In the next few days, the Swedish academic delegation was divided into groups.

Scholars in biology and chemistry basically stayed in the ion channel laboratory. Scholars in physics, mathematics, machinery industry, etc. began their expected tourism tour in Beijing under the arrangement of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

A little surprising is that several Swedish administrative officials also stayed in the ion channel laboratory.

They have no interest in academic papers and the like, nor have the desire to read Yang Rui's papers. However, they have extremely strong interest in Yang Rui himself. Every day, Swedish administrative officials are seen in the corner where they can meet Yang Rui in a limited number of corners.

Marjoli looked at the officials who had been surrounding Yang Rui since lunch, and even sneered: "At their level, I want to borrow Yang Rui from the top?"

Lantherlott smiled lightly and said, "Yang Rui always needs more nominees."

Marjori's eyes couldn't help but flash. Indeed, these administrative officials had low requirements. They did not have the need to "recommend" and did not have the ability to do this. However, finding one or two nominations for Yang Rui is easy to do. In the future, if Yang Rui wins the Nobel Prize or other related benefits, it will not be difficult to ask for some rewards.

Marjorie showed a disdainful expression and said, "Bertilizer."

Lantherlott did not comment and asked, "Have you found who it is?"

Marjorie knew he was asking the referee and sighed, "It's Houston."

"Where did the space shuttle launch?" Lantherlott had a rare humor.

Marjorie said helplessly: "It's Houston of Stockholm University."

“Don’t know.”

"I didn't know each other before." Marjori shrugged and said, "But he is going to be Yang Rui's recommendation now."

Recommenders are not formal positions, but in the scientific research world, everyone still recognizes them.

To simply describe the relationship between a recommender and a scholar, it is like the relationship between a celebrity agent and a celebrity, which means that honor and disgrace are combined.

Marjoli used to be very worried about Yang Rui's strength and development, but now he can't get it and is a little unwilling to accept it.

Lantherlot smiled meaningfully and said, "So, Yang Rui went to Sweden and found nothing."

Marjori nodded heavily and said, "He is a smart young man."

"It's more than just being smart." Lantherlot laughed out loud.

Marjorie also blushed and said, "I'm always misled by his age."

Speaking of this, Marjoli was a little cautious and said, "You said that Yang Rui's experiments should have been completed by him, right?"

“How to say it?”

Marjori hesitated for a moment and said, "Will the Chinese government organize manpower and add multiple honors to Yang Rui alone?"

Lantherlott thought for a moment and said, "It cannot be said that there is no such possibility at all. Although I don't believe that anyone is willing to give up the Nobel Prize-level achievements, there are precedents for giving up the Nobel Prize. What do you think?"

"We can only observe as much as possible. Think about it, it is actually difficult for us to confirm this in China. In this way, it is also very dangerous to be Yang Rui's recommendation."

"That's right." Lantherlot could feel that Marcholi could not eat grapes and said that grapes were sour, but nothing was absolutely absolute, and this situation had not happened before.

The Nobel Prize has a century-long history, and there are indeed many strange things hidden in it.

Marjori felt relieved when he thought about this.

In the next few days, he still appeared in the ion channel laboratory and contacted Yang Rui from multiple sources.

Even if he couldn't be a referee, he would not give up establishing a relationship with Yang Rui.

There is only one thing like the Nobel Prize in a major in a year, and it is not something you can encounter every day like a cabbage.

This time he had good luck meeting Yang Rui and found that he had a high chance of winning the Nobel Prize. No matter what the problem was, he had to keep in touch. What is a competitor? In the United States or Western European countries, his competitors would have to increase tenfold.

Especially after being covered with a crystal structure of the G-protein-coupled receptor, Marjoli would saliva when he looked at Yang Rui.

However, his active contacts did not work.

Marjori learned from his ideas and changed his strategy without hesitation. The next morning, he took the taxi he had agreed to and headed straight for Peking University Ion Channel Laboratory.

When he arrived, the breakfast at Peking University Ion Channel Laboratory had just begun. When the master saw the familiar face of the foreigner, he greeted him enthusiastically.

"I want a cake, can I use honey?" Marjori looked at the food on the table and chose the safest one.

Today's translation is Qin Xiucheng. He got up before dawn and accompanied Ma Qiaoli over. He was still sleepy and said to the master simply: "Give him some oil cakes and some honey."

"Honey with oil cakes? How can the local rich man eat it?" The master sighed twice, and the mat was still complete.

Qin Xiucheng was too lazy to say more, and only said in an official voice: "You should pay attention to the influence when speaking. What should you do if the foreign guests hear it? Do you think we are in class struggle?"

"It was. Besides, people can't understand Chinese." The master has been in the ion channel laboratory for so long and has met some foreigners and leaders, and he is not particularly good at Qin Xiucheng's trick.

Qin Xiucheng was suddenly a little unhappy, but he didn't want to say more, and said in a depressing manner: "I want bun porridge."

