6kv Chapter 477 - 268: The Spark of Your Mind Is the Human Race’s Most Precious Fire
Chapter 477 - 268: The Spark of Your Mind Is the Human Race’s Most Precious Fire
The bottom right corner of the computer screen indicated a network disconnection.
Mo Lanyou’s phone next to it had its signal cut off.
Professor Fang paused for a moment, looking at the automatically closed iron door of the lab, glancing at the notification box on the computer desktop, and noticing the signature at the bottom of the notification box...
[Human Race Secret Brain Office]
Qu Hailou, Mo Lanyou, and Professor Fang exchanged glances.
"Secret Brain Office?"
...
Inside the experimental building at the North Suburb Base, Secretary Zhang hurriedly carried a briefcase, rushing to Professor Fang’s office, bypassing the greetings from several doctoral students. He crouched down, pulled out Professor Fang’s computer, dismantled the hard disk, connected it to the hard disk management tool in his briefcase, and completely destroyed a segment of code that had just been sent via email.
...
Swish...
The car stopped in front of the Immortal Grass Building.
Chen Wenquan, with a serious expression, stepped out of the car and briskly walked into the Immortal Grass Building carrying a briefcase.
He met Professor Zhang head-on in the hallway.
"Hey? Old Chen? Why are you in such a hurry?"
Chen Wenquan responded naturally, "Haha, it’s nothing, you take care of what you’re doing! Don’t mind me!"
The Secret Brain Office had just specially instructed that this matter must be kept confidential from Professor Zhang!
Professor Zhang instantly understood; many matters in the Committee had to be kept hidden from the Qing Lu Ancient Immortal in his mind. He understood this very well. He then smiled and brushed past Chen Wenquan.
...
In the laboratory, a group of students joyfully discussed documentation issues with Bai Mo.
"These column chromatography conditions..."
Bang!
The laboratory door opened, and Chen Wenquan walked in.
He closed the door, locked it, scanned the room, saw it was filled with Immortal Grass Experimental Class students, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Catching sight of Huang Sitong, he grimaced slightly... involving outside classes complicated things significantly!
He sighed.
"Students, please go and sit on the right side of the laboratory; I need to discuss something with Bai Mo urgently, my apologies."
The students’ expressions varied oddly, but they cooperated and crowded to the right side of the laboratory.
Leaving the left side to Old Chen and Bai Mo.
Bai Mo frowned and saw Chen Wenquan approaching, pulling out his phone and handing it over.
On the phone screen, there was a chat window.
The other party’s nickname was [Secret Brain Office]
The message was brief and direct.
[Good morning, Expert Bai Mo]
[First, thank you for your contributions to the Human Race]
[We want to know, what is the limit of that algorithm? How many types of molecular structures can it fit simultaneously? What is the success rate?]
Bai Mo suddenly understood, seeing the automatically closed fitting software on the computer screen, the network cutoff indication on the computer’s bottom right corner, the students ushered to one side of the lab, and the locked door... all this commotion was for that segment of code? That algorithm?
Is it really that important?
Well, perhaps... it truly is quite important.
Bai Mo pondered for a moment and typed into the dialog box.
[Six types or fewer, most likely]
[As long as computational power is strong enough and image input is ample, it can basically succeed]
With the performance of this algorithm, it can at most analyze the Sequence Nine Immortal Grass. It can’t even handle the more complex ones inside Sequence Nine, hence Bai Mo instinctively didn’t regard it too highly.
But seeing the Secret Brain Office’s response now, after some consideration... even if it can only analyze Sequence Nine Immortal Grass, the significance of this algorithm to the Human Race might be much larger than Bai Mo instinctively realized!
The Human Race has planted a large amount of Sequence Nine Immortal Grass.
The Human Race has a robust industrial system.
These two were initially difficult to connect, as current technology couldn’t support the industrialized development of the Immortal Grass... but after this algorithm successfully analyzed the Immortal Grass, things changed.
The dialog box did not respond, as if the other side was conducting meticulous considerations, evaluations, and deliberations.
Chen Wenquan squatted by the computer desk, opened his briefcase, pulled out the hard disk, and used the hard disk processing tool to deal with the hard disk that had just stored the code.
The students on the other side of the laboratory all had odd expressions, looking at Bai Mo but not daring to speak loudly.
