"Hello, Yang Xian? Is Mr. Yang Rui?" The man in blue work clothes broke into the laboratory as if charging.

Yang Rui stopped him immediately so that this reckless guy would not touch his test bench.

Although the chance is very small, you will always hear about projects that are destroyed by idiots or madmen from time to time. For scientific research apes, this is like walking on the road and being killed by falling objects from high places. There is no reason to say. It is definitely a way to die than jumping on the rooftop.

Yang Rui was strong, and his hands were pushed and shrank, pushing and pushing, as if he was catching a basketball, instantly resisting the man in the work clothes.

The latter tried a little hard and found that he could not move forward, so he stopped to breathe, looked around and asked, "Who is Mr. Yang Rui?"

"I'm fine." Yang Rui frowned and said, "I don't know that you should be careful in the laboratory? If you accidentally knock down strong acid and burn yourself, what if it splashes on someone else's body?"

He was too lazy to talk about the possibility of destroying the experiment.

The man in the work clothes suddenly turned red, but Zhao Lei's face next to him turned pale, and he asked in a low voice: "Is there a strong sour here?"

The girl behind the test bench said without raising her head: "How fresh, when will there be no strong sourness in the laboratory?"

Zhao Lei quietly left the man in the work clothes and took two steps away.

"That... I'm so sorry, I don't know." The man in the workplace said, touching his head.

Yang Rui snorted in his nose, because a reporter looked at him and said nothing.

The former young newcomer Sun Ruyue was able to guess what he thought and said sternly: "You can rush around if you don't know. You live a casual life. Half of the reagents in it are poisonous, and you must not know either."

Zhao Lei took two steps back.

The man in the work clothes blushed into his ears and whispered: "I really don't know."

"Okay, you are here to find me, what's the matter?" Yang Rui went back and put the half-calling phone back in place.

"Ah... that... I'm Qin Qiang from Xintong Company, I... I heard that you have scientific data to process, so I'll come and take a look." The man in his work clothes was still blushing. A man in his thirties was scolded in public and could not bear it. It was normal for him to be unable to bear it in his face.

Yang Rui thought for a moment of confusion, then looked at Professor Tang.

Tang Ji smiled and said, "It was me who called. Xiao Qin used to be from the Institute of Computer Science, Chinese Academy of Sciences. He worked with me, and now he has gone into the business."

There are people in the court who are easy to do. Seeing that Yang Rui's expression is not so serious, Qin Qiang's face is no longer red, and he lowered his eyebrows and smiled with a pleasing smile: "Yes, I used to be from the Chinese Academy of Sciences. Our company can process the data you want to process. The price can be cheaper than the Chinese Academy of Sciences, and you can also issue invoices."

“Where is your company?”

"Not far away, right in Zhongguancun."

Yang Rui nodded slightly, then looked at Qin Qiang curiously.

There is no doubt that these are the first people to go to Zhongguancun to start a business.

Perhaps because the founder of Zhongguancun was Chen Chunxian, most of the people who worked hard in Zhongguancun came from the Chinese Academy of Sciences. Chen Qingzhen, the founder of Kehai Company, Wang Hongde, the founder of Jinghai Company, and Liu Chuanzhi, the founder of Lenovo, all came from the Chinese Academy of Sciences.

In contrast, in the current 1984, the university on the road to the college was more concerned about Zhongguancun's struggle and survival.

In Yang Rui's view, rather than discussing the difference between Chinese universities and Stanford, it is better to say that the Academy of Sciences is poorer than universities.

This is not only the small salary itself. In fact, in terms of the current domestic system, the salary levels between the Chinese Academy of Sciences and universities seem to be different, and the key is the difference in welfare.

If the school has land, it can build houses for teachers. The school is large in scale and wide in number, which can solve the employment problems of teachers' children. The school has a great social influence and can communicate horizontally with various units.

In contrast, the Academy of Sciences is pitifully poor.

Before going into the sea, Wang Hongde of Jinghai organized and established an educated youth club under the arrangement of the computer institute. He made a profit of 600,000 yuan that year, increasing the salary of young people from more than 20 yuan to more than 90 yuan, which was more than their parents in the institute. This cannot prove the profitability of young people, but can only prove that the income of computer institutes is meager.

Of course, strict regulation by the Academy of Sciences may also be another driving force.

