Pheromone excess

"What does that have to do with later gland transplants?"

In the recording, the old man paused before continuing: "With the deepening of research, experts have discovered that a person's level is determined by genes, and genes determine what level you can eventually differentiate into, so the limit of the human body can only go there , although the development can be assisted by drugs, it cannot break through this upper line."

"Therefore, some researchers put forward a bold guess, whether it is possible to transplant high-level glands to low-level people to achieve a direct leap in level, and among the ABO population, Omega only accounts for 23%, which can Whether it is through gland cultivation to transform Beta into Omega and increase the proportion of Omega population, are these ideas crazy?" Speaking of this, the old man asked.

Jiang Yingchi was silent for a while, and then asked, "What happened next?"

The old man sighed, and continued: "Of course this is not allowed. Gene expression and biological evolution are a long process, and they are maintained in a relatively balanced state. If this rule is artificially disrupted, no one will suffer the consequences." Unable to be responsible. When the superiors learned about this, they ordered the research to be stopped.”

"As for what happened later, as a funder, I don't know very well. If Fang Yongxin was not found to be related to this project this time, I would have thought that this research had stopped more than ten years ago."

The old man rubbed his forehead, and then said to Jiang Yingchi: "Yingchi, I will take care of this matter, so you don't have to..."

"Chairman, Mr. Fang..." Before Mr. Fang could finish speaking, he was interrupted by someone who broke in from outside.

It was the secretary who led Fang Yongxin into the chairman's office. Seeing Fang Yongxin's expression, the old man ordered the secretary to go down first, and said to Jiang Yingchi, "Let's talk later." Then he hung up the phone.

The recording did not stop at this point, but continued to play.

Fang Qianyu looked at the long progress bar behind him, feeling a little puzzled.

But I heard the old man say: "You came just in time, if you don't come, I plan to have someone call you."

Fang Yongxin looked at the phone that the old man had put down, and said, "Jiang Yingchi must have told his father that I invest in research on the gland transplantation project, but even if my father freezes my account, I will continue to invest."

The old man took a sip of tea and said, "Why are you investing in that project? If it's to improve the gland level, your level is not high, but it's not low either. It's completely unnecessary."

"Of course not, in order to cure my useless leg."

"Who told you that this research can cure your legs?"

"The current problem with gland transplantation is that the transplanted gland cells cannot form associations with the new host and undergo differentiation. As long as this problem is overcome, it can be used to treat my legs."

After hearing Fang Yongxin's words, the old man almost laughed angrily: "Fang Yongxin, I just thought you were not smart enough, but I didn't expect you to be stupid. Do you believe in a bunch of groundless things others told you?"

"Who says there is no basis? Didn't the research institute succeed in treating Fang Qianyu back then, otherwise how could his glands grow back?"

"Bastard, what you mean is that you're still focusing on Qian Yu's head." The old man was so angry that his voice was raised.

"If it could be successful, it would have been done a long time ago. Do you know how many innocent people died because of this incident? Tell me, who is the research institute you funded? Who is the person in charge?"

"Why should I tell you, because I'm not your biological son, so even if there is hope, you don't intend to try, right?"

"Bastard, say it again." Before Fang Yongxin finished speaking, the tea cup in the old man's hand fell on his lap, the tea wet Fang Yongxin's trousers, the cup hit his calf directly, and then fell to the ground.

Fang Yongxin looked at Mr. Fang, gritted his teeth and said, "If it wasn't for saving you, my father would have died and I would have become an orphan."

Speaking of old friends in the past, the old man suppressed his anger and said, "I don't want your father's death either, but I've been kind to you these years."

"You are not mean to me? You give me food and shelter, but do you really think highly of me? You only raise me because you are guilty of my father, and you are afraid that others will say that you are ungrateful..."

Fang Yongxin was slapped by the old man raising his hand before he finished shouting.

"You are a greedy guy." The old man's voice was trembling with anger.

Then in the audio, there was the ping-pong-pong sound of things falling to the ground and tables and chairs being dragged.

"Nizi, you dare to push me." The old man said, breathless.

"Why don't I dare, I have worked in Fang's for more than [-] years, and you have never cared about it. Then Jiang Yingchi has only been in the company for a few years, and you have spent so much time cultivating him."

"You, cough cough..." The old man coughed violently, and when he spoke again, his voice became rapid and intermittent: "Yongxin, this matter... we will talk about it later, you... Help me up first, and bring me the medicine."

Fang Yongxin didn't take it seriously, and looked condescendingly at the old man on the ground: "Father usually scolds and hits whenever he wants in the company. It's really rare to be so humble and begging for help now."

Fang Yongxin squatted in front of the old man, and said quietly: "Aren't you curious who is the person who studies gland transplantation now? Let me tell you that he was a researcher in the Fang Research Institute back then. You were afraid of being implicated in this matter and dismissed the research institute." The people in the family, but you don't know, what they hold in their hands is the magic weapon that many people dream of changing their lives, and my father is like pushing them to a dead end."

"No, no... yes, I didn't..." The old man listened, his voice a little weak.

"Father, let me ask you, did the people in the research institute save Xia Qianyu have anything to do with the gland transplant project?"

Mr. Fang's lungs made a "ho ho" sound like a broken old bellows, and he couldn't utter a word.

Fang Qianyu was forced to listen again, the story of the old man before he became ill, but this time it was more comprehensive.

He stared blankly at the progress bar that had finished playing on the screen, his face was extremely pale, his hands and feet were cold and numb.

Bursts of dull pain suddenly surged up in his body, spreading from his stomach to his abdomen. Fang Qianyu fell off the chair exhausted. Following the movement, the mouse fell to the ground with a "bang".

"Yu Bao, what's wrong with you?"

The shoulder was supported by a powerful big hand, and Jiang Yingchi's voice came from his ear.

Fang Qianyu turned her head and saw Jiang Yingchi's frowning and worried look in his eyes.

Fang Qianyu's forehead was covered with cold sweat, his face was pale and his lips were bloodless, and his body was still shaking.

"Yu Bao, what's wrong with you? Let's go to the hospital." Jiang Yingchi grabbed Fang Qianyu's leg and was about to pick him up.

"Jiang Yingchi." Fang Qianyu stretched out his hand to hold Alpha's shoulder, and said in a weak and hoarse voice, "I have something to ask you."

Alpha paused. He was startled when he saw Fang Qianyu fall to the ground when he first entered the room. In just ten seconds, he had already seen the safe in the house opened by Fang Qianyu, and The black USB flash drive plugged into the computer.

Alpha's dark eyes were like countless huge waves churning through the sea, but he forcibly maintained his composure before the storm, and picked Fang Qianyu up and sat on the chair.

[The author has something to say: [Small Theater]

Jiang Yingchi: Keyboards, durian shells, instant noodles, all of them, daughter-in-law, which one do you want me to kneel down to?

Yu Bao: ...]