Given Professor Liu's standing, there had been no need for him to "suck up" to Lu Zhou.
Having his own laboratory and working on his own projects was better than working for someone else, no matter how one looked at it.
But no one could escape the truth of "it smells so good."
Lu Zhou had needed only one sentence to make him pack up and come over without another word...
"...I can't help you this term, but next term, two years from now, I guarantee you'll become an academician. There won't be any problem."
For Professor Liu, whose connections barely extended beyond the small circle of cryobiology, that promise was already enough...
Jinling Institute for Advanced Study.
Inside the Biochemistry Research Institute, in a laboratory tucked away in the farthest corner.
Some of the equipment here had been ordered through Lu Zhou's contacts in Germany and the Netherlands. The rest had simply been moved over—or rather, borrowed—from the Institute of Basic Medicine at the PLA General Hospital.
Strictly speaking, the procedure had not been entirely proper, but everything could be worked around. Especially after the research group had been listed as a key project of the Lunar Orbital Construction Committee, no leader would refuse such an effortless political achievement.
All it took was a signature to count as supporting a key national project. It really was no different from getting credit for free.
Standing in the laboratory, Lu Zhou stared for a while at several samples contained in glass vessels inside the refrigerated incubator before asking,
"What are these?"
Professor Liu Zuobing said, "Samples of ancient nematode cells! They were collected by a research team from Saint Petersburg University in the permafrost zone along the Alazeya River. Since I have a good relationship with one of the professors there,