Unlike Daqiu, the Chinese Academy of Sciences was so strict that it was autistic in the 1980s, and was completely conservative. When the General Secretary invited a group of scientists to Zhongnanhai for a talk, these outstanding scientists faced the requirement of "scientific research should serve economic construction", they all resisted and insisted that the country's urgent problem was not "strengthening application", but strengthening basic theoretical research...

It was not until the State Council threatened to reduce funds that the leaders of the Academy of Sciences barely established an institution dedicated to promoting and applying research results.

In essence, Yang Rui sympathized with the scientific researchers of the Academy of Sciences. He also agreed with the answer of the leaders of the Academy of Sciences: After years of political unrest, the country's basic theoretical science is far worse than the world's advanced level. The so-called application of markets, commodities and theory should not be considered at all.

After all, these scientific researchers who have been studying and training for many years are doing basic theoretical science and let them switch to applications, which is as nonsense as requiring scholars studying physics to do Chinese studies.

Think about how Hawking applied cosmology and sold wormhole toys on the street: Child, you have already obtained your wormhole toys. Because wormholes are small black holes, they cannot be seen, so you cannot see your wormhole toys. What? How to prove that wormhole toys exist? You asked a good question. I also wanted to prove this before, but later there was no funding. Look, I will sell 500 million of these toys, or republish "A Brief History of Time" 500 times. There should be funds to start the experiment again. Oh, I forgot to pay taxes, and I will calculate it later...

In essence, Yang Rui is not a pure researcher, so he chose to make money by himself and do research strategies at the same time.

However, not every researcher has this ability, at least not one can be trained in a day or two.

If it hadn't been tested by cram school for many years, Yang Rui would probably not have made much money. At most, he would invest in some safe products and wait for value increase.

After a quick turn in his head, Yang Rui's perception of Qin Qiang also changed slightly. He nodded and said, "We have several pages of data to do, but we need a mainframe and may also need to write special programs. Time must be fast. Can you do it?"

Qin Qiang made multiple requests in one breath, but he felt relieved. He thought about it seriously and said, "It's okay to write programs. I did this when I was in the computer institute. We all understand scientific data together. We need to look at things in the length of time. Can I look at the data?"

"You look at this page first, it looks like four and a half pages in total." Yang Rui drew a page from the middle for Qin Qiang.

"This is like this..." Qin Qiang looked at it for a while, raised his head in a little embarrassed manner and said, "I have to look at all the data to confirm."

"You guess a number."

"This is hard to estimate."

"It's probably possible. Can it be made in three days?"

"I don't see the data, I'm really hard to say."

"How can you do sales like this?" Yang Rui sighed, looked at the data in his hand, and said, "Wait a moment, I'll have someone pass on a confidentiality agreement, and you'll check it out after signing it."

Yang Rui said and called again and asked Li Zhangzhen to fax a standard confidentiality agreement.

Qin Qiang's face looked a little bad, even worse than hitting the test bench.

Yang Rui saw it and said unmoved: "We don't know each other, there is nothing to trust or not. Sign a confidentiality agreement. As long as you don't disclose my data, it will have no impact."

"I won't tell you. I used to do more data for your school." Qin Qiang suddenly exuded the resentment in his heart.

Yang Rui curled his lips and said, "If you can tell it out, the agreement will not take effect, that would be the best. To be honest, if you want to take this order, the confidentiality agreement is the first agreement, and there are still many things to sign later. I am not aimed at you personally, everyone will be the same. Domestic companies need to sign, and foreign companies need to sign even more."

The fax machine squeaked and sent the agreement over in a while.

In the era when emails were not yet popular, fax machines were the best information transmission tool. It was used in China, but the popularity of foreign companies was no less than that of telephone. Most of the communication between domestic research institutes and foreign research institutions was also through fax machines.

It is impossible to communicate with the phone and explain the situation. It is always inconvenient to data transmission.

The same goes for legal documents.

The confidentiality agreement was written by James, the manager of Huarui Company in Hong Kong. Li Zhangzhen filled in the specific information and sent it over. The total number of pages is more than the data.

Qin Qiang sat helplessly and aggrievedly at the corner of the table and looked carefully.

And as he was reading, two more people found the laboratory.

"I'm from Jinghai Company..."

"I'm from Xiade Company..."

Zhao Lei actively took photos of the two people, and a term emerged in her heart: market-oriented competition!

This term made Zhao Lei feel excited.

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Chapter completed!