The fox disciple hummed like a fox, standing on the master’s shoulder, eyes focused on the phone together, the fox’s face serious... though it didn’t understand why it had to be serious, foxes are cunning; they read the atmosphere best!
After a long time, a response finally appeared in the dialog box.
[We understand]
[Your work is profoundly significant]
[Another vital link in connecting Immortal Grass with the Human Race’s industrial system has been completed]
[For your protection, we will try to conceal your glory, hope you understand]
[Wishing you a pleasant life and successful work]
[Your sparkling thoughts are the most precious spark of the Human Race]
The dialog box closed.
Chen Wenquan had finished processing the hard disk, looked up at Bai Mo.
"Have you finished talking?"
Bai Mo nodded.
Chen Wenquan stood up, looking at the students.
"What happened this morning, I can’t tell how significant it is.
"Probably none of you realized its significance.
"Speaking more or less is strange; in a word, I hope you all... keep it confidential! Try to keep it confidential for a bit longer!"
The students paused for a moment, then nodded one after another.
Yang Zhan vaguely sensed something, relieved that the Ancient Immortal in his dreams didn’t pay attention to his side.
Huang Sitong thought of the two Ancient Immortals in his mind, weighing for a long while, understood the key points.
"This Bai Mo... Fortunately, this guy is in West State, protected by the West State Boss.
"Otherwise, he might become a target for mad assassinations."
...
If there was a large room.
There were doors but no windows, airtight, lavishly decorated, gloriously magnificent.
Four large fat men, sitting on four large sofas in a circle, puffing on four cigars, blowing smoke clouds.
Only the occasional smacking sound and sigh hinted at threads of depression within the cigar smoke rings.
Sitting in the east was Boss Dai, frowning.
"No results yet?"
Sitting in the south, Boss Lu exhaled a smoke ring.
"The Ancient Immortals are pressuring me again, asking if I can get it done?
"And it’s not just one Ancient Immortal, ten machines for ten Ancient Immortals.
"Ten Ancient Immortals all want me to help with separation and purification."
Sitting in the west, Boss Tong twiddled his cigar.
"The difficulty of this task is too high, that damn Immortal Grass is not from the Human World.
"It’s not just a matter of time; existing technology is actually insufficient.
"Can’t even figure out the separation.
"Boss Cheng, what did the group of scientists you found say?"
Sitting in the north, Boss Cheng sighed upwards.
"A bunch of useless people, can’t get it done.
"Speaking of it, it’s disgusting.
"We’ve thrown a lot of money into it, but could only find second-rate scientists.
"The Immortal Committee already noticed, investigating everywhere, guarding everywhere, luckily my people threw money well enough and cleverly enough not to get caught."
The office fell silent, smoke drifted like dreary clouds.
Each of them had been a successful business shark in the sea for many years, understanding human nature, the industry, society, the world.
"Finding first-rate scientists" is a phrase they were too lazy to even mention.
People who have become first-rate scientists usually have some quirks in their brains.
Those folks are neither lacking money nor driven by money; mere money can’t move them.
If they really brought money to find them, the matter surely wouldn’t work, and they would be caught by the Immortal Committee, uncovered through follow-up investigation, and ultimately get discovered!
Poor and pretentious, they hold on to the eternal publication!
Not even a fortune can break a sage’s words!
Moreover, in this era, scientists are no longer impoverished!
Boss Lu suddenly said.
"There’s a young scientist in West State named Bai Mo.
"Could we find a way to tempt someone like him with some girl or something..."
Boss Dai firmly said.
"No!
"I also looked into this person.
"But, as you know, I have limited knowledge, doing business through intuition, crawling step by step to survive till today.
"My intuition is naturally accurate, helping me to earn a fortune and avoid many difficulties along the way.
"That Bai Mo... he seems indeed very young.
"But if you suggest approaching him, as soon as I think about it, my intuition feels off, very off!
"I don’t want any connection with him, not even a hint!
"I just feel that as long as I touch him a little bit! A little bit! A little bit... I’ll die miserably."
The other three bosses were taken aback, promptly fell silent, no longer mentioning this, lowered their heads and continued puffing their dreary smoke, exhaling more somber clouds.
They regularly doubt financial statements, question markets, distrust hearts... but they never doubt Boss Dai’s intuition which they firmly believe without questioning.