Scholars in the courtyard.

Chapter 2600 Two Generations Differ
After discussion, everyone agreed.

"Minister Yang, I agree."

Wu Zhe didn't say much, just gave a positive answer.

He had just returned from Shengjing and was currently preparing for the system upgrade of Lanju.

However, what is stuck now is the aircraft's radar system.

Up to now, the radar system design submitted by the 14th Institute has not been approved, and I am feeling a little anxious.

Yang Xiaotao looked around and found that most people were also setting up technical schools, so he picked up the organizational structure book in his hand and continued, "The technical school will be affiliated with the research institute, and will also cooperate with comrades from the Seventh Ministry of Machine Building."

"I will serve as the dean concurrently, and Mr. Wang will serve as the vice dean concurrently."

After Yang Xiaotao finished speaking, applause broke out.

Mr. Wang stood up with a smile.

"Comrades, I won't introduce myself any further. I am very happy to work with you all."

"If you need anything in the future or have any problems that cannot be solved, you can come to me."

"I will definitely do my best to run our technical school well."

Papapa

Yang Xiaotao led the applause, and Mr. Wang looked over and they both laughed.

Seeing the expressions of the two, Lao Hong whispered to Liu Huaimin, "Do you feel that this old fox and the little fox are scheming?"

Liu Huaimin nodded calmly and whispered, "In this regard, our Xiao Yang has never suffered any loss."

Hearing this, Lao Hong smiled even more happily.

The Seventh Ministry of Machine Building has a lot of good things.

This little fox.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Xiaotao continued to announce the appointment.

"Comrades Zhang Guanyu, An Zhongsheng, and Li Haonan will concurrently serve as the Directors of Education."

The three of them were all surprised, but they quickly reacted and stood up together to accept the welcome from everyone.

"Recruitment will mainly be from high school students or young people between the ages of fifteen and eighteen. The initial recruitment will be 300 people."

"The training period is three years, and you will enjoy the salary of an apprentice, 18.5 yuan per month, 20 kilograms of food rations per month, 3 taels of salt and oil each, and half a kilogram of meat."

"After three years, your results will determine where you go."

"Those with good grades will be admitted directly to various research institutes."

"My grades were second, so I went to work in a factory."

"If your grades are not up to standard, you will no longer be hired by the Ninth Department."

After Yang Xiaotao finished talking about the personnel arrangements, everyone present was thinking in their minds whether there were any suitable children among their own children or relatives.

If there is, be sure to get it in.

"As for lecturers, they are selected by the Dean of Studies from the college. We do not have fixed lecturers, but lecturers will receive subsidies for giving lectures."

"At the same time, I hope that everyone can do their best to teach these students, for the revolution, for the Nine Departments, and for themselves."

After Yang Xiaotao finished speaking, everyone in the meeting room raised their heads unconsciously.

This is a good thing as you can leave your name behind and earn subsidies at the same time.

As for keeping a trick for fear that the apprentice will learn it and starve the master to death, there is no need to worry at all.

As long as people are in the Ninth Department, who cares about these things?

Old Wang was wiping his stubble, wondering who in the Seventh Ministry of Machine Building would be suitable to be a teacher.

This is a good opportunity to deepen the influence of the Seventh Ministry of Machine Building.

"In addition, the technical school will be divided into three parts for key training in the initial stage."

"First, basic mechanical manufacturing and machine tool manufacturing require high precision and excellence."

"Director Zhang, you are in charge."

Zhang Guanyu stood up immediately, his heart pounding.

Originally, after so many outstanding talents joined the Ninth Department, he felt that he was going to be lost in the crowd.

However, he didn't expect that Yang Bu had not forgotten him and gave him the greatest support.

He kept this kindness in his heart.

"The second part is about smelting, with a focus on steel workers. I hope to train a group of excellent worker experts."

"For example, judging the temperature of molten steel based on the color of slag and producing finished steel directly from an electric furnace are all areas of training."

"Director An, you are in charge. You must do a good job."

An Zhongsheng just sat down and stood up again, "Yes, don't worry, Chief, we will definitely pass on our experience and train more worker experts."

Yang Xiaotao nodded, and An Zhongsheng sat down with great excitement.

Not far away, Li Haonan was feeling a little nervous and excited.

Compared with the previous two people, he has not joined the Ninth Department for a long time, and has not followed Yang Xiaotao for a long time.

But this time, he really didn't expect that Yang Xiaotao would appoint him as the director.

While feeling grateful, he was also looking forward to the tasks that Yang Xiaotao would assign to him.

“Third, we need a group of people who understand electronic information.”

"Director Li, I remember that you are in charge of teaching in this area at the university. I hope you can take up this important task."

Hearing Yang Xiaotao's words, Li Haonan said gratefully, "Don't worry, Chief Yang, I have experience."

Yang Xiaotao nodded with satisfaction.

