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Chapter 591 - 383: Network Security Investigation?

Chapter 591: Chapter 383: Network Security Investigation?

Northern Country, Victor Biotechnology Research Institute.

"Hey! Zheng! Zheng!"

Hearing someone calling him, Zheng Dalu shifted his gaze from the microscope and looked towards the lab with a puzzled expression.

He saw a big-nosed foreigner knocking on the glass window.

After quite a while, having taken off his lab coat and completed a full disinfection, Zheng Dalu finally walked out of the laboratory.

"What’s the matter? Ivanov, what urgent issue do you have that you need to call me out of the lab? You know, I still have a lot of work to do," Zheng Dalu said in fluent Goose language.

"Zheng! My friend, how can you still be in the mood to experiment in the lab? Do you know you’re about to make a huge splash in the entire medical community?"

"Huh? What?"

"Don’t you ever watch the news? Take a look at this!" The big nose passed his phone over.

[Shock! Earthquake in the medical community! Foundational paper on Alzheimer’s disease faked, pictures all by PS, misleading the world for 16 years?]

[Another stunning academic fraud? Shaking the Alzheimer’s research field!]

["Simufilam" questioned for its efficacy, "Mushu Technology" stock price continues to plummet...]

[Unintended masterpiece? Alzheimer’s Early Prediction Technology punctures a century’s lie?]

Only then did Zheng Dalu show a look of realization.

"It doesn’t seem this news mentions me. How do you know it’s related to me?" he asked with some confusion.

"Of course, those Western media wouldn’t report that it was an Easterner who exposed their scandal.

However, this is no longer a secret in our academic circles. Anyone with a bit of connections can find out, and I am, after all, a deputy director...

My God! If my old friend hadn’t told me, I wouldn’t have known that the guy who stirred up the hornet’s nest was quietly experimenting in my laboratory!"

Ivanov looked at Zheng Dalu with a face full of surprise.

"Zheng! I remember your field of research has always been genetics, and you only started delving into Alzheimer’s disease a few years ago. How did you achieve results so quickly? And you even managed to overturn the entire field?

How on earth did you do it?"

"Cough! You know, scientific research has a lot of randomness..."

Thinking of the confidentiality agreement, Zheng Dalu could only cough dryly.

"Hmm! Our director is quite interested in this kind of ’randomness.’ I remember you said you just left Suzhou University not long ago, right? So Zheng, how about joining our institute?"

Ivanov suddenly laughed softly.

Zheng Dalu was stunned for a moment, then couldn’t help but grin.

"After all this, you’ve come to headhunt?"

"How could it be headhunting? This is called international talent exchange!"

"Well then, sorry, but you know, my kids are still back in Country Hua, and I’ve signed a long-term employment contract with the company, with a sky-high penalty for breach!" Zheng Dalu spread his hands.

Ivanov pointed at Zheng Dalu, smiling.

"I knew it would come to this, so I told our director directly that if he wants to keep you, he might as well offer you his position..."

"Hmm... And what did your director think?"

"You..."

The two looked at each other for a moment and both burst out laughing.

"Zheng! I know you have an Alzheimer’s Early Prediction Technology in your hands. Our Victor Research Institute is very interested in this technology. What do you think, would you consider selling it?"

Ivanov suddenly asked while looking at Zheng Dalu.

At this point, this hot news had already sparked global attention, and among the things also noticed was the seemingly inconspicuous "Alzheimer’s Early Prediction Technology" in the event...

Zheng Dalu looked at the other party and smiled.

"That’s not within my authority, and after all, the company owns the technology.

Of course, Chairman Gao is very open to discussion. I could try to persuade her to provide a licensing agreement."

Selling was of course out of question.

Alzheimer’s disease had a huge user market worldwide.

If this technology were proven effective, then just the annual global health check-up licensing fees alone would be enough for Changqing Biological to make a fortune.

Those wealthy individuals worried about dementia wouldn’t care whether a check-up cost a thousand US dollars or ten thousand.

This is a goose that lays golden eggs; only a fool would sell it.

"Okay, then at least it must be an exclusive technology licensing for the Northern Country!" The big-nosed Ivanov seemed to have expected this, backing off to his next request.

"Er... Ivanov, you know, I’m not in charge of business." Zheng Dalu said helplessly.

"But you’re the inventor, no company would overlook the opinion of the inventor."

Heh, you’re overestimating my role in this...

This task could be given to any professor, and it wouldn’t necessarily be worse than what I did.

My opinion? My opinion is just the same as Chairman Gao’s...

"Well, I’ll try my best..."

Being in someone else’s territory, with the laboratory provided by them, Zheng Dalu could only try to be as tactful as possible.

