It has just fallen into the night in Sakai City, and the hustle and bustle is not yet quiet. The exchange in Pingmao District has stopped trading early. However, large-scale trading companies, public relations companies, as well as research institutes, design institutes and other white-collar-intensive places still adhere to the usual It is a tradition to work overtime, no matter what happens, make a gesture first and then talk about it.
Of course, the evening drinking party must have been arranged, and the night view boat cruise on Beishan Lake is a very popular way of socializing recently.
Taking a boat, drinking, going to the other side, and then taking the subway bus home, I really used my time to the extreme.
The entire Pingmao Market was filled with an atmosphere of excitement and restlessness.
But all of this has nothing to do with Ezuka.
Wearing the white clothes of the institute, she sat in front of the workbench, sorting out the records of today's experiments and combining them with the massive experimental records of the past for analysis and verification.
This is a study that has been going on for twenty-seven years.
The project was established in 2070, she participated as an assistant in 1975, and officially took over in 1981. Then she was busy running around, and the best youth, the most beautiful years, and the most ups and downs of life were all integrated into it and could never be separated.
Now she is over forty, which is about the time for most contemporary researchers to make achievements, and she did have some achievements. But in this main project, although there are occasional ups and downs, overall it is still the same stable line as when she first took over, and there is no trend of ups and downs.
At least, according to the standards of experimental design, this is true.
Ezuka is not impatient. Even if she has ever had such emotions, she has already tempered them over the past twenty years. Sometimes she even thinks that maybe she will continue this kind of research until she is one hundred years old, then retire and leave it to Their own children and students, let them continue...
If there is such a day, life can be considered happy, right?
As other news from the institute gradually died down, Ezuka didn't notice it and just focused on the work in front of him. In the past two days, her workload on the project has increased somewhat - she needs to do some pre-design for the tissue sample of the rotten-mouthed ape that Mr. Mo promised to give in a few days, especially to set aside " cordon”.
Even though there have been nearly 10 million iterations, each time a tissue sample of a strong mutant is added, there will be a violent reaction to the "unstable" mutant gene network ecology.
This is the moment when the abilities of the experimenters are tested.
"Ding!"
The sound of glassware clashing sounded in my ears.
Ezuka was really completely unprepared. He trembled with shock and turned around in panic. He saw the red wine bottle and glass first, and then the thin face of Yoshio Matsudaira.
I haven't seen him for a while, and he seems to be getting more and more unkempt, with an unkempt beard and a baggy suit. When you see him on the street, you would suddenly think that he was a former employee who was kicked out of some company.
Of course, anyone with some experience would never look down upon this cold and firm look.
Ezuka was a little surprised. Although he was a big boss, he rarely appeared in the research institute, let alone like this.
"What are you..."
"Drink some red wine to soften your veins and celebrate."
Matsudaira Yoshio ignored Ezuka's mid-process experimental design interface and directly placed the wine bottle in the projection workspace. It was a very rude behavior, and it was natural for him to do it.
"You're still using this statement!" Ezuka knew the temper of the other person, and he probably wouldn't be able to get anything done tonight, so he lowered his head and smiled, "It's hard to imagine that you once drank Amway sake when you met someone... why are you celebrating? ?”
Matsudaira Yoshio casually uncorked the bottle and poured some into the two tall glasses: "To celebrate the reversal of the 'Vascular' platform, hundreds of research institutes in the Pingmao Market lost their subsidies and died immediately for thousands of projects... And we Not among them."
As soon as Ezuka got the cup, he was slightly startled: "Is the negotiation over?"
"It's just an announcement. This is what LCRF does all the time."
Yoshio Matsudaira shook the cup with a smile, like a veteran, but his eyes did not stay on the wine or the cup wall, but focused on Ezuka: "Since a large number of people died, the popularity of the surviving projects will naturally increase," directed induction 'Technology prices have risen again."
"Congratulations."
Ezuka thought he understood, but he just smiled calmly and raised his glass to signal to Matsudaira Yoshio. It seems that she is completely unaware that it is her own research result and is also her current main direction in the research institute.
Now that it is given out, she can carry it clearly.
Matsudaira Yoshio was not polite. He said "thank you" and drank the wine in one gulp.
Ezuka was not very good at drinking, but he was even less good at rejecting others, so he also took a sip along with him.
Although Matsudaira Yoshio specially brought red wine, he was actually not particular about it at all, and the same was true for Ezuka. The two of them started drinking together.
In the past few years, although Ezuka spent very little time in Sakai City, every time he came, Matsudaira Yoshio would find time to have a drink and chat with her, most of the time on the yacht. The yacht is now sold. Yes, it's no problem in the laboratory.
Frankly speaking, in this kind of atmosphere, women tend to think more than men. Ezuka even has a sense of "enlightenment", but over the years, her old friend has always been like this, and she has nothing to say.
Etsuka sat on the chair and Matsudaira Yoshio sat in the laboratory. The two talked about some technical matters starting from the "vascular" platform and LCRF. It was Matsudaira Yoshio who made the most comments:
"Cultivation of life under the chaos mechanism... LCRF is going to spend money on this again. They are completely dancing with others now. Those old men have lost their basic judgment and have the best resources, but they are being manipulated. Come on! It’s so ridiculous that people are about to die.”
