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Chapter 122 - 100 Computational Biology
Chapter 122: Chapter 100 Computational Biology
"Whew, this guy is pretty heavy."
By the time Meng Lang and Lin Haitang had carried Yan Weiwei back to her own bedroom, it was already past nine in the evening.
The apartment that Yan Weiwei lived in was a spacious four-bedroom unit of roughly 160 square meters; even with three people living there, it wouldn’t be crowded.
Walking back to the living room, Meng Lang hiccupped after a belch.
"Burp! Xiao Yu must be asleep by now, and it’s getting late. I should head back."
"Hey, wait a minute!" Lin Haitang called out.
"Hmm? What’s up?" Meng Lang turned around.
"You’re going back to Beihu tomorrow, right?"
"Yeah, the round trip will probably take three or four days."
"Right! Here, this is for you." Lin Haitang picked up two gift boxes from the side and passed them to Meng Lang.
"These are some local specialties from Su City, for you to bring to your uncle and aunt."
Meng Lang was somewhat astonished, as he genuinely hadn’t expected Lin Haitang to prepare anything for his parents, and he felt undeservingly honored.
"And this too, I made some pastries for you to eat on the road." Lin Haitang handed over another box of food.
Uh...
What’s going on? This sudden VIP treatment.
"How could I accept this?"
"You’ve helped Xiao Yu and me so much, this is nothing."
After hesitating for a moment, Meng Lang still accepted everything, smiling, "Alright then, I will reluctantly accept."
Having escorted Meng Lang to the door, Lin Haitang watched him hesitate for a moment, then suddenly cast her gaze downwards before extending her palm, "Give it to me."
"Huh? What?" Meng Lang didn’t catch on immediately.
Perhaps it was the alcohol, but Lin Haitang’s cheeks were slightly flushed.
"Your car keys."
"Uh..."
...
"Bang!" Watching the door close, Meng Lang scratched his head.
Is this woman always so fickle?
After placing the items back in his room, he went to the security room of the residential complex and brought back four parcels.
The reason he didn’t allow the delivery guys to bring them directly to his door was first to avoid exposing his exact address, and second to avoid being recognized.
The book said the items belonged to some "big shot;" who knows if they would come looking to trace the connection?
Even if they came looking, who knew when he would be released? Still, building a Firewall would provide some safety; after all, that old man "Fate" was always trying to pick on him.
Right! He would have to cancel his online account later and vanish without a trace!
Back in his own room, Meng Lang drew the curtains and then rubbed his hands together excitedly.
Opening blind boxes was undoubtedly thrilling.
Especially, when there might be a fishing rod inside worth several small fortunes!
"Rip!"
The first parcel was opened, revealing a cylindrical storage tube about half a meter long.
He opened the storage tube and took out a black fishing rod in its collapsed state, its surface engraved with dragon patterns and looking quite classy.
It felt slightly heavy as he began to carefully examine the interior of the fishing rod and fully extended it in search of anything special.
However, he found nothing.
"It’s normal to find nothing; after all, there’s only a one in four chance. With my luck, how could I possibly win on the first try? Stay calm, stay calm!"
Meng Lang comforted himself as he opened the second parcel.
Unfortunately, still nothing.
Then came the third one, nothing!
Could it be that he ultimately missed out?
With a mixture of hope and anxiety, Meng Lang opened the fourth parcel and felt disappointed the moment he took out the fourth fishing rod.
The first three rods, setting aside what the materials were like, looked quite fancy at first glance and seemed worthy of their resale price of 800 dollars even as secondhand items.
But this rod looked dull and matte all over, similar to the cheap fishing rods you might find on discount websites for just a few bucks.
Could it be that he had missed out and ended up being a sucker?
"But this fishing rod has a nice touch when held..."
Meng Lang still honestly commented.
Taking a shot in the dark, he carefully searched and...
