Chapter 664 Hello

"?" Dalbecco spoke mechanically. Anyway, the people on the opposite side spoke almost the same Chinese, and then continued to wait.

Dalbeco now regrets that he chose to call at night time. During this time, his assistants have gone back to rest, and it is impossible to sit and wait for the call to be dialed.

"?" An unexpected English voice came from the opposite side: "Who are you?"

"Are you Yang Rui?" Dalbecco's voice trembled.

"It's me, who are you?" Yang Rui can now receive calls from foreigners from time to time, so he won't panic or worship when he hears them like ordinary operators.

Dalbecco no longer expects to hear Yang Rui panicking or prostrating, he wants to hear Yang Rui's voice now.

What's more, he has an indescribable admiration for Yang Rui, as if, in the Stone Age, someone made a steam engine out of dinosaur bones.

Dalbecco took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Yang Rui, I'm Dalbecco, an American..."

"Dalbecco for the Nobel Prize?" Yang Rui's voice finally carried a taste of surprise.

Dalbecco was so happy that he almost shed tears, how difficult it is to make such a phone call, he happily used a rare way of self-reporting, saying: "Yes, I have won the Nobel Prize Darbeco, are you the author of Mr. Yang?"

He knew that Yang Rui would be happy to know that he admitted that he was the author.

Sure enough.

Yang Rui's voice came briskly: "Yes, I am Yang Rui, the author...Mr. Dalbecco, hello..."

With a smile in his eyes, Darbec narrowed his eyes in enjoyment.

After hard work, the food you eat will be more delicious. Adoration is sweeter after a long wait.

Dalbecco didn't want to eat up Yang Rui's worship and panic at once, so he said with a gentle smile: "I have received your letter, I have received several letters, I have to say that your research work is very effective, and Very predictable, my colleagues and I agree that your work has unimaginable significance, perhaps the most valuable innovation in biological technology in the past two years, and your speech is also very good, I I have to say, this is one of the most interesting speeches I have ever seen, it is very, how should I put it, you have given a realistic imagination space, and it is very instructive..."

After finishing the previous praise, Dalbecco took a breath and was about to say "but (but)", when a "beep" sound suddenly came from the microphone.

Darbecco froze for a moment.

"?" Dalbecco called out tentatively, and the beeping in the microphone stopped suddenly.

"Sorry, sir, the line to Hedong Province is cut off. We will transfer it for you soon, please wait a moment." The poor English wiped out the last trace of Dalbecco's illusion.

The connection was disconnected...Dalbecco suddenly realized something, and reconnected, is it possible to go to the nightmarish Stone Age again?

This kind of thought made Dalbeco want to hang up the phone immediately.

But another thought stopped Dalbeco. If he didn't talk again, would Yang Rui think that he was complimenting him?

Dalbecco recalled what he had just said, and looked down at the outline again.

Yes, if "but" was not added, what he just said would indeed become a compliment to Yang Rui.

Even, it can be called worship.

Dahlbecco clutched the microphone wanting to cry without tears, waiting for Stone Age to reconnect.

Nobel laureates can't afford to be hurt.

Dalbecco doesn't want to wake up tomorrow and see a newspaper headline that reads "Dalbecco bows to young Chinese scientists".

Therefore, the phone must be replayed.

Even if it takes many more times...Dalbeco turned on the hands-free button with tears in his eyes, and launched an attack on the Stone Age again.

Yang Rui put down the phone with a happy face,

He guessed that Telecom must have exposed its poor line level.

However, the representatives of Zeneca sitting opposite Yang Rui, especially the gentlemen from the UK, do not know.

This time, Wells and Yang Rui's old friend, chubby Frankie, returned to Westborg Town. They all came to solve the WestJet factory. At this time, they all looked shocked Looking at Yang Rui.

Since Yang Rui asked "Dalbecco for the Nobel Prize?", the room has been very quiet. The key point is that the Chinese-style receivers in the 1980s are still very loud, as if they were specially used by veteran cadres without hearing aids.

So all heard Dalbecco's words.

In other words, it was his compliment to Yang Rui.

Or, is it worship?

No one is sure.

In 1984, Dalbecco's reputation was still very high, and the reason why Yang Rui sent him a letter was somewhat influenced by this.

As a promoter of the Human Genome Project, Dalbecco has frequently appeared in the media in recent years, and has participated in many debates between the government and non-governmental organizations, so that he frequently refreshes his image on national television networks.

Ordinary people may have a weaker impression of Dalbeco, but the representatives of Zeneca are insiders in the biological industry, so how could they not know about this active Nobel laureate.

Speaking of which, although there are Nobel Prizes every year, the number of those who are active in the industry is really not much.

Nobel Prize winners over the age of 60 or 70 cannot be active. Winning the Nobel Prize at the age of 50 is regarded as young and promising, but it has only been active for more than ten years.

Calculated in this way, as long as there is a year when the Nobel Prize in Biology is awarded to a 70-year-old man, there will probably be one less active Nobel Prize winner in that year.

It is also because Dalbecco was young when he won the award that he was able to slowly kick off the curtain of the Human Genome Project after about ten years of deliberation.

Now, did such a top scholar in the biological industry specially call Yang Rui just to show his respect?

"I feel that the last time I was in China was not long ago, but...what happened?" Franky said in a low voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing Yang Rui.

Naturally, Yang Rui didn't explain and said with a smile: "I have written with Mr. Dalbec several times and introduced my work to him."

It was unbelievable that he spoke so briefly, Frankie whispered: "You are Chinese people's modesty, right?"

"There is no Chinese modesty." Yang Rui smiled and waved his hands, and said, "I'm telling the truth. Let's go, let's sit in the meeting room, I'm in a mess here."

He guessed that Dalbeco might call again, so he sent everyone away.

Franky, Wells, and the other two Britons in the Zeneca delegation all watched Yang Rui silently for a while with the expression of looking at a fox fairy, and then went to the meeting room as promised.

Li Zhangzhen was clearly listening, looked at Yang Rui with genuine admiration, and said, "I didn't expect Jie Likang Xingshi to mobilize the crowd to inquire about the crime, and I scared you away with just one phone call. You have the demeanor of Zhuge Liang."

Yang Rui also said earnestly and modestly: "It's all thanks to Telecom."