Then he continued, "Red Star Technical School will begin recruiting students in June and assessing personnel, and will officially start school in September."

"During this period, Director Wang Guodong will be in charge of the campus construction work."

Wang Guodong immediately stood up and agreed.

The meeting lasted for half the afternoon, and when it ended, Mr. Wang was in a hurry to return to the Seventh Ministry of Machine Building.

The news that the Ninth Department was going to set up the 'Red Star Technical School' spread quickly.

When they learned the specific content, the staff of the nine departments immediately became excited, especially the families with 15 to 18 years old children.

This is the best chance to enter the Ninth Department.

Moreover, technical schools provide money and food for students. Where can you find such treatment?

As for other things like working in the Ninth Department for ten years or something, I don’t care at all.

ten years?

Too short, at least thirty years.

It would be best to be a worker in the Ninth Department for your entire life, so that you can have a stable job for life.

As the news spread, it quickly suppressed the popularity of the women's volleyball team.

Then, those who are interested start looking for connections.

Then, Yang Xiaotao’s phone was at risk of being flooded with calls again.

A week later.

Alliance, Stoke City.

Gotzenfsky looked at the medicine box in his hand, which he obtained from Huaxia.

The medicine box was made of cardboard, and he could still recognize the Chinese characters on the surface, just like the medicinal wine he had taken.

Red Star Pharmaceuticals.

When you open the medicine box, you can see two plates of pills inside, each plate contains about six pills, for a total of twelve pills.

"When did China start researching Western medicine?"

"interesting."

He took out a tablet, then twisted it with his fingers, and the snow-white tablet immediately turned into white powder.

Thinking of this, Gotzenfsky picked up the phone and dialed.

In the church surrounded by cliffs on three sides, an old monk in gray holds the Bible in his hands with a pious expression.

Only this time, there was no bomb hidden in the Bible.

"Reverend Pastor, there is a phone call for you outside."

I heard the girl's gentle voice in my ears, and then she stood aside and waited quietly.

After a long while, as if he had finished praying, the old monk slowly raised his head and closed the Bible.

"My child, the Lord can sense your devotion."

The girl gently raised her head, her snow-white neck raised her eyes, and there was holiness in her eyes.

The old monk stretched out his skinny hand and stroked the girl's flaxen hair. "Tonight, the light of the Lord will shine upon you. Go and get ready, my dearest child."

"Thank God."

The girl turned and left happily, her heart filled with excitement.

Finally I can serve the great Lord.

The old monk looked at the girl's disappearing back. Her wide nun robe was gently lifted up, revealing her white calves. A hint of greed flashed in his eyes.

Then he walked quickly into the depths of the church.

Coming to the phone, the old monk picked it up and asked softly, "Why can't God ever defeat Satan?"

A cold voice came from the other end of the phone, "Because God is also selfish."

After he finished speaking, the old monk's face became more serious.

"Sir, I haven't heard your voice for a long time. I thought you had forgotten it."

The old monk said with a smile.

At this time, Gozenfsky snorted coldly, "Because I don't know whether this Satan has become good or not."

The old monk's heart trembled, for he knew well how cruel this master was.

Although those who betrayed him are still fine now, if you pay attention you will know that these living people are living in fear every moment.

Just like the graceful swallow. "Sir, Satan never changes color."

"hope so."

Hearing the other party's voice, the old monk slowly relaxed.

"How is the Jade Seed Project going?"

The voice sounded again, and the old monk's heart skipped a beat. He thought for a moment, and then said carefully, "Sir, the jade and seeds have been taken to Moscow by Mr. Canon."

"So, you don't know anything?"

"No, no, no, I still know something."

The old monk quickly demonstrated his value. "I have prepared a copy of the research materials and a copy of the specimens. As long as there is sufficient funding, I can resume the research immediately."

"Humph."

Gozenvsky's cold snort came from the phone, and the old monk wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Let's not talk about the research for now. China has recently developed an anti-inflammatory drug. I need to know the effect of this drug."

"Yes sir."

The old monk quickly assured, "As long as we have a sample of this medicine, we will be able to research it."

"The samples are on their way."

"I remind you, if you make a mistake again this time, you should say goodbye to the woman."

Hearing what Gozenvsky said, the old monk shuddered all over and almost peed his pants.

Fortunately, I quickly calmed down and assured him, "Don't worry, sir."

"We have the best experimental equipment and experimental subjects here."

"Better so."

At this point, the old monk grinned, revealing his pale teeth. "And we have also intercepted a group of people digging potatoes here, which is just right for experiments."

Gotzenfsky's mind flashed through a group of dwarfs who were sent to Sicily. It was said that there were more than 600,000 of them at that time.

But no one expected that these guys could actually make it back.

"This is your last chance, cherish it."

"Yes sir."

After the old monk hung up the phone, he realized that his back was wet with sweat.

Looking up at the calm sea outside the window, a hint of madness flashed in his eyes.

"Finally, I can do experiments again."

