The Goddess Shines on America

Joey's bar welcomed a lot of distinguished guests today, the owner, Joey, was extremely busy. Fortunately, his bar was just expanded half a year ago, and the scale is really not small, otherwise the crowded scene of hundreds of people would not be enough .

"Hey, you! Yes, it's you, pour us three times the amount of rum!"

Harry was already a little drunk, and he raised his glass and shouted to the nearby messenger.

"Rum... How many years old fine wine..." Delove sat beside him, his fair complexion was a little flushed, and he held his glass slightly drunk and said to himself: "Industrialized large-scale production? Or small-scale private production?" Brewing? Which one is better? To-be, or-not-to-be?"

"Don't think about those useless problems." Harry really drank a lot today, and after the glass was full, he asked the messenger to fill it up for Delof: "I'm promoted today! Let's just let it go, don't get drunk It’s fine if you don’t return! You don’t care about working for a day or two!”

Delof didn't drink much, and was a little sober. He frowned and looked around, but saw the entire computer research institute, and more than 60 programmers surrounded them tightly. There are scenes of drinking and chatting everywhere, and it's rare that this group of nerds who usually don't leave the door and don't go out, can gather together in the bar to have fun.

Who said that today is really worth celebrating.

"You've been promoted, congratulations!" Delof moved his buttocks so that he could sit more comfortably: "But this also proves that Alice is going to make a big move. Do you think it is possible for her to... who?"

Seeing Deloof swung his right arm around everyone, Harry drank half a glass of rum in one gulp and said, "Maybe! You know, my buddies are all folk hackers, and people like us never There will be shortages, and if you really want to recruit again, you can easily recruit people on the 17th and 18th!"

This is the truth, but compared to the number of people, the level of staff, professionalism and confidentiality awareness are more important. Of course, Delof didn't intend to say anything more on this topic. They were all professionals, and as he gently swayed his wine glass, he turned the topic to himself.

"The Umbrella Headquarters has become a hospital." He said with a slight smile, "Volunteers are tested every day. To say that this weight loss is really different from other diseases, the enthusiasm of the people to sign up is too high!"

Harry got a little confused from drinking, and didn't care that his topic was interrupted. He waved his hand towards Julian across the table, and he followed the words: "The efficiency is a bit slow! Dude, at your current speed, it's too scary. Will it be available next year?"

"If you don't understand... don't talk nonsense, programmer..." The waiter at the side filled the glass again, so after eating, Deloof became a little drunk: "The new drug test is very long. We're now in the final stages of testing with a multi-racial, bi-gender, multi-age segment...see for yourself, that's super fast!"

"A lot, a lot, a lot... Finally..." Harry's tongue was a little bit loud, but it wasn't affected by the jazz in the store, it was just because he had some difficulty in understanding now: "Then what?"

"Then there is a designated hospital." Delof rolled his eyes at him. This programmer's lack of knowledge in the medical field is really good enough: "Then we will continue to collect data. Let me tell you, this The speed is really fast. As far as our current stage is concerned, there are four stages in total. If it weren't for the effect of this medicine...so good..."

"It's great, what's the matter?"

"If it's not very good, ordinary medicine will last for ten years!"

Harry blinked hard, the jazz music in the bar seemed a bit too loud, and the cheers from colleagues around him were endless. He dug his ears because he wondered if he had heard wrong.

"Ten, more than ten years!? That, that, that... that half of a biologist, wouldn't he be able to keep up with several projects in his life!?"

Harry's voice was somewhat higher, but fortunately, the voices of the people around him were even louder. Delove was still sober, but still drunk, so he couldn't help but look around. Fortunately, 007 is just a plot of a movie after all, if anyone happened to be in this bar and eavesdropped on the conversation between the two directors, he would be really fucked up.

"Scientific research has always taken a long time." Delof was proud, proud, and complacent, swaying his wine glass and said: "It's different from your computer. The first stage of testing a new drug is to find one that can let people The drug has the best effect, but the toxicity will not cause harm to the human body. At this time, there will not be many people, because after all, the risk is relatively high."

"In the second step, we have to consider the performance comparison between this drug and the products on the market. After all, no one wants to make a waste of time, right? Of course, this is only a second stage. According to different experimental purposes, We will have different types of specific divisions. At this stage, it will take three, five, or seven years..."

