Chapter 240 Rectification of the Research Institute
Rong Yuan folded the letter in his hand and put it and the chip that Paco left for him in the secret box.
This was the second last letter he received.
Paco was his friend, but Xiaoxiao and Yan Ce were not. They were just strangers who were a little familiar with each other. However, Xiaoxiao was the previous contractor of the Book of Merits, which made her have a special place in his heart. He had always been wary of that girl and had repeatedly considered the methods and consequences of killing her. But when he really received the news of her death, he felt more disappointed.
It was said before that the contractor could live for another ten years after the contract was terminated, but now, less than eight years have passed and Xiao Xiao has passed away. It seems that the so-called ten years is just the longest survival time under the premise that everything goes well. It's like everyone knows that the human lifespan can reach 100 years, but how many people can actually live to be 100 years old?
Along with the short message written by Yan Ce, the key to the library and all the transfer documents were sent. Because the documents were complete and the transferee's name was "Rong Yuan", even if there were many people coveting the priceless library, they had to withdraw their hands and give up all their plans. Because Rong Yuan did not plan to leave the institute before completing the goals of this stage, all subsequent matters regarding the library needed to be handled by others, such as Wei Jie, who had the rank of lieutenant colonel but acted as an all-round butler in the institute.
Pea asked softly, "Rong Yuan, aren't you going to get that notebook?" It thought that Rong Yuan would immediately go to the library to find the "Merit Record Notes" to see what the so-called secret was. However, Rong Yuan planned to temporarily hand over the library matters to Wei Jie.
"Let's finish ." Rong Yuan said that he had a goal in returning to the institute, and before achieving this goal, he didn't plan to touch this secret, because - "I have a hunch that when I see that note, I may never be willing to take the time to complete this matter again."
What he was about to do now didn't mean much to him, but it was crucial to mankind. If he had to leave Earth one day, this would be his most important gift, which would help the planet gain certain advantages in the early stages of entering the interstellar space. As for the future... he couldn't control it and didn't want to be a nanny for life.
Therefore, even though he was very curious about what the secret was, he would not touch it now. Distinguishing priorities and learning to restrain oneself - this was the principle he had been working hard to implement regardless of whether he had obtained the Book of Merits or not.
Not wanting to talk about this topic anymore, Rong Yuan casually asked, "Did Yan Ce leave with them?" He had already seen the news about the fire at Xiao's house in E County.
"Yes." Noah's tone was still cheerful, and he said like he was presenting a treasure: "Do you want to know what happened to them in the end? I watched the whole process!" It has always been wary of Yan Ce, a basic intelligent creature, but after all, the level of the two is very different. Noah's intelligence level will grow with time, and it is not very difficult for it to invade Yan Ce's program.
It was applauding its own cleverness when it suddenly saw Rong Yuan looking at it. The look in his eyes was like a bucket of ice water poured over its head, chilling it to the bone. Even though Noah was not a human, he suddenly felt a chill.
"Noah, maybe you don't know what it means to respect the dead," Rong Yuan said coldly, "but at least don't think this is funny."
Pain and death are both a stage in life. Rong Yuan doesn't mind taking lives for his own purposes, but even if it is an enemy like the doctor, he will never joke or mock them in the last stage of their life.
…
Cheng Zhitao lay on the workbench, feeling extremely tired but unable to sleep because of the pile of work on his mind, with a look of despair on his face.
Recently, people in the research institute have more or less had similar expressions, which can be summed up in the following sentences: "What should we do about the sudden change in the boss's style?"
"I'm so stupid, shouldn't I just die?"
"Why do I always feel a chill on my back?"
"Don't look at me, don't look at me! You can't see me! Amen~~"
To talk about this change, it all started from a certain morning one day when Dr. Rong walked into the cafeteria as usual, more punctually than a cesium atomic clock, and looked around.
In an instant, it was as if a cold wind blew across the neck. Those who were preparing to eat, those who were about to leave after eating, those who were about to stand up to say hello/flirt, and those who were sleep-deprived and lowered their heads into the bowls, all stood up silently and remained absolutely silent. Only a strong voice broke the silence: "I want three big meat buns, two fried dough sticks, and a beef pie. Oh, and two more tea leaves... eggs..."
Cheng Zhitao, who was holding a small stainless steel clip and putting various breakfasts on his plate and talking to himself out of habit, his voice became lower and lower. He suddenly realized that it was too quiet around him, his voice almost echoed, and the nerve endings all over his body were sending him the signal of "Danger! Danger! Avoid!"
When he turned around, he saw that everyone was standing there as if they were possessed by a ghost. Some people were looking at him with weird eyes, which roughly translated to: "Great, this guy will attract fire!", "How did he survive until now by being so stupid?" Cheng Zhitao put down his plate tremblingly and stood up straight. He felt so small and something was wrong with him, but he really didn't know what he had done wrong.
At this time, Dr. Rong nodded and the people in the front row sat down one by one. Cheng Zhitao saw what happened and felt relieved but strange at the same time: The doctor comes to eat every day, why has he never seen them so respectful before?
As a rookie who had just been in the institute for a year and had no impressive academic qualifications but was specially recruited through assessment, Cheng Zhitao couldn't help wondering if today was a special day. He stretched out his tongs to grab a small egg tart, when he saw a senior who was on good terms with him waving at him furtively, winking and calling him eagerly. Cheng Zhitao put down his tongs and walked over, but he was pulled to sit down by him, and then he heard a vicious complaint: "Eat! You only know how to eat! Are you a pig? Do you know how to seek benefits and avoid harm?"