"Then I’ll be waiting for your good news," she said. "By the way, didn’t you say a couple of days ago that you wanted a batch of live pigs for technical validation?

It just so happens that our institute also has quite a few related research projects, which simply require a joint approval process."

Ivanov clearly understood the principle that if you want the horse to run, you must feed it grass.

"Really?" Zheng Dalu’s face lit up with surprise upon hearing this.

"The progress with the ’African Z Vaccine for Pigs’ technology is pleasing as usual, and we have now entered the final stage of research validation.

But to find live subjects for large-scale experimental validation in a foreign country, the difficulty of approval is not ordinary..."

"Of course, the words I, Ivanov, speak always count!

If it hadn’t been for the cyber security checks we’ve been doing at the institute these past days, keeping us so busy that our feet have barely touched the ground, I would have resolved this for you earlier!"

Ivanov offered an explanation.

"Cyber security checks?" Zheng Dalu asked, puzzled.

"Yes! No idea what got into the heads of those above us, but suddenly they’ve demanded a comprehensive security risk review from all key national research organizations.

Apparently, some research unit suffered a hacker intrusion and it seems they even lost some incredibly important technical documents, and that’s made the higher-ups go ballistic.

It’s like a single incompetence imperilled the whole army!"

"Oh! No wonder I haven’t seen you around these last few days," nodded Zheng Dalu, now understanding.

"Since that’s the case, I’m counting on you for that technical validation approval!"

"Leave it to me!" Ivanov proclaimed, thumping his chest, then added curiously,

"But I still don’t quite understand; since you’ve already made breakthroughs in Alzheimer’s technology, why not continue down that path?

Why go out of your way to research a pig virus that doesn’t even exist in your Country Hua?" Ivanov asked, completely baffled.

"Cough! Just because it doesn’t exist now, doesn’t mean it won’t in the future. Haven’t you noticed that we’re already surrounded by epidemic zones?

In our country, there’s an old saying: ’He who has no foresight will have immediate worries!’"

What else could Zheng Dalu say?

He just had to repeat the same argument that Gao Yuan gave.

"Well, although I still don’t quite get it, we naturally welcome anyone who can join the research on the African Z Virus.

It’s just a pity that, up to now, the progress of this project is not much better than that of the Alzheimer’s research, sigh..."

Hearing the concern in the other person’s voice, Zheng Dalu couldn’t help but ask,

"Is the situation that bad?"

Ivanov nodded gravely.

"Yes, from the beginning of this year to date, over ten regions like Novgorod State, Pskov State, Novgorod State, Rostov State and others have had outbreaks.

A vast number of sick pigs have been culled, bringing a heavy blow to our country’s pig farming industry, with economic losses amounting to tens of billions of rubles.

Recently, the government has allocated one special project fund after another, constantly urging us to quickly develop a feasible control plan.

Unfortunately, this issue has been vexing humanity for nearly a century, and it’s not something that can be resolved just by throwing money at it..."

"It’s that serious..." Zheng Dalu frowned.

Only by being in the Northern Country and seeing various news reports on TV could one truly feel the immense, immediate pressure.

And the Northern Country isn’t even a big pig-farming country.

Country Hua is the biggest pig-farming country in the world, with half of the world’s pigs being in China!

Pork is also an essential part of the diet for the People of Country Hua, a crucial strategic national reserve.

If something like the current crisis in the Northern Country were to sweep across Country Hua, it would be an utter disaster, with immeasurable losses...

Perhaps Chairman Gao was truly taking the long view, preparing for the future on behalf of countless people?

Suddenly, the weight on his shoulders felt incredibly heavy...

"Ivanov, if there’s nothing else, I should get going. I’ve still got several experiments today; I need to make the most of the time," Zheng Dalu said.

"The whole place is in chaos and you still have the mood to do experiments here, go on then!" Ivanov waved him off reluctantly.

Just as he was about to leave, he saw two people approaching.

Ivanov paused for a moment.

Because one of them was their institute director.

The little old man accompanying their director, however, was a stranger.

"Ivanov, good that you’re here too, where’s Professor Zheng?"

Uh... they’re looking for me again?

Zheng Dalu stopped his departure, looking curiously at the newcomers.

"Director, this is Professor Zheng," Ivanov introduced.

"Oh! That’s great, let me introduce, this is..."

Before the director could finish, the somewhat stern-faced little old man had already briskly stepped forward. To Zheng Dalu’s astonishment, he firmly grasped his hand.

"Professor Zheng, it’s finally a pleasure to meet you. I’m the editor-in-chief of Willow Leaf Flying Blade, Hoffman..."