Please enter the black technology you wish to develop. The more detailed the description, the better:
Song He quickly typed:
A type of artificial cornea technology that can transform human skin cells into artificial cornea cells. After transplantation, it will not cause rejection and will work just as well as a natural cornea. The cost should also be kept as low as possible, with the cost of one cornea no higher than ten thousand yuan.
Input complete. Confirm!
Artificial Cornea Blueprint generated!
Normal Unlock: 700,000 Resentment Value (Only one pitiful blueprint)
Advanced Unlock: 1,000,000 Resentment Value (In addition to the blueprint, includes a special item that increases the success rate of development)
Song He spent one million without hesitation. Advanced Unlock!
This blueprint was valid for ten days.
Complete development to receive 2,000,000 Resentment Value and a varying amount of Knowledge Rebate.
If development failed, the system would be locked for one year, and all Resentment Value generated during that period would be deducted.
Time until the blueprint expired: 9 days, 23 hours, 59 minutes!
Seeing the time limit, Song He couldn't help feeling a wave of lingering fear. Fortunately, he had used the Wishing Well's question book in advance, confirmed the general development route, and sent people around the world to search for materials early on.
Otherwise, if he had waited until the last minute to act, unlocked the blueprint, and then sent people to find the materials, more than half the development time would have been wasted by the time everything was gathered! It would have been a complete failure!
Most of the materials had been collected, but even ten short days still left room for failure. Time was extremely tight!
"Come on! Let's get to work!" Song He walked to the corner and pulled out the laboratory's whiteboard.
A group of people in lab coats quickly gathered around for a meeting, and many of them pulled out small notebooks to record the key points.
Song He glanced over the Black Technology Blueprint, picked up a marker, and began writing on the whiteboard as he spoke:
"First step: prepare the Dedifferentiation Solution!"
"Our goal is to dedifferentiate human skin cells and turn them into Low Differentiation Cells!"
"Let's tentatively use skin from the buttocks! We'll experiment on monkeys first. Monkey buttocks are easy to cut, and once the technology succeeds, it will be easier to cut skin from a patient's buttocks too!"
Song He casually drew a simple monkey on the whiteboard, with a chunk cut from its buttocks. The monkey hugged its head and wailed in agony. The drawing was vivid and lifelike, prompting a burst of quiet laughter from everyone. A world where only monkeys got hurt had been achieved.
"Where will the Dedifferentiation Solution come from? You all saw the boxes newly brought to the corner! The plant ingredients inside can be mixed and heavily diluted to prepare the Dedifferentiation Solution!" Song He continued.
"This step accounts for fifty percent of the entire development process and is absolutely crucial. Everyone must complete it within five days!"
"Do you have confidence?!" Song He raised his voice.
Everyone fell silent. A moment later, a low murmur arose. "No!"
Only Ji Tianhe, unwilling to follow the crowd, shouted that he did. But even his expression clearly showed a lack of confidence. He had only gone against his true feelings to support his boss.
Song He looked bewildered. "Where do you lack confidence? When have I ever let you down?"
Someone raised a hand. "Boss, how do you know...these plant ingredients can be used to make Dedifferentiation Solution?"
"I guessed!" Song He lied without the slightest blush. "Once you've read more than half the specialized books in the library and gone through most of the papers in this field from the past few decades, you'll have this ability too!"
Everyone present was slightly shaken. So this was the path of the strong?
"Get to work!" Song He ordered.
The laboratory immediately became busy. Dozens of people brought out the glass jars from the boxes and rapidly sorted them on the worktables.
Lou Jinghui's group was responsible for using ready-made chemical reagents, Ji Tianhe's group was responsible for extracting reagents from plant samples, and Lu Chengen's group used both approaches. The three groups advanced side by side, exploring the Dedifferentiation Solution formula!
Although Song He said nothing, the three groups had vaguely formed a competitive atmosphere. Members of each group occasionally looked at one another from afar, their eyes filled with fighting spirit!
The realm was divided into three!
After all, whichever group produced results first would be able to rank ahead when publishing its paper!
Everyone still remembered Song He's encouragement. What was so impressive about publishing in a top journal? If you had the ability, become the First Author of a top-journal paper! How could they amount to anything if they always clung to their boss's coattails? Who didn't want to stand on their own?
