geneticist

A strange feeling.

What disappeared among the crowd was not an ordinary fish, but... a shark full of sharp teeth.

Watching the other party go away, he murmured: "Fuck, this is the real man!"

At the same time, a black suspension vehicle drove up and stopped smoothly in front of the gate of the allocation association.

"Master Vice President, we are here."

The author has something to say: I have been running outside for the past two days, and I have no time to code words, so I am ashamed...

Go home and look through the message, and by the way, feel ashamed for the overlords.

The last chapter about the production of gene buttons was written very well. Since no one protested, I took it that everyone supported this instruction-style writing method!Don't say you don't understand in the future.

Finally, after struggling for so long, Su Che's first opportunity to show off his skills finally came hahaha.

god dividing line

Cheng Weifeng put his hands in his pockets and casually inspected the works in the exhibition hall.

He is only 34 years old this year, but he has been an intermediate blender for seven years. He was elected as the vice president last year and is considered to be one of the most promising candidates to be promoted to a senior blender in the past five years. It can be said that Zola The Blending Association is currently the most popular blender.

In the face of all kinds of praise, Cheng Weifeng did not become arrogant. Maybe he was complacent about his talent, but after seeing a work by Yue Chuan five years ago, he realized what a real genius is.

The late gene blending master Heidlein once proudly expressed the voice of countless colleagues: on the day I was born, God also had to withdraw from the stage of history sadly.

The existence of genetic blenders makes the creation of life no longer the exclusive ability of God.

Cheng Weifeng also thought this way, until he saw Yuechuan's gene button - that is an art with a real soul.

"We did not create life, but God brought life into this world through our hands."

Cheng Weifeng will never forget the line of small characters marked under the Gene Button booth.

At that moment, he finally understood how far he was from a true master.

The final auction price of the gene button was 5000 million euros.

From then on, Cheng Weifeng felt how ridiculous his previous pride was.

Quickly browsing through the illustrated albums of candidate works, Cheng Weifeng rubbed his forehead in disappointment.

Most of the candidate exhibits were ordinary second- and third-level genetic buttons, which did not give people a refreshing sense of surprise. Cheng Weifeng turned back to the first page, looked at the only fourth-level genetic button in the original album, and sighed silently in one breath.

There is no doubt that this is the most eye-catching work, and no matter how its performance is, the name of the fourth-level genetic button alone can calm most people. After all, it is only a senior blender and a few intermediate blenders High-end goods that can only be made.

but……

Staring at the author's name marked on the album, Cheng Weifeng's eyes darkened.

Ye Ziwen, a rookie who has been born in recent years, is known for his continuous success in making difficult gene buttons.

Behind him, there is the shadow of Ye's consortium.

In recent years, the continuous expansion of Ye's Gene has threatened the status of the deployment association.

The best genetic button in this exhibition will be sent to the General Assembly to participate in the annual rookie selection of the entire federation, which is a major event that is always prosperous in the blending industry.

I didn't expect Ye's gene to play such a trick.

If the Zola branch finally selects the blender under the old rival Ye's consortium, it will almost be a slap in the face to the general assembly.

But if Ye Ziwen's work is forcibly rejected, the Zola branch will also lose face, because among a bunch of low-level works, the fourth-level gene button is indeed outstanding, without any rivals.

In any case, the future of the host of this exhibition seems to be bleak.

It has only been one year since he joined the Allocation Association, and Cheng Weifeng felt that he was at least five years older.

The fierce power competition within the association made him farther and farther away from the talented young blender back then.Thinking of this, Cheng Weifeng really had a headache.

At this moment, he misses those innocent days very much.

There are still two days until the deadline. In these two days, can he find an opponent who can match Ye Ziwen?

Rubbish!

Another rubbish!

Still rubbish!

Throwing aside the new gene buttons one after another in disgust, Cheng Weifeng looked at the completely dark night sky outside the window, sighed heavily, and buried his face in his hands.

"Chairman Cheng, the door is about to be locked, why don't you go back?" The young man on duty stood at the door a little timidly, whispering.

"Okay, I see." Waved impatiently, Cheng Weifeng closed the album, stood up, and put on the coat hanging on the hanger.

It is already eleven o'clock in the evening, and Cheng Weifeng didn't take the car. At this moment, his mind is in a mess, and he just wants to go for a walk by himself.

It was the middle of winter, the night wind was blowing on the street, and the biting chill even penetrated through the thick coat.

