“If I may be frank, your plan is absolutely impossible. wＷw.tＸＴ.ＮET,” a tall woman said sharply.
“No, once we put it on the market, we'll make huge profits!” Behind the woman, a man sat in his chair, pleading bitterly.
The woman turned around: “But that will cost us 30 million pounds! And up until now, you haven't produced a single sample. You're coming to me for an additional 30 million in funds with nothing but a piece of paper and a 20 million pound bill—do you really think that's possible?”
Hearing this, the man forced a smile, forcing himself to face that old and ugly face: “I… beg you, I have to complete this research. I'm only at the last step, then, then it'll be done…”
“Then can you tell me what the hell your research is? A fast-acting diet pill to turn a fat person into a thin one in three days? Think about the consequences! What have you been doing for the past year? Besides creating a bunch of people who look like skeletons that haven't eaten in ten years and a pile of lawsuits, what have you done!?” The old woman, excited, pointed at the man with her finger and scolded him loudly.
The man's face, full of frustration, gradually fell into a daze, obviously considering whether to tell her the truth—the empress of this small forest academy, Director Bronte. The man licked his dry, cracked lips: “So, you mean, as long as I have enough reasons and evidence, you can approve my experimental plan?”
Ms. Bronte turned her face slightly, glancing at him briefly: “Honestly, ignoring the funding issues, do you really think that's feasible? ‘Accelerating the overall function of the human body, making humans energetic, and extending human lifespan'—this is the funniest thing I've ever heard! What you're doing will only accelerate human death, shortening lifespan. If you really invent such a drug, it will only harm humanity!” She paused, then suddenly thought of something and muttered while slightly turning her head: “If it weren't for… you should have been gone long ago.”
The man clearly heard it, but he didn't react, obviously accustomed to this kind of sarcasm and mockery. Yeah! If it weren't for my father entrusting me to the director before he died, how could I have stayed here so long?"I also incorporated the DNA gene chain of sub-longevity species," the man said, like a naughty boy confessing to a wrongdoing. \???? "Sub-longevity? Are you referring to a life system similar to ours but less enduring, like that of mice?" \???? "Exactly, but in fact, the sub-longevity DNA I found is much longer-lived than that of mice." \???? "Much longer-lived? What do you mean? Turtles? Elephants? Don't get it wrong! Mixing life systems like this can cause major problems, even… even qualitative and fundamental changes! And even if mixed, it may not increase human lifespan, let alone enhance human constitution!" \???? The man seemed to have anticipated that the director would raise this question. Confidently, he closed his eyes, shifted to a more comfortable position in his chair, and said, "It is indeed possible, but the species' genes I found are very special. Its natural lifespan is hundreds of times longer than ours, and its constitution is even more remarkable. Moreover, the most astonishing thing is, although their body size differs greatly from ours, their genetic structure is surprisingly similar to humans!" \???? "What the hell are you talking about!" Ms. Blunt looked somewhat irritated. \???? The man took a deep breath, knowing his answer would certainly shock the director. \???? "A certain ancient creature, which our ancestors called a dinosaur." \???? Ms. Blunt exhaled sharply through her nose several times intermittently, clearly trying to scold but unable to stop laughing. "Do you think I came here to play with you, you bastard!" Saying that, she angrily kicked the man's chair, sending it sliding backward—technically, it was a wheelchair. Just as the wheelchair's back was about to hit the wall, the man suddenly leapt up, freeing himself from the wheelchair, and stood upright on two rather stiff legs. \???? In an instant, Blunt thought her eyes were deceiving her. “How… how are you standing?” \???? Blunt's words instantly gripped the man's heart… it was a fragment of a tragic childhood memory… his father's yelling… a car speeding toward him… the moment his father ran up… then everything went black. The next time he saw his father, he was already sitting in a wheelchair watching him being buried. Focus, forget the unnecessary. Blunt! Do you see? Heh heh, this is my success!"I stood up, because my experiment succeeded, and my life was revived once again! “Cough, cough, as you can see, Mrs. Blunt, my experiment...”\????“...has succeeded,” Mrs. Blunt responded vaguely, but her eyes were fixed intently on the man's feet...\????“How did you do it?” After a while, Dean Blunt seemed to regain his composure.\????“I strictly followed the plan, first experimenting on laboratory mice, and successfully changed their physiology. Then I thought about testing on humans, and I—” At this point, the man gestured toward his own feet, “—obviously was the best candidate. My legs were reborn once again with the help of subgenes.”\????In fact, the man was lying; only he knew that he had no choice but to test on himself, as the scheduled date from the buyer was approaching and there was no one else to experiment on. If he had known the side effects of his drug, he never would have tried it, even to save his life. Yet that buyer was really strange, placing an order without even seeing a sample, as if they were in a hurry... Thinking of that buyer, the man shivered; that merchant was extremely shrewd, with eyes that seemed to pierce through everything...\????Blunt stepped aside and once again examined the plan that a few minutes ago he had thought was a pile of crap, and he couldn't help but admit that he had been hasty. This report was not only detailed but also logically coherent, clear in purpose and feasible—it was truly a masterpiece—at least compared to that guy. Suddenly, Blunt realized that he was holding a key capable of transforming the human race, and it was incredibly valuable! Blunt grabbed the communicator on the table, “Immediately contact all buyers, tell them we have another latest technology to sell, send messages simultaneously to the military and terrorist organizations, auction starting at a low price of one hundred million.”\????Putting down the communicator, Mrs. Blunt paced back and forth excitedly. “Don't mention anything about the sample being made yet, understand?” Blunt knew that if others found out they already had a sample, they would spare no effort to seize it.\????“But, in fact, it's not exactly like that.” The man was completely confused by the dean.