Another week later.

The old monk looked at the ten skinny and naked "specimens" lying in the ward, his face solemn.

At this time, the little people lying on the hospital beds looked pale and numb.

"Three days, just three days to control the infection and almost recover."

"It's incredible. It's incredible."

The old monk looked at the nurse's examination report, with shock in his eyes undisguised.

“What kind of fungus is this?”

The nurse beside him said quickly, "It's Klebsiella pneumoniae!"

"Negative bacteria?"

"Yes!"

After a brief confirmation, the old monk hurried out to check the situation in the next room.

On the hospital bed, ten 'specimens' were tied to the bed with belts. Except for the eyes and mouth on their heads which could move, the rest were trapped.

As the nurse finished the examination and left, the ward fell into chaos.

"Ishii-kun!"

Suddenly, a 'sample' with sunken cheeks and wrinkles spoke with difficulty.

At the side, the seemingly older 'sample' turned his head with difficulty upon hearing the voice and blinked at the speaker, "Kobayashi-kun."

Both of them spoke quietly, but they could be heard clearly in the quiet ward.

Other 'samples' can also be heard.

"Ishii-kun, I never thought that one day, I would become Maluda in the hands of others."

After the words were spoken, silence fell all around.

Then, a whimpering sound was heard.

There was also a gloomy look in Ishii's eyes.

These people were deliberately left behind by the alliance.

And their information has long been on the list of casualties.

And now, what they are experiencing is exactly what they once did.

One by one, they became 'samples'.

It's no different than a road.

"Hold on, Kobayashi-kun."

Ishii gathered all his strength and shouted loudly.

"Believe me, we can definitely go home."

Ishii shouted again.

But a sound of "Baka" was heard not far away, which instantly attracted the attention of others.

"Baka, baka, that's nonsense. You are still talking nonsense now."

The person who spoke was a white-haired old man. When he came in, he kept coughing as if he was about to die.

But who would have thought that after taking a few pills, the condition actually improved.

But that's all.

All I can do every day on this hospital bed is to be fed and then defecate through the hole under the bed.

Other than that, it's all about cooperating with the 'experiment'.

"We can't get out."

"Why do they use us, a group of old guys, for experiments? It's because our immunity is no longer effective!"

"Only in this way can we verify the effectiveness of the medicine!"

"So, they won't stop until there's a result! So don't lie to them."

The white-haired old man exposed the truth, and Ishii roared angrily, "You bastard, we will definitely go back. We will definitely go back home."

After Ishii finished speaking, the white-haired old man smiled contemptuously, "Ishii, Xiaolin, what do you do with the road meeting after you use it?"

In an instant, the temperature in the room dropped several degrees.

How to deal with it?

Of course, it's for confidentiality.
For a moment, everyone thought of the burning crematorium...

And the wailing in the crematorium!
"No, no, I don't want to die. I want to go home."

"Woo~~~"

"I want to go home, I want my mother"

Soon, the house was filled with crying.

bang~
The door was suddenly kicked open and a fat female nurse from the Alliance walked in. Hearing someone crying, she came to Ishii and smashed the wooden folder in her hand between his legs.

oooo
Ishii's shriveled body struggled violently. Although that thing had shrunk to a very small size, it was still a symbol of masculinity!

The fat nurse felt an inexplicable pleasure in her heart as she looked at the specimen that was constantly twisting and struggling due to the extreme pain a few years ago.

If the team leader hadn't said that these people were still useful, she would have destroyed this demon long ago!
But it's better this way, I can do to them what they have done before.

The folder in my hand twisted violently to refresh these samples!
Hehehe…

what……

The woman's laughter accompanied the man's heart-wrenching shouts.
A scream was heard throughout the research base.

The samples lying on the hospital beds shuddered, their eyes filled with fear.

Can they go back?

On the other side, the old monk came into the room and immediately frowned.

There is a lot of coughing in here.

Looking down at the sample who was still coughing beside him, the old monk covered his mask, checked the daily records, and then left the room.

After looking at several rooms in succession, the old monk's expression became more and more solemn.

The old monk did not return to his office until all the records were counted.

Then I sat in a chair and watched it over and over again.

Only after all the data was memorized in his mind did he close his eyes and mutter to himself.

"Incredible, incredible!"

"The antibacterial effect is too strong. This is definitely not a first-generation cephalosporin. Yes, this is the second generation, not the third generation."

"This is a third-generation cephalosporin!"

The old monk opened his eyes, his eyes full of shock.

It is understandable that the Alliance is not as good as China in traditional Chinese medicine. After all, it is a treasure developed by China over thousands of years.

But we have also been left behind in the development of Western medicine, which is a bit unacceptable!

In particular, China is ahead in the research and development of anti-inflammatory drugs.

What’s more crucial is that the alliance was actually two generations behind China!
What a huge gap!

If this result were to be told to others, not only others but even he would not be able to accept it.