What benefits should be pursued and what harm should be avoided? Of course, Cheng Zhitao didn't understand. Just as he was about to ask in detail, his senior suddenly lowered his head and started eating. He blinked in confusion, and then he felt someone walking by. He looked up, and the other person also lowered his eyes, as if he glanced at him casually.
It was a plain and cold look, but also a look that pierced through my skin and bones, as if it saw through everything like an X-ray machine. It was as if my existence did not even fall into those eyes, and I was just an existence worse than a stone on the roadside. It was cold and desolate, without any existence that could be called emotion.
It was a very strange feeling. Before this, Cheng Zhitao had never believed that human eyes could express such complex emotions. At most, they could cooperate with the eyelids to "open wide", "open round", "narrow", "blink", etc. But at this moment, he felt a clear sense of fear - just like a rabbit suddenly seeing a ferocious beast that didn't even bother to show its fangs.
Some remaining animal instinct to sense danger in his body made him stiff and unable to move. He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until Rong Yuan got his breakfast and sat at a table far away.
The following breakfast was simply tasteless. Everyone in the cafeteria ate in unprecedented silence, so that when those who came later opened the door, they were frightened by the eerie atmosphere and turned around and fled decisively.
——Cheng Zhitao certainly could not have imagined that this was actually intentional by Rong Yuan. Before he showed up, he had learned in detail about what Xiao A had done in the research institute in the past few years instead of him. He naturally found that because intelligent robots were too simple and straightforward compared to humans, they understood all the roundabout words and scheming methods at face value, and seemed to be rigid-minded and simple-minded. It was cute, but it gradually made people lose respect. If it weren't for Noah's help and the endless inventions that established its unshakable position, it would be hard to say who has the final say in this research institute now.
However, even so, even though Noah used his surveillance network to find a few guys with bad intentions and severely punished them, he did not establish Xiao A's prestige. There were still many people trying to fool him, and there were also bold female colleagues who occasionally flirted with him verbally. Even if Noah could recite all the books on thick black studies, workplace maxims, and management methods, when the executor was Xiao A, the effect would always be greatly discounted.
So when Rong Yuan showed up for the first time, he gave everyone a warning without saying anything. He had killed people, seen blood, and experienced battlefields that ordinary people could never imagine. When he deliberately released his aura, these scientific researchers who could only say sour words and use childish tricks to compete suddenly became silent and almost knelt down. As for whether it would arouse suspicion from some people... is it important?
Cheng Zhitao didn't know this, he only knew that after breakfast, the institute's broadcast notified everyone to temporarily put down their work and attend a meeting. Then at the meeting, Rong Yuan sat alone at the front, without even a speech script in his hand, and called out everyone's name without distinction, from the first to the last, from the most senior person to the lowest assistant.
Although the institute was established according to Rongyuan's requirements and centered on Rongyuan's work, it has now developed into many projects of various sizes. Some of them were handed over to subordinates for improvement and development after Rongyuan's main research work was completed, and some were applied for by some people because they saw the prospects of research or had good ideas. Under Noah's operation, all the power of the institute belongs to one person. The right to use the laboratory and equipment, whether the project can be established, whether the funds can be approved, and who specializes in which project, all must be approved by Rongyuan. But before, Xiao A just played the role of a rubber stamp.
At this time in the meeting, Cheng Zhitao was trembling with fear waiting for the leader's lecture, but he heard Rong Yuan picking out several of the most successful projects and criticizing them one by one. At first, some people were dissatisfied, but as he listed the problems in the research one by one, clearly displayed on the big screen some experimental data anomalies that even the researchers themselves could not remember, accurately pointed out the omitted errors of varying sizes, and proposed more appropriate treatment methods and research directions, almost everyone was convinced and did not know what else to do except nod. The researchers of those projects looked fanatical in their beliefs, writing furiously, and even Rong Yuan's cough was recorded by them without any error. It was obvious from their expressions that they could not wait to go back and put their ideas into practice, but without Rong Yuan's permission, everyone could only sit still.
Good projects were criticized like this, and the inferior ones were even more severely criticized. Cheng Zhitao was also among them. He suddenly realized that he had made so many mistakes. His attitude towards science was too lax. He always took things for granted, was lazy, and was careless. He even had no basic knowledge and was too ambitious. He was so stupid that he simply should not live in this world. On the one hand, he felt more and more uncomfortable being scolded for being useless. On the other hand, because all the problems pointed out by Rong Yuan were sharp and provided him with more ideas and thoughts, he hoped to keep listening forever. He was almost being abused like a dog.
But half an hour later, Cheng Zhitao realized that being scolded like this was a good thing. There were still more than a dozen projects, and Rong Yuan was too lazy to even comment on them. He directly cancelled the possibility of their continued research in the future, withdrew the funds, banned the use of equipment, and scattered the personnel to help out in other projects. He didn't say much, but just the look in his eyes that seemed to be looking at garbage made those people ashamed and wanted to crawl into the ground.
Cheng Zhitao, who was slightly comforted, woke up from his inferiority complex and paid a little attention, and found that there was a person who had never been named. According to the rule that the worse the later, the worse, did Dr. Rong think that person was extremely bad? But the doctor named Wang Xiaohai was an important figure in the institute, second only to another doctor named Meng Xiang, and had made remarkable achievements in recent years. No matter how you look at it, he is not the one who will be criticized at the end!
——Is it because he is impeccable that we deserve special praise?
Cheng Zhitao felt a little nauseous.
He thought so, and apparently many others thought so too, and many looked at the middle-aged man sitting in the front row. Wang Xiaohai, with a broad forehead and a full chin, sat in the front row, his expression was restrained, but his eyes revealed a bit of smugness.
"Finally, Dr. Wang Xiaohai," Rong Yuan looked at him and said coldly, "expelled."
Everyone was shocked.
