My biological black technology

November 3, 10 a.m., Shonan University.

Today is an extremely important day for the entire Shonan University.

The projectors in all classrooms were turned on, and all teachers and students were watching the same scene.

In the picture, it is the awarding site of China's annual highest science and technology award. The venue is solemn and grand, the symphony is playing in real time, Cheng Xiang is dressed in formal clothes, walking on the red carpet, walking towards the high platform where the awards are presented.

"Let us warmly welcome the winner of the highest science and technology award in 2037, Scholar Cheng Xiang!"

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"The senior is so handsome!" Chen Yan exclaimed in the office, "The senior is so awesome. In previous years, the average age of those who won the highest award in the field of science and technology was over sixty years old."

"It's really awesome."

Shen Kangwen, Tang Zhengming and others were all sitting in the conference hall at this time. What was playing in the conference hall was also the scene where Cheng Xiang received the award.

"I didn't expect that he could reach this point so quickly."

"Haha, who would have thought of it. You can't think of it, and neither can I. This kid is so fast." Tang Zhengming sighed with emotion.

"It's too fast. Now the clinical trial of targeted autologous organ transplantation is going very smoothly. I'm not so worried about this guy's body. I really don't know how far this guy can take us in the future." Shen Kangwen sighed.

"Dean, I'm looking forward to it too."

At the same time, the Galaxy Research Institute.

After receiving the notice from the logistics department, all the research members in the institute stopped their own work for the day. At this time, they all gathered in front of the TV, or watched the award ceremony through computers or mobile phones.

"Cheng won the highest science and technology award."

"Well deserved!"

"That's right, well deserved."

On the other side, there is a large single-family villa somewhere in Star City.

A dozen beautiful middle-aged women gathered in the room and watched the 120-inch large TV in the living room.

Wu Xiuyun was sitting in the middle of the crowd. Not to mention how happy she was at this moment, her smiling eyes were full of pride, "Look, look, my son."

"My son is so handsome. He is so tall and has such a figure. He is indeed the meat that fell off my body." Wu Xiuyun was very proud.

When everyone heard this, they all praised him.

"Of course, he's handsome, very handsome."

"Sister Yun's genes are so good. Everyone, look at Sister Yun's appearance and dress. When she walks on the street and says she is twenty-five or six, absolutely no one will object. Last time I went shopping with Sister Yun, there was no trace of laughter along the way. The young man just stared at Sister Yun."

"Boys look like mothers. Cheng Xiang is handsome. Needless to say, that is a must. When Sister Yun and I first met, Cheng Xiang was still young. At that time, I knew that this kid Cheng Xiang would definitely have great future."

"Yes, I noticed it back then." A beautiful woman next to her interjected, "At that time, Xiangzi was different from other children. My girl was still playing with Barbie dolls, and Xiangzi was catching her. Sister Yun kept asking why."

"Time flies so fast. My girl and Xiangzi also grew up together. When we were young, we had a very good relationship. This year, my girl graduated from Beijing University of the Arts. Sister Yun, my girl is very good at dancing. .”

"Last time I saw it, I was envious of that figure. This girl asks Xiangzi brother every week if he has a holiday and wants to find time to play together."

There were more than a dozen women talking to each other, but Cheng Xiang's father had already gone to the study upstairs to take a break due to a headache. Only Wu Xiuyun was among the crowd, enjoying herself endlessly.

Even though Cheng Qian was hiding upstairs, the noise downstairs still kept ringing in his ears, and his eyebrows kept twitching, "Why don't I remember that Xiangzi had so many children when he was a child..."

On the same day, the news that Cheng Xiang won the 2037 Highest Science and Technology Award spread all over the world. This was not over yet. The next day, news came out that Cheng Xiang had been co-opted as an academician of the Academy of Sciences and the Academy of Engineering.

For a twenty-five-year-old young man to receive such an honor, it can be said that he has completely reached the top of the industry.

I don’t know who broke the news. On the Internet, Cheng Xiang’s personal quotes have become a current trend.

"Dry skin? Don't worry, I have time to make you a worry-free facial mask for staying up late!"

"Have hemorrhoids? Don't worry, when I'm free, I'll make you a genetically modified bug and eat your hemorrhoids."

"Are you constipated upstairs? Don't worry, wait until I'm free..."

Wait until I have time.

The protagonist of this incident is currently standing in an important conference hall. Sitting in the conference hall are top talents from various major industries, which can be said to be the national think tank team.

It is urgent to come to the capital to receive the award.

However, when Cheng Xiang stopped by, he had a more important matter to attend to.

The night he arrived in the capital, he submitted a big plan that he had been putting together for a long time.

The plug-in genetic framework has been successfully built, and autologous organ cultivation is just the simplest application, far from unleashing the true power of the plug-in genetic framework.

It is precisely because of the report he submitted that today's plenary meeting took place.

Cheng Xiang was standing on the podium in the conference hall and talking.

What was being played on the projector was the scene of the assembly of the autologous organ cultivator. As everyone was stunned, they saw the entire process of meta-cells from their initial appearance to becoming autologous organ-directed cultivation products.

"Biotechnology can actually achieve this level?"

"Such a production method is unheard of."

Surprised, incredible, unbelievable, biology majors will be shocked, not to mention this group of people who are mostly non-biology majors.

The picture continued to change, and the organ production process that followed made everyone in the conference hall almost bulge their eyes.

Clinical trials of targeted transplantation of human autologous organs have been ongoing for several months, but today is the first time for most of them to see the entire process of autologous organ cultivation.

"This is too fast."

"I remember that in foreign countries, cultured organs were transplanted on the human epidermis, and then transplanted to the site to be transplanted when they grew up. Just the waiting process for delivery can take anywhere from several months to a year."

"The average cultivation time of this autologous organ-directed cultivation is too fast! The average is half an hour, which is unbelievable." In the conference hall, an old man said with emotion.

"Old He, what's your opinion on the proposal put forward by Academician Cheng the day before yesterday?"

"Of course I vote in favor. Science and technology are the primary productive forces. Such technology must be strongly supported. I can be sure that the main purpose of convening this meeting above is not to ask for our consent. More importantly, it should be to ask for our consent." From all angles we, the people, will discover the problems and gains that may be encountered when this technology is fully promoted."

"The superiors should refer to these opinions to finally determine the level of support." Lao He has experienced many things and sees the problem very thoroughly.

"You are right, Lao He. The comprehensive promotion of such a technology is indeed a big event. In the past year, Academician Cheng has turned the pharmaceutical industry upside down. I thought that if not all, it would be almost to the limit. Who would have thought , now it seems that all that is just the beginning.”

"Perhaps, this is the beginning of the fourth technological revolution!" Lao He said solemnly, and the interlocutor on the side also tightened his breath when he heard this, and subconsciously murmured, "The fourth technological revolution."

A few simple words, but extremely heavy, as if a historical curtain was slowly opening before their eyes, and they were the witnesses of this scene.

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