This ti, the incognito inspection by the leader wasn’t just driven by curiosity; he had another aim: to observe what the researchers in this top-tier institute are like in their most natural state. Often, their true essence is hidden in unintentional details.
The leader was very aware that his usual inspections weren’t inspections at all but performances, where everything was pre-arranged; the people he t were selected beforehand, and the speeches were rehearsed. Even the seemingly unexpected pauses were ticulously planned. How could such inspections reveal the true situation?
Unexpectedly, the first genuine comnt he overheard was, "He’s just a sleazy old man with no leadership qualities."
Whatever, he wouldn’t bicker with these juniors. If it weren’t too awkward, he genuinely wanted to keep listening to what other truths these two might reveal. The leader followed Dean Xia out of the changing room, and Dean Xia whispered again at the door to confirm, "Leader, as agreed, we’ll sneak in and not disturb them at all." He was truly worried that startling them might cause unforeseen complications, embarrassing the leader.
The leader nodded, a hint of childlike expectation and slyness on his face: "Don’t worry, I’ll honestly just follow you, watch but not speak. If anything unexpected happens, I won’t respond to scolding or defend against hitting."
Their consensus was reinforced again as they gently pushed open the heavy fire door, tiptoeing cautiously.
Through the transparent glass wall, Dean Xia and the leader could observe the activity inside the laboratory, divided into office and experintal zones. The office area looked no different from a typical office; small groups gathered, perhaps discussing technical difficulties, while so sat in contemplation over data on their computers. Another person was furiously typing on his computer, where his actions were remarkably swift.
Switching views to the experintal zone, researchers in white lab coats moved among various instrunts, so operating complex devices with concentration, others pondering densely populated data curves on their screens.
No one looked up from their work; focused, energetic, this was the essence of a top-tier laboratory.
The leader and Dean Xia exchanged glances, reading satisfaction from each other’s eyes.
Especially the young man, engrossed in his computer, fingers flying across the keyboard with such dedication and focus that it deeply impressed the leader. Due to the glare, the screen’s content was unclear.
The leader took a few steps to adjust his angle and then glanced at the young man’s computer screen, adjusting his glasses. The display was intriguing yet entirely unfamiliar; this visual quality of the software was unrecognizable even from his days on the forefront of scientific research.
Could it be the legendary self-developed research software that they’d designed, prompting the leader to take a few extra looks? This interface was far more visually appealing than the foreign research software he was familiar with, which was quite simple, lacking any artistic touch in research. This software, on the other hand, had an artful aesthetic that felt very comfortable.
Dean Xia was curious too about what the leader was observing, adjusted his position to match the leader’s angle, and when he recognized the screen, his face flushed with realization. Damn, gaming during work hours — this was unmistakably a ga screen!
"Leader, this..." The leader gestured for silence and pulled Dean Xia to a safer spot away from the glass wall.
With a hint of surprise, the leader said, "Dean Xia, the Sanbo Laboratory surely lives up to being a top-tier lab. I’ve heard they crafted self-developed research software that could replace foreign software. I hadn’t imagined the interface would be so beautiful, making eager to try it if given the chance."
Dean Xia was initially stunned but swiftly understood what was happening. He nodded and said, "Yes, the software interface is indeed beautiful..."
"If given the chance, I’d love to try this dostic software. I haven’t conducted any experints in years, and my hands are itching," the leader said excitedly, rubbing his hands and hoping Dean Xia could arrange an experience for him.
Dean Xia shook his head and whispered, "Leader, we agreed only to watch, not speak, and certainly not act. How could you forget just upon entering?"
The leader paused, recalled the nature and rules of this visit, and slightly regretfully said, "Let’s go and continue."
This was a cell laboratory, where the stem cells used to cultivate muscle technology originated. It was a practical application of spatial orientation theory, which Professor Yang’s Nobel Prize-winning work pioneered. Although many have downplayed the Nobel Prize’s importance in recent years, its prestige remains world-class.
The leader inevitably showed respect, prolonging their stay in this laboratory a bit longer.
The laboratory housed many seemingly futuristic incubators, experinting with cultivating various cells using stem cells. Currently, the only organ that can be cultivated in the lab is muscle. As the technology progresses, it might be possible to cultivate hearts, kidneys, livers, etc., in the future. Then, organ replacent would be as easy as swapping appliance parts and wouldn’t require anti-rejection dications.
Passing through the lab, they ca to another office area, which alternated with laboratories, each office corresponding to a laboratory.
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