There were still more than a dozen lively monkeys left in the laboratory. Originally, after the Short Sleep Pill research had ended, they had been spared the agony of having their skulls opened. They had lived peacefully these past few days, preparing to enjoy their retirement.
But life was unpredictable. Fan Tao put on a pair of oversized gloves, took a monkey from the incubator, pinned it to the operating table, and cut into its buttocks. Like a slow execution, she shaved off layer after layer of thin slices from its flesh. The monkeys were in unbearable pain!
The slices of monkey buttock that were cut off had to be processed in a vibrating microtome, cut once more into thin pieces as delicate as cicada wings. They were then quickly distributed to the various experimental groups and placed in culture fluid, where oxygen was pumped in to keep the monkey cells temporarily alive.
Once the buttock slices had stabilized in culture, the next step was to add Dedifferentiation Solution!
Various toxic agents were combined in different ways to produce one Dedifferentiation Solution after another, then heavily diluted and poured over the monkey buttock slices.
After pouring it on, the people in lab coats all began praying, muttering under their breath.
They all felt that making Dedifferentiation Solution from poisonous plants was absurd, so they could only pray to the gods and buddhas and hope for a miracle.
Song He, meanwhile, moved from microscope to microscope, repeatedly bending over to observe the monkey buttock slices.
The special item granted by unlocking this Black Technology Blueprint was a primate skin-cell observation capsule.
One capsule cost 50,000 Resentment Value and could be used for an entire day.
The observation capsules he had used in the past provided textual descriptions, but this time, when Song He leaned over the microscope, what appeared before his eyes was nothing but tables of numbers!
Cell survival rate, dedifferentiation rate, dedifferentiation speed, mutation rate, and so on were all listed in a single table.
If these values were measured with conventional equipment, it might take an entire week just to complete the data for one reagent.
But Song He needed only his own eyes to judge them, compressing a week's work into a mere few seconds!
"The concentration is too high. It all died from toxicity. Dilute it."
"The formula won't work. Change it!"
"Make a concentration gradient with slight adjustments to this formula. I'll come take a look in a moment!"
"Are you making soup? What is this? The cells have all been smashed! Pay more attention!"
After examining each group of monkey buttock slices, Song He delivered concise comments and had his subordinates make corrections.
Before they knew it, the sky had brightened.
"Once you've finished this batch, go eat breakfast!" Song He spoke up. "Tao! Bring me some food!"
"Understood!" Fan Tao replied readily.
Soon, everyone in lab coats left together.
Song He worked alone in the laboratory. He tore down all the papers recording the Short Sleep Pill data from the east wall, found a thick pack of fresh white paper, and covered the wall with it sheet by sheet.
With the wall covered anew, he picked up a pen and began drawing circles from the bottom. Each circle recorded a different Dedifferentiation Solution formula and its related data. He then connected the circles with straight lines, outlining the trends.
From these trends, he could determine which ingredients needed to be increased and which needed to be reduced, bringing the formula closer to the final form of the Dedifferentiation Solution.
Of course, the entire laboratory currently had only one person capable of making such calculations and predictions: him.
If deducing a reagent's properties from its data was like playing Weiqi, Lou Jinghui and Ji Tianhe could see five moves ahead, Lu Chengen could see three moves ahead, and ordinary team members could see one move ahead.
As for Song He, he could see at least twenty moves ahead!
"Food's here! Food's here!" Fan Tao's voice rang out.
Song He stared intently at the data on the wall and didn't turn around. He merely held out a hand.
Fan Tao ran over, handed him a bag of steamed buns, and turned her head curiously toward the wall.
"Boss, let me ask you something," Fan Tao said.
"Go ahead." Song He grabbed a steamed bun and gnawed on it, continuing to study the data on the wall without looking away.
"Whether it's the chemical reagents you ordered this time or the plants, they're all highly toxic!" Fan Tao said, puzzled. "How can anything toxic work? Even if you want to make Dedifferentiation Solution, shouldn't you eliminate all these poisonous ingredients right from the start?"
Song He turned his head and looked at her in surprise. "Didn't you study chemistry? How can you still ask such a stupid question?"
Fan Tao froze, and a burst of Resentment Value appeared.
"Have you ever had a Slimming Injection?" Song He suddenly changed the subject.
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