"Huh?" Meng Lang suddenly noticed that the bottom of the rod had a cap, which could actually be turned!
Jackpot!
Meng Lang immediately unscrewed the cap, reached in with his fingers, and after a moment of fumbling, his eyes lit up. Quickly, a rolled up A4 paper was cautiously pulled out by Meng Lang.
Unfolding the paper, it was indeed densely packed with 12 sets of account numbers, each followed by a string of characters resembling a private key.
Meng Lang’s breathing became a bit rapid, and his head felt dizzy from the alcohol.
Even though he knew that the mystery box might contain a big prize,
when this paper worth 59 million US dollars was truly before his eyes, he couldn’t help but feel his heart pounding.
The previous 14 million could at most ensure Meng Lang a life free from financial worries.
But the 59 million US dollars before him were like true wings attached to Meng Lang, the little butterfly, ready to stir up enormous waves...
Meng Lang looked over the paper again, confirming there were 12 accounts.
That way, even if one or two accounts or even the site had issues, the loss would be completely bearable, without putting all eggs in one basket.
This fishing rod also looked so plain and unassuming, he feared anyone else might not suspect such an unremarkable rod, looking like a flea market find, could hide such a secret.
This guy was really cautious...
Meng Lang chuckled to himself.
But no matter how careful you are, you can only blame your bad luck when faced with a spoiler from the future.
Oh no, to correct myself, this guy was already quite unlucky. Even if I hadn’t interfered, this rod would’ve eventually ended up in the hands of another lucky person.
I just wonder if that lucky fella would ever discover the secret hidden in the rod?
If not, then the "sunk cost" of this second-hand deal worth 800 would be too great...
Meng Lang hehe’d to himself, unable to wait as he rummaged through the wardrobe for his somewhat heavy, old-fashioned fantasy notebook.
Just as he booted up the computer, his movements suddenly stopped.
He hadn’t used computers much since graduating from university. After all, it’s completely a mobile internet era now, where a smartphone can basically solve everything.
His job didn’t require him to carry a notebook to and from work all day, so it’s been more than half a year since he touched this outdated device he’d gotten in his sophomore year.
After years of wear and tear, not only had this notebook slowed down significantly, but it had also been overrun with all sorts of plugins, and even its virus database hadn’t been updated in a long while.
He was indeed a bit worried that using this device might attract hackers.
Would be a shame if the duck in hand flew away by accident.
After some thought, as the money wasn’t going anywhere and there was no rush in a single evening,
he gently folded the lightweight paper that recorded a huge fortune’s password and then carefully tucked it between the pages of "The Theory of Civil Prosperity."
His gaze involuntarily rested on the photograph on the book page.
The photo featured a somewhat scruffy middle-aged man. He was sitting in a lounge chair, holding a thick book and frowning in deep concentration.
The high-definition photo clearly displayed the book title.
"Computational Biology: Solving Biological Problems with Computer Thinking"
[Computational Biology: A branch of biology that assists in studying biological issues by developing and applying data analysis methods, mathematical modelling, and computer simulation techniques.
The ultimate goal of computational biology is to solve biological problems using computer thought, constructing and describing the biological world with the language of computers and mathematical logic.
It is widely believed to accelerate the development of biomedicine technologies.]
emm...
When I saw this photo today, Meng Lang’s first thought was.
I look like this twenty-two years later? The charm hasn’t diminished, right?
His next thought: This brother has guts!
Never mind how you drew the inspiration to solve biological problems with computer thinking from Bitcoin.
Just with my own ’mathematically insulated’ science foundation, figuring out a computer science Level 2 exam gives me a headache, yet you’ve decided to be a programmer!?
How heroic and self-sacrificing must that be?
From the deep furrows on the brow of the man in the photo, Meng Lang could empathize with that kind of torment and pain.
Meng Lang couldn’t help but sigh.
In this world, isn’t everyone just barely living while knowing they can’t survive, yet still striving to live on...
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