Ezuka took a few sips of wine, his pale cheeks turned slightly red, and he still wanted to smile: "Sounds like it's really worth celebrating."
Matsudaira Yoshio laughed loudly, but finally asked her: "Are you not interested in asking for a sum of funds?"
"Um?"
Matsudaira Yoshio glanced at the virtual workspace that entered low-light standby mode: "Your 'distributed ecological network' is actually very suitable."
"No." Ezuka replied firmly, "Never!"
"Then no." Matsudaira Yoshio said simply.
Ezuka was a little surprised: "That's it?"
"What else can you do? A large part of this research relies on your 'dissociation' ability. If you don't want to, what else can you say... However, I know you will refuse, but I still want to tell you because there is something Something you should know.”
"ah?"
"In theory, there may be an alternative tool for your 'dissociation' ability."
After Ezuka drank, his brain nerves were somewhat sluggish. He didn't react for a while and just looked over in a daze.
Matsudaira Yoshio was condescending and looked at her dumbly raising her head. He laughed dumbly: "Occlusion is the enemy of research. But it is excusable. After all, you are not from the circle. You don't know what is most popular in the world right now... …Luo Zhongheng’s son is both a treasure boy and a super troublemaker. The slicing instrument he brought out has now shaken the field of extraordinary research.”
"Slicer?" Ezuka opened his eyes wide.
"Yeah, he's the one in the factory who's rushing to work."
Matsudaira Yoshio said it in an understatement, really just chatting: "I will give you a live video later. You can study it to see what the similarities and differences are with 'dissociation', and also estimate it to see if he will develop something similar in the future. The effect... others may be able to use it too."
Ezuka frowned and thought hard for a few seconds. He finally broke away from the complicated relationship between "Mr. Mo" and "Ronan" and returned to the familiar research level. He nodded slowly: "In this case, it is a good thing."
"He is much more generous than you. Of course, he has this strength, but you don't... Speaking of which, Ronan has one of the thickest thighs in the world now, stronger than me, so you haven't considered it, and him Cooperate and continue this project?”
"The thickest thigh?" Ezuka was obviously moved. "Has he done any research on distributed ecological networks?"
Matsudaira Yoshio laughed so loudly that he almost lost his voice: "Look, this is a woman!"
Ezuka pursed his lips, held back for two seconds, and finally laughed too, his instinctive curiosity welling up:
"Have you met Ronan? The last time I saw him, he was still little."
"Ah... I have seen it before." Matsudaira Yoshio's smile faded slightly, "I have also done some research."
"Why?"
"The research results show that he is not very similar to his parents. Luo Zhongheng is extremely smart and radiant, but he is restrained and tolerant after the accident; Bu Qingwen is calm and rational, and usually gentle and amiable... It's not like that, it's really not like that."
"Then...Professor Luo?"
"Yes, he is most like Old Man Luo. Especially in the later years, he was obsessed with madness and refused to recognize his relatives."
"Why are you so polite, crazy old man?" Ezuka was a little dissatisfied, "You were not like this before. The hot-blooded man Matsudaira Yoshio also became arrogant... What a big change!"
"I mean 'Old Man Luo', 'Crazy Old Man' is what you said."
"...I'm not!" Ezuka was indeed a little tipsy.
Matsudaira Yoshio continued to add wine to her: "Don't excuse me. In the last few years, even Qingwen... sister, he threw the pen holder. At that time, it was Luo Zhongheng who took the lead in shouting."
"Ha, then only Yan Yongbo shouted it out in person!"
"Yes, that little brat is conceited and has a mind as big as the tip of a needle. He relies entirely on his sense of superiority. If he doesn't have it, his whole person will collapse... It's really unfortunate to be called the Four Beauties in the Wilderness with him."
Ezuka laughed so much that he fell down on the table because of this expression which was not funny at all.
"Four beauties! That's right, when you had a show at the annual meeting, Yan Yongbo kept trying to steal the show, but Luo Yuan tripped and fell over. He thought it was Luo Zhongheng, and he has been grudges for almost a year!"
"Who let Luo Zhongheng show his intelligence at that time? Who else would you look for if not him?"
"But Luo Yuan is too shady... No, no, that's a cool guy. He doesn't recognize anyone except his 'Sister Qingwen'!"
Ezuka took the initiative to take a sip of wine, looked up at Matsudaira Yoshio's somewhat blurry face, and chuckled: "So what if I don't recognize him? I still slept with him..."
Matsudaira Yoshio raised his eyebrows and raised his glass in praise, without saying anything else.
However, Ezuka buried his face again: "It turns out that we have reached the age of recalling the past."
"No, it's just that there are some things worth remembering."
"...Liar."
The glass of red wine quickly ran out. Ezuka was not a good drinker, especially tonight. He fell asleep on the table in a daze.
Matsudaira Yoshio gently turned the wine glass, and a few drops of residual liquid stuck to the wall of the glass and swayed. His gaze still rested on Ezuka, quietly looking at the thin shoulders, messy hair... and the particularly dazzling silvery hair between the hair.
He frowned, stretched out his hand, and with skillful movements, pulled out the white hair by the roots and twisted it between his fingers.
A few seconds later, the white hair seemed to turn into a mercury-like liquid, unable to maintain its previous form, and instead penetrated into the skin of Matsudaira Yoshio's fingertips.
