447 Out of the World!

Qin Ran had summarized the underground reactor report.

Having been there for so many years, nothing had been discovered about the underground reactor despite the countless investigations done by research teams at home and abroad.

The founder of the reactor had indeed left research results, but they were just a bunch of code-like words.

After so many years, Fang Zhenbo and the others had invited historians to guess these clueless symbol codes, but nothing ever surfaced.

The reactor consumed energy once it was turned on, so not many people could apply for it.

Most people only went in to gain insights and few wrote any useful experimental reports.

Especially in recent years.

They still had no idea whether the metal could control the reaction energy impact.

After reading it, he put the report away and pushed his glasses.

He untied his protective suit with one hand and said to Brother Ye, “Scholar Lu and I are going to the Research Institute for an emergency meeting. You and Little Junior should make preparations, we might ask you to come over anytime.”

Upon hearing this, Brother Ye stared at him, in a daze. “To the Research Institute?”

“For the new research direction of the reactor.” Scholar Lu wasn’t as strict and traditional as Scholar Liao. He reached out to pat Brother Ye’s shoulder. “The research direction of the reactor was written by you and the Little Junior, right? After we discuss it, if it’s feasible, your assessment at the end of the year could possibly reach the fourth-level of the Research Institute…”

He went out with Scholar Liao in a hurry, having a heated discussion on the way.

Qin Ran had been doing micro experiments in the second area of the laboratory.

In the outermost layer separated by glass, Brother Ye almost suspected that he had heard wrongly.

Researchers in the Research Institute were all graded, but there was a standard evaluation at the end of each year. Only those who met the evaluation standards could be rated as researchers.

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However, the Research Institute had too many people. Although the fourth-level was the minimum standard, many people had to work hard for ten years to reach it.

But judging by their reactions, she realized that it seemed useful to them.

Brother Ye didn’t make a sound for a long while.

He stared at her, at a loss for words.

“Bam—”

Not far away, at Zuo Qiurong’s table, the cup in her hand fell to the ground. She pursed her lips and squatted down to pick it up, unable to lift her head.

At lunchtime.

Nobody called Qin Ran and Brother Ye to go to the Research Institute.

It seemed like Brother Ye wasn’t rated as a fourth-level researcher.