Yang Rui staggered towards the seat, Acheson followed behind, staring at Yang Rui's spine, buttocks and thighs... The purpose was to avoid the tragedy of "the Nobel Prize winner fell a dog to eat shit in the Stockholm Concert Hall."

If there was a choice, Acheson would like to rush forward now and use his broad mind to support Yang Rui's shaking body.

But that would look too ugly.

Especially in the halls where there are numerous journalists, the Nobel escort is holding the drunk Nobel Prize winner, which is purely creating news.

Acheson could only fall behind Yang Rui halfway and was ready to support him at any time.

Or, after Yang Rui leaves the hall, he will rush up and force him...

"Have you drunk a lot of wine?" Jing Yulan took the lead and caught Yang Rui when Acheson imagined benefits.

When Yang Rui saw Jing Yulan, his eyes were lit and he couldn't help but mutter: "I didn't drink, I was not drunk... No..."

"It seems that he is drunk." Jing Yulan laughed. She used to be like her father drunk. The cadres who tested alcohol were warriors who could go home and be considered as warriors. Therefore, Jing Yulan was more funny to Yang Rui's appearance after being drunk. Of course, she also needed to apologize to Acheson, after all, it was a troublesome.

But Acheson was stunned.

He really wanted to curse.

If it weren't for Jing Yulan, Yang Rui would fall into his palm at most half a minute later.

However, looking at Jing Yulan who apologized naturally, Achison couldn't even say anything blamed.

As a rich man among the nobles of the lineage, Atcheson has seen countless elegant ladies since he was a child.

Perhaps Jing Yulan is not the most prominent in terms of appearance and etiquette, but the sincerity from her upbringing and nature makes her elegance look particularly touching.

Standard oriental beauty, gentle personality, elegant demeanor...

Acheson tried to find the bad parts from this rival, but failed to do so.

Perhaps, only such a woman can be worthy of Yang Rui.

Aschison had this idea and frowned suddenly, hating his random thoughts.

"There are always women who are bad things, bad women!" Acheson recalled the girls who snatched their toys in kindergarten when he was a child.

"Mr. Acheson, please help me help Yang Rui, he is too heavy." Jing Yulan held Yang Rui with one hand and asked for help.

Acheson was stunned for a moment, and was ecstatic. He quickly held Yang Rui's other arm, and his whole body was trembling with excitement.

"It's too heavy." Jing Yulan said embarrassedly: "He goes to exercise when he is fine, but his whole body is full of muscles. Now I don't know how to use force, so I can't help it."

"I like to exercise well, but I like to be heavy... No, I can hold on, and I often go to exercise." Acheson subconsciously lifted his pants to show his fitness results.

Jing Yulan didn't even look at it. She was afraid that Yang Rui would fall down and even make a fool of himself, so how could she care about anything else?

Acheson didn't care. He had corrected his views on Jing Yulan. Now, no matter what the other party did, as long as he could support Yang Rui, he would be so happy.

"Elegant women are not necessarily good women, but good women are necessarily elegant." Acheson looked at Jing Yulan through Yang Rui, and his mood was as bright as the sunshine of the Stockholm summer solstice.

"I want to do a big project, a big project..." Yang Rui became even more drunk and began to speak nonsense in Chinese.

Jing Yulan smiled and said, "You often do big projects."

“This is different.”

“Why are the difference?”

"It's just different." Yang Rui felt a little childish indignation.

After getting drunk, Yang Rui felt that there was no problem, but he would say what he didn't usually say.

Jing Yulan held him without surprise, first placed it on the seat with the nameplate written on it, then apologized and smiled to both sides, and then poured a cup of strong tea for Yang Rui.

After drinking some wine, Yang Rui stopped talking and fell asleep in the chair.

Houston rushed over at this time, looked at Yang Rui worriedly, and whispered: "Ms. Jing, Professor Yang is fine."

"I just drank too much." Jing Yulan said with a smile in English.

"It's fine, there's no problem with drinking too much." Houston said this and laughed, "Every year, I only see news about celebrities getting drunk... Well, Professor Yang is also a celebrity now."

Jing Yulan doesn't understand Houston's thinking. From her perspective, what's the best thing about celebrities?

"By the way, Professor Yang didn't say anything inappropriate. If so, you should hurry up and have some public relations." Houston is an active member among academic staff. After establishing a considerable relationship with Yang Rui, the Nobel Foundation also extended an olive branch to him, and Houston learned everything quickly.

Jing Yulan said: "It shouldn't be there, he just muttered that he wanted to do a big project."

"Big project?" Houston smiled and said, "It's the human genome project."

"Professor Yang may have been thinking about this, so he never forgets when he gets drunk." Acheson glanced at Yang Rui in admiration, full of desire for the top of the world, and said: "The completion of the human genome project will cause a huge change to the world. Maybe, in a few years, terminal illnesses such as cancer will be compromised."

Houston laughed twice, and said nothing.

Catching cancer is a natural expectation of human beings after the great development of antibiotics. However, this hope was shattered as early as the 1970s.

In the midst of the Cold War, Americans used funds worth 100 aircraft carriers to overcome cancer, and their investment was large. Dalbeco, one of the giants of the human genome project today, is one of the people in charge of the project.

However, although this huge fund has produced some results, it is still far from conquering cancer.

To be honest, its greatest contribution is actually to prove that cancer is insurmountable within a hundred years.

Autoimmune diseases are the biggest enemy of human beings in the 21st century, because this enemy is hidden in humans' bodies, so medical experts are helpless.

Ordinary people don’t understand the key points, so how can Houston not understand?

Not to mention conquering cancer, even classifying cancer requires medical scientists to be busy for more than ten years. Then, someone may be able to overcome one or two cancers by chance.

Before there was no better way, all cancer conquering turned into street fighting, and there was almost no way except to use a lot of resources to kill little by little.

"The value of the Human Genome Project is undoubtedly, Professor Yang will definitely play a huge role in it." Houston straightened Yang Rui and added by the way.

"I want to do a big project first." Yang Rui suddenly opened his eyes and said in English.

"Huh? Didn't you do a human genome project?" Houston and Acheson both listened to Yang Rui's speech and naturally believed that this was Yang Rui's next project.

Yang Rui smiled with a drunken smile, opened his mouth, reached out to swear, but said in Chinese: "You are secretly practicing and secretly passing by Chen Cang, you don't understand."

"What did Professor Yang say?" Houston and Acheson both looked at Jing Yulan.

Before Jing Yulan could speak, Yang Rui said in Chinese again: "I want to shoot a fake shot. I can't let you know. I'll go into the village quietly and shoot a gun."

As an English teacher, Jing Yulan suddenly felt the despair of Chinese translation into English.

Faced with Houston and Acheson who had a strong desire for knowledge, Jing Yulan could only say: "Yang Rui doesn't want people to know about his new project."

"What project cannot be known?" Houston and Acheson became even more curious.
Chapter completed!