"Okay, please pay the money all the way." The master pointed to the depths of the canteen.

Qin Xiucheng's brows frowned immediately.

The master knocked on the iron spoon and said, "We invited foreign guests, there is no reason to treat them all."

"Whatever you want." Qin Xiucheng's mind appeared with a humble smile, and he lost his appetite and sat on the table in anger.

Marjoli put oil cakes in front of him, soaked them in honey, looked up at Qin Xiucheng, and said, "Mr. Qin, can you sit opposite him?"

"Yeah? Oh, what's wrong?"

"I want to look at the Tofu Brain table." Ma Qiaoli pointed behind Qin Xiucheng and said, "You blocked me."

Qin Xiucheng was a little surprised that he could speak the word "tofu brain". He nodded silly, changed his position and asked: "Why do you want to look at the table of tofu brain?"

"Because Yang Rui often comes to eat tofu brain." Someone answered Qin Xiucheng's words in English, put down a plate on the table and said, "Ma Qiaoli, you sat on my table."

Qin Xiucheng looked up in surprise and saw that the visitor was Louisa, a female scholar in the group, a young Norwegian lady. She has the iconic blonde hair of Norwegian women, deep facial features, and a thin and straight nose. In Qin Xiucheng's impression, this is a woman who is knowledgeable and likes quiet.

However, Ms. Louisa, who was quiet on weekdays, was full of anger at this moment and said, "Maggioli, do you know that I will sit here every day, so do you come early?"

Marjorie widened her eyes and said, "How could I know what you mean to sit here every day?"

"Then please get out of the position."

"Why do you have to get out of the position?" Marjori's voice was a little weak.

Louisa laughed twice and said, "You also said you don't know. You know that Yang Rui would sit next to him when he had tofu brain, so he came to grab this table."

"No matter what, I came earlier today, please sit in another seat." Marjoli was a little guilty and said humbly: "I have something to talk to Mr. Yang Rui."

"Everyone wants to talk to Yang Rui. But Yang Rui only has time to eat and have time, so you can try to grab lunch time." Louisa said and sat down, saying, "Please change to another seat, this is my fixed seat."

"I..." Marjori was a little confused about what to do. When he looked up, he saw Yang Rui and hurriedly said, "Here I'm here, I'll just say a few words, and then leave."

Louisa turned her head and saw Yang Rui heading straight for Tofu. She couldn't help but curl her lips and said, "I'll give you three minutes. Anyway, your way of eating waffles is like garbage in Yang Rui's eyes."

"Ah?" Marjori looked at the oil cake and honey on his plate, a little confused.

"The Chinese people care about their food very much. This is their pride. If you insult their food, it is insulting their country. As long as Yang Rui sees your plate, he will not give you a good face." Louisa used the eight-hand knowledge he had learned for a while to attack Marjorie.

Ma Qiaoli frowned, looked at Qin Xiucheng and asked, "Is that true?"

"Probably..." Qin Xiucheng hesitated and didn't know how to answer, so he used maybe to start the sentence.

However, before Qin Xiucheng's last sentence of Maybe was formed, Marjoli had already made up his mind.

Yang Rui is right in front of him, and it must be time to make a decision.

Marjoli grabbed the oil cake bigger than his palm and stuffed it into his mouth without hesitation.

He ate so fast that Qin Xiucheng had no time to stop him.

It seems that it can't be stopped.

In at most ten seconds, the huge oil cake was swallowed by Marjorie, and he didn't even chew it.

Qin Xiucheng was stunned when he saw it. Louisa even made a throat-tight action and said in admiration: "Your skills are so good. Do you don't want to vomit at all? It's so deep..."

Small theater:

Patnos, covered in tattoos, looked at the table in front of him with a dumb look, and whispered: "Godfather, I really... uh, I really can't do it."

Godfather: Patnos, do you know what Chinese people care about the most?

Patnos: Godfather, they are their food.

Godfather: That’s right, Chinese people care about their food very much. This is their pride. If you insult their food, it is insulting their country. If you insult their country, can you still learn the essence of PCR?

Patnos: I was wrong, but, godfather, I...I don't even eat tripe bags.

Godfather: There is no tripe here.

Patnos: I don’t eat beef burgers either.

Godfather: There is no croquette here.

Patnos looked at the white water sheep head, white water pig head and white water buffalo head on the table, and fell into deep despair. He became even more afraid of his trip to China.

The godfather said in an encouraging tone: Patnos, do you remember that you killed the Tedel Gang alone? You are not even afraid of submachine guns. Are you still afraid of these foods?

Patnos: I'm not afraid...

Godfather: Yes, don’t be afraid, you have to learn to taste delicious food...

Patnos: Yes...

Godfather: Eat them...

Patnos cried: Godfather... Can you sprinkle some salt...

Godfather: Chinese people like light tastes.
Chapter completed!