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Chapter 62 Using a Cannon to Kill a Mosquito (Please add to your favorites and read on)
Fang Ziye and Jie Han first showed Yuan Weihong the results of their preliminary research and processing, and then took Lan Tianluo out to eat.

When the three of them came out of a grilled fish restaurant, Fang Ziye found that he had sixteen missed calls on his phone, and nine missed calls from Jie Han, all from the same number, Yuan Weihong.

Upon seeing their respective phone screens, Fang Ziye and Jie Han both shuddered.

Lan Tianluo glanced at it curiously, then quickly slipped away, saying, "Senior Brother Fang, Brother Han, you guys go ahead with your work, I'll go back by myself."

The sheer number of missed calls suggests that Yuan Weihong is likely in a very agitated state of mind.

Jie Han asked helplessly, "Senior brother, what should we do now?"

"Let me make a call and ask first." Fang Ziye braced himself and dialed the number back.

As soon as the call connected, Fang Ziye heard Yuan Weihong's rather deep voice on the other end: "What did you send me?"

Fang Ziye stood at the bridgehead of Han Street. The wind from the Chu River blowing on his face could not calm him down.

He quickly replied in a low voice, "Master, I was having dinner with Tianluo Jiehan just now and didn't hear your call. We sent you a message about planning to have Junior Brother Jie apply for preliminary research for a university-level research project."

"I know it's preliminary research, but you didn't label it or provide a detailed explanation. You just threw a few pictures at me. What's the point?"

"You and Jie Han come to my house first..." Yuan Weihong finally gave the order.

I guess he saw something rather novel and got a little annoyed.

Fang Ziye and Jie Han quickly took a taxi there, not daring to delay at all.

After getting off the bus, the two of them forgot about bringing fruit or snacks from their teacher's house. They quickly entered the residential area and ran to their building. They pressed the doorbell for Yuan Weihong's apartment, 2703. Half a minute later, the door opened, and the two were able to take the elevator.

"Relax, the teacher is probably not angry," Fang Ziye comforted Jie Han, who was covered in sweat.

Jie Han then took out two more tissues and handed them to Fang Ziye: "Senior brother, wipe your sweat."

Fang Ziye took the tissue and wiped his forehead, only to find that he was sweating even more.

That is, there was no one else in the elevator.

Fang Ziye: "..."

Fifteen minutes later.

In Yuan Weihong's study, Fang Ziye finally managed to explain the origins of these results and what data each one represented.

Yuan Weihong said, "So you had Lan Tianluo process the data for you?"

Fang Ziye thought for a moment and nodded: "Master, Lan Tianluo shouldn't have leaked the secret, and he didn't transfer our data."

Yuan Weihong leaned back, his voice heavy: "You said it yourself, it should be, not absolutely."

"Okay, I won't mention that. But who can understand the final diagram you created besides the two of you? If you release a diagram like this, won't the project review staff call you over overnight to explain it?"

“I can say this very clearly: if a project reviewer sees a diagram that they are unfamiliar with, they will skip it. They won't ask what it is like I do, you know?”

"You think that making the drawing better will make the result more beautiful, but don't forget where you are, although it's not nice to say it like this," Yuan Weihong said, his words particularly cutting. It was as if a veil of pretense had been cruelly torn away, leaving Fang Ziye and Jie Han speechless.

"Master, we'll change it back immediately and draw it ourselves." Fang Ziye realized his mistake and immediately agreed.

Ordinary people either fear the appearance and existence of outcasts or avoid them altogether.

When applying for research grants, trying to be unconventional is the most foolish thing to do, because the proposal you write is for others to see, not for publishing articles to demonstrate how profound your data processing skills are.

If even the staff reviewing the research proposal can't understand it, they will definitely not put in the effort to figure it out. Instead, they will simply skip it and never even consider giving you funding.

This is a real problem.

"Yes, changing it back is the first reason I asked you to come here."

"The second thing is, are you planning to use this data to apply for a school-level research project?" Yuan Weihong finally smiled, but his smile had a deeper meaning.

Only Jie Han was qualified to apply for the research project, so he quickly nodded: "Master, this is a preliminary experiment that my senior brother helped me with. Although the direction is a bit small, we can do as much as we can."

Jie Han's expression was innocent, and he was sitting upright, which made him even more adorable.

"For your current cohort, do you need to delve into topics as in-depth as miRNA when applying for university-level research grants?"

"How come I didn't know?" Yuan Weihong's lips twitched a few times.

Upon hearing this, both Fang Ziye and Jie Han froze.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that Yuan Weihong's words didn't quite make sense; it didn't seem like he was using PUA.

"How about this, Jiehan, you switch to a smaller direction, keep this data for now, and use it as data and materials for a general research project."

"For your case, we just need to find a relatively superficial and feasible pathway within the giant cell tumor of bone. Deep transfection is not necessary. We don't need to go that deep."

"Oh, by the way, how did you get this transfection reagent?" Yuan Weihong asked again.

"Senior brother made it!" Jie Han immediately replied, pointing at Fang Ziye!
He then said, "When my senior brother Yan Zhiming was processing cell lines in the lab, the reagent for transfecting mRNA could be used for giant cell tumor of bone. So he processed a batch of his own cell lines, which led to this experimental result."

Fang Ziye glanced at Jie Han, then at Yuan Weihong, and nodded silently: "Master, our group didn't buy the reagents for this miRNA transfection, but Senior Brother Yan happened to have some left over. I thought it would be a waste to waste them anyway, so I kept a little and processed our cell line."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Weihong quickly nodded: "Okay, okay, I understand."

"However, miRNAs can regulate target mRNAs by disrupting their stability and inhibiting their translation."

"Our current research direction hasn't even touched on mRNA yet. You've jumped several steps ahead and are now applying for a university-level research grant. What are you trying to do? Try to use a cannon to kill a mosquito?"

Neither Fang Ziye nor Jie Han replied.

"Steel should be used where it's needed most. You've covered the blade and handle together with a thick layer of steel, which is unnecessary. When applying for a school-level research project, we only need to take a small step forward based on our existing experiments and get a little funding. There's no need to go this far."

"Because the university-level funding cannot support such in-depth research..."

(End of this chapter)