The Blending Association is just across the street from the Zola Institute of Higher Education. The desolate and quaint bells echoed in the night sky. The door slowly opened, and the candidates who had just finished the exam poured out like a tide, each of them pale or pale. Flushing, chattering.

Cheng Weifeng remembered that today is the annual entrance exam for the Genetic Allocation Department of the Zola Institute of Higher Education.

Today, 20 years ago, like those boys and girls, he was uneasy, anxious, and praying to be admitted.

In a blink of an eye, it has been 20 years.

All blenders who have come out of Zola have a common experience.

Silently glanced at the bell tower looming in the night, Cheng Weifeng took out his cigarette and lighter.

This lighter is actually an extremely exquisitely designed gene button, which is only circulated among the high-level members of the association, and it is regarded as a status symbol.

"Pa-ta--" Sparks splashed everywhere, but the cigarette was not lit.

Cheng Weifeng checked it with the street lamp and found that the energy of the lighter was exhausted.

What a disaster!

He frowned, glanced around, and his eyes stayed on a vending machine on the corner of the street.Many low-level blenders and apprentices would send their low-level products here for consignment, including energy chips dedicated to gene buttons.

With a beep, he pressed the confirmation button.

The pick-up port opened silently, and an energy chip lay quietly inside, Cheng Weifeng was stunned for a moment.

In the upper right corner of the chip card, a blue fluorescent symbol glowed dimly.

"How is it? Has the report come out yet?" In the appraisal room, Cheng Weifeng kept pacing up and down, and couldn't help urging the appraiser who was hurriedly called by him again.

"It will be ready soon, it will take about 2 minutes, President Cheng, don't worry." The young appraiser was picked up from the warm bed in the middle of the night, and he could not help complaining secretly, but he was afraid of Cheng Weifeng's reputation. Word.

"Wei Feng, what the hell are you calling all of us old men here!" A semi-bald old man said resentfully. He was one of the three oldest blenders of the Zola Branch, and he was different from that Poor little appraiser, with his qualifications, if there is no serious matter, if he is brought here in the middle of the night, even Cheng Weifeng, as the vice president, will not be able to please him.The blenders next to him also nodded in agreement.

Cheng Weifeng naturally knew how powerful these old men were, so he managed to hold back his emotions, and comforted him with a smile: "If there is nothing important, why bother to congratulate you, this junior accidentally discovered an excellent work, this time it is I would like to invite a few of you to come and evaluate it together.”

"Hmph, the vice president is still determined. No matter how you look at it, Ye Ziwen took the top spot this time. Could it be that Zola can find a newcomer who can make a fifth-level gene button to overwhelm him?" A middle-aged man with a gloomy expression sneered and said, Mr. He frowned slightly, but did not speak.

This blender is a representative of the pro-leaf faction in the association, and he has always had trouble with Cheng Weifeng. Ye Ziwen is a well-known blending rookie in the Federation, but he came to Zola, a little-known place to participate in the work exhibition. I am afraid that this person is behind it of swaying.It's just that although Mr. He doesn't like him, he still has scruples about the influence of the Ye family, and keeps his eyes closed all the time, just trying to protect himself wisely.

A flash of anger flashed in Cheng Weifeng's eyes, and he was about to speak, at this moment, "Di—" the appraiser issued a clear prompt.

He immediately caught the slight sound, gave up the verbal dispute with the blender, and rushed to the projector eagerly.

With a click, the light screen automatically popped up from the projector, and large sections of data scrolled on the screen.

"A first-class gene button? President Cheng, don't you think you are going crazy because you want to suppress Ye Ziwen?" Seeing the appraisal report, the blender couldn't help but sneer again.Although the other blenders were silent, their eyes were full of doubts.

Cheng Weifeng didn't pay attention to that person, he was just a dedicated searcher, and quickly found the information he was concerned about.

Overall genetic reprogramming rate: [-]%.

Main frame genetic modification rate: [-]%.

Adaptation rate of plug-in gene N0.1: [-]%.

……

Very inconspicuous data, typical low-level genetic buttons.

Everyone in the lecture hall began to whisper and looked at Cheng Weifeng with suspicion.

Cheng Weifeng was unmoved, he took a deep breath, and slowly slid down the data with his fingers.

As if guessing Cheng Weifeng's intentions, an unbelievable surprise flashed in He Lao's eyes.

Mental strength index: 15.

Mental Stability Index: 95.

"This is impossible, there must be something wrong with the appraiser!" Seeing these two lines of data clearly, the middle-aged