Jeffre is much dilapidated than the capital Amman and has many modern buildings. Restaurants like this are rare. In addition to selling some local food, it also provides various Western food and wine, and the decoration is carefully arranged. It is several steps higher than the surrounding small restaurants.

If the grade is high enough, consumption will naturally rise. Coupled with the problem of food transportation and cooking techniques, the prices here are very expensive, and the rich people who are welcomed in bright clothes.

There is not as much nightlife as Amman here, and the streets are empty at 8 or 9 o'clock. The same is true in the store. After the peak, there were only three of the originally noisy tables left with food.

Two of them are typical dinners, and the guests are already full and chatting without saying a word. The other one is completely empty, and there is no order on the table except for a glass of ice water that has been replenished several times.

The boss doesn't care. His ice water is not cheap anyway, so the man paid ten times the price at one time. As long as he is willing to leave before closing, it's easy to say anything.

But there has never been a shortage of people without eyesight in this world.

Just as the boss opened the account book and was about to finish it, someone got out of the car and walked to the door. After seeing the closing time hanging on the door sign, he did not hesitate and chose to push the door and enter.

"We'll close the door in half an hour." The boss glanced at the person who came, and his face was a little unhappy. "If you want to fill your stomach, there is a small shop next door, and the things are pretty good..."

The other party waved his hand, smiled and said in a slightly English-sounding Arabic, "I'm looking for someone..."

The boss looked at the sparse diners, too lazy to care too much, so he lowered his head to continue to settle the score. Unexpectedly, the man did not rush to leave the counter, but leaned over and smiled and looked at the selected menu on the wall: "By the way, I'll give me a mansaf set meal, and then ask for a glass of ice water."

When the boss heard this, he looked at his East Asian face, patted the business hours handwritten by the menu and said, "I just said that the door was closed at 9:30, you don't understand."

"I know, it's not time yet." The visitor still looked at his watch with a smile, "I'm eating very fast, and I'll finish it in a while."

The boss obviously has a very strong sense of time. He would rather not make money than break the rules. He repeatedly tried to send him away. At the same time, he also brought out a very convincing reason: "The chef just got off work and the kitchen was turned off. Let's go, there are also mansaf sold next door."

"Stop kidding, boss, can theirs be called mansaf?" The other party chuckled, and while talking, his eyes swept across the tables and chairs in the dining area. "Swap the mutton for chicken, the hot sheep cheese is gone, the nuts sprinkled on it are gone, and even the fried vegetables are gone..."

Flattering is applicable everywhere. The key is that some people don’t want to get in. The key is that the posture of the shot is incorrect.

Although these words did not make the boss change the rules, they could make him feel comfortable enough indirectly. As long as he felt comfortable, he would have the capital to continue talking. He first put 30 dinars on the table to act as a money offensive, and then took out a miserable look to seek care: "I didn't even eat lunch, just wait for this meal. If I can't eat, I'm afraid I'll go hungry all night."

It is really miserable, but it also shows the guests' persistence from the side.

This attitude of not compromising for food is actually in the heart of the boss. When he gave up on Amman, the capital, opened a store in his hometown of Jeffre, where he had no customers, and would rather reduce his profits than make the most exquisite and authentic Jordanian food. Isn’t it just to refuse to compromise with the increasingly fast-food catering industry?

"Okay, okay, I'll just say this to you. Today I'll make an exception."

He said it well, and his hands were not idle either. He hugged the 30 dinar, which was three times the original price, in front of him: "Today I will let you taste what the real Jordanian national dish is."

The guest was obviously rich and had no sympathy for the 30 dinars. When he saw the boss going to the kitchen, he walked towards a table behind the restaurant with joy. There was a person who was about to meet him. For this meeting, they had been trying to communicate with each other and had been communicating for a long time.

"Joseph?"

The white man at the table nodded softly, and waited for the person to sit down before asking in a low voice: "Doctor Perot has anything to know, please ask."

"You should know what I came here for. I said it in my email..." Qi Jing looked at the naked desktop and was puzzled, "Have you eaten?"

"Not yet." Joseph shook his head.

"This restaurant is very good. It was originally very popular in Amman. It should be considered the best Jordanian restaurant in Jeffre. If you are not used to it, there are other Western foods to choose from, including wine..."

"Doctor Perot! I'm not here to eat!"

Joseph's eyes swayed back and forth, and Yu Guang kept scanning the window and two other tables of guests in the restaurant, feeling uneasy: "It's so troublesome. All I thought about in my mind all day long, how could I eat when I asked?"

Qi Jing also followed his eyes and did not take his words seriously: "That company should not be as unscrupulous as it is."

"What do you know?!" Joseph was really anxious, "You don't know the interests inside!"

This sentence alone has many things to be interesting about.

As long as Qi Jing doesn't do anything too outrageous, almost no one can stop him, but there is a loophole in this relationship. His "boss": "Is it really related to the senior management of the Mi army?"

"It's no secret that weapons that directly cause destruction are nothing more than destruction of each other," said Joseph. "Although economic sanctions are a good killer weapon, Wall Street is the one that makes the profit in the end. What the United States lacks is something that only it deserves and can be more decisive, do you understand?"

"...I understand." Qi Jing sighed, "They used it sixty years ago."