As he said that, and seeing Harry swallowing his saliva, Delof undoubtedly felt extremely satisfied: "This is still short, and the scale is not large..."

"Still short!?"

"Penicillin? Aspirin? How many years will our products be used by people all over the world? Compared with the number of end users, even if we collect three to five hundred volunteers, can they represent all mankind?"

"It seems to make sense..."

"The third stage is the highlight, but the content is actually very simple. It is to prove that the new drug is both effective and safe. Then you can count it, Harry. After these three stages, batch after batch of patients take medication and follow up the follow-up situation one after another. , accumulatively, can it be about ten years in the near future?"

Despite drinking a lot of alcohol, Harry's IQ has not yet dropped to Forrest Gump's level. After listening to Delov's words, and looking back, we can naturally compare how powerful this new drug is. This kind of immediate weight loss effect really saves everyone a lot of effort.

Of course, Harry didn't know the specific research content, but he was very clear about the existence of the fat-decomposing enzyme—although he didn't know exactly how the enzyme appeared.

"I said Delof..." He actually asked the waiter to fill up the glass again, and drank half of it in one breath. Harry was really excited today: "Look... I am also the director now, so I really can't Tell me the secret? How did you research that enzyme? Did you synthesize organic matter? Or did the boss remove her ribs for you to use? Your research institute is so many meters deep underground. The basic security is so good, it is almost as good as the president's White House black room!"

When the two said this, of course their hands and feet did not stop, and Delof had already drunk another glass of wine. Of course, his sanity was not affected, but it was unavoidable that he felt a little ecstatic.

"Look at this..." He put the wine glass back on the table with a bang, then pulled out his waist and took out a little thing that looked like a pager.

"Isn't this the emergency communicator that the boss designed for us?" Harry was a little puzzled, after all, this thing was made by them "upstairs": "Show me what this thing does?"

Delof smiled softly: "Did you forget the alarm function?"

Having said that, Harry's drunkenness slightly sobered up.

Alice, who sits in town on weekends, of course knows how to make the best use of everything, and asking the hardware department on the third floor to design an alarm or something is of course just a matter of thinking. As for the purpose, the combination of a simple walkie-talkie and an alarm function just happens to satisfy the malicious psychology of hackers.

But when it comes to Delof's...

"The red light is an alarm notification." The expression is a little more serious, but the rather neutral face is matched with the blush of drinking, and Delove still feels weird: "You know, this part of us It’s underground, and it’s doing biochemical research, so it’s extra concerned about safety.”

"So this red light..."

"Of course it's not a decoration!"

Delof sneered. Who doesn't know, the gang on the "ground" is a group of typical homeboy geeks, especially the gang on the third floor. It's not bad if they don't make a C-3PO shell. Alice's communicator is of course Specially prepared for the "underground" medical research institute.

Of course, of course, the functions are all unified. I didn't say that "ground" is something that cut corners. After all, this thing was originally designed by the hardware department. It's just that the "above ground" really just treats it as a toy, while the "underground" really uses it.

"Ah, it doesn't matter, it's your business."

Harry smiled, patted the same type of communicator on his waist, happily took another sip of wine and said, "But I said Delof, when are you going to take all your employees out for fun? Don't Always carrying it underground all day long, it feels like a bunch of groundhogs..."

Harry was continuing to laugh at Deloof a few times, but suddenly, a very penetrating beep sounded from Deloof's communicator!

"What, what's going on!?"

"What happened!?"

"OMG! You spilled my pants!"

Suddenly, the entire bar fell silent, and everyone stopped talking and laughing. Even the jazz music that was still playing couldn't block out the sharp buzzing like an air defense siren!

"what the hell?"

At the core of the storm, Delof was the most dazed one. He still has the emergency contact period in his hand, and the red light, which has never been used in fact, is blinking dazzlingly at this moment!

"Hurry, hurry up and open it!"

"Delov!"

"Hey, Dev! Open it!"

It wasn't until Harry slapped him that Deloof finally came back to his senses and quickly pressed the button.

"Tudou Tudou, I'm Sweet Potato! Tudou Tudou, I'm Di... Connected!?"

It turned out to be a girl's voice, but not to mention the programmers present, even Joey, the bar owner behind the bar, could clearly distinguish it.

"Isn't this little Ida of Reston Street?"