Joseph obviously knew many hidden stories, and had no doubt about this sentence, and could even follow it: "The technology was poor at that time and the effect was limited. Now it is different. Look at the sars in 2003, and then look at the virus in Jordan this time..."

When he got to this point, he stopped in time, gritted his teeth and couldn't help looking around, for fear of hearing and hearing.

Qi Jing understands what he means.

He also suspected Mi Jun, but after searching deeply for so many years, he realized that they actually didn't know what they had studied.

From the perspective of the military, considering the benefits they have gained from the Age of Discovery and the remaining robber nature, it is reasonable to further study new weapons and trump cards, and it is not difficult to understand.

Biological weapons against humanity need to be severely condemned and criticized, and cannot be combined with the current. But from another perspective, it is now the 21st century. Using this kind of thing in the context of globalization is nothing more than a foolish thing to hurt the enemy by hurting one thousand and one thousand.

At this time, let’s look at the reactions of the two countries when the A H1n1 breaks out. In the face of strong management and mobilization capabilities, as long as you understand the routines of virus transmission, there is room for implementation. Because of the huge differences in systems, Qi Jing can already roughly guess what the world looks like after his death in his previous life.

Compared with the US military, the real profits are those biomedical companies that study viruses.

They cannot turn the world into doomsday. After creating a doomsday crisis in the world, someone needs to come forward to give a solution. This solution that has been prepared in advance has become their confidence to acquire the wealth of the world.

The key point of vaccine is vaccine!

Qi Jing was glad that he opened the biomedical technology company early and had that company, he felt confident.

If it were put a few years ago, the company he had basically achieved his goal of rebirth. But in recent years, he has seen too many people from the United States to South America, to Africa and the Middle East. Even if he had a vaccine, it was just a late countermeasure.

What we really need to do is to curb the source.

In fact, Joseph discovered when he investigated academic misconduct. Although he was less than 30 years old and was just an ordinary laboratory researcher, he worked in laboratories at two famous universities in North Carolina and Duke, and had rich experience.

The reason why he was thrown into Jordan was actually his own difficulties.

"So I'll ask you to come out this time, so you'll give me this answer?" Qi Jing was a little puzzled by his motive.

"I can't give you the first thing you said. I can only give you a laboratory and two names." After that, he took out a note from his arms and handed it to Qi Jing anxiously, "That's all I can say."

Qi Jing thought it would be a breakthrough, but unexpectedly, what he got was the Texas Laboratory he had known before: "I already know these two."

"knew?"

"They have a biomedical laboratory at the Texas Health Research Center, which is at level 4."

Joseph couldn't help but avoid his eyes: "Then I don't know the rest..."

Qi Jing knew that this guy had a lot of things to say, but he was not in a hurry to ask. He still understood the truth that good things were getting worse: "Then let's talk about another thing, I guess that is the main reason why you are willing to come out to see me."

Joseph finally breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, but after he recalled the taste, he couldn't help but look at Qi Jing for a few more times: "How much money can I get after I talk about this?"

"According to internal regulations, the whistleblower can get 5% of the fine." Qi Jing smiled and showed his achievements. "You should know the 10-year North Carolina University case. The whistleblower is a doctoral student in the school. How much did he get fined in the end..."

"45.32 million-meter knife."

"Oh, yes, that's the number." Qi Jing said with a smile, "You have a good memory."

"I haven't been punished yet, it's just a notice!"

"There is basically a real deal if there is an announcement." Qi Jing sighed, and then gave him a reassurance, "And the bonus of more than 2 million yuan was also given, just last week. Obviously the school has accepted the penalty and the money has been in place."

After Joseph knew this, he was indeed much calmer than before, and finally explained the real purpose of this time: "I want to report it to Duke University."

"Well, no problem." Qi Jing nodded, "Who is it?"

"Kant of Duke University, Potts Kant." Joseph's voice was finally a little louder than before, but he was still controlled within a low amount range, but his facial expression became much angry. "This woman is really unscrupulous. If she only looks at academic issues, she would be much more outrageous than Steve!"

"Kant..." Qi Jing had no impression of this name, "Tell me what the situation is."

Potts Kant is an associate professor at Foster's Lung Laboratory. Her mentor is Foster, the founder of the laboratory.

Even at the star-studded Duke University, Potts Kant is one of the stars. Since 2005, in less than seven years, she has published a total of 32 academic papers at Foster Laboratory, including many "authoritative works" published in high-impact factor journals.

"Do you know how exaggerated these papers are?" said Joseph. "I read her article two days ago. The shortest post has been published, and the number of citations has reached 233 times."

Qi Jing nodded and roughly guessed the reason why he was expelled from Duke University: "So you were kicked away?"

Joseph quickly answered the question with silence: "These are no longer important. What I want now is to defeat her, and that disgusting laboratory. Although Professor Foster seems to have no problem, but without this old professor, Kant dares to do this? I don't believe it anyway..."

Qi Jing silently wrote down these two names, but even if there is a fact of academic misconduct, he still has to look at another thing in the end, that is, oil and water. If the matter goes to the laboratory, it will be just a simple academic misconduct incident. The person who committed the incident was himself and his teacher, and the fine was only a small amount.

What we really need to look at is the attitude of the school.

North Carolina and Steve are such subordinate relationships.

The University of North Carolina concealed Steve's academic misconduct and received 9.4 million federal funding from nine research projects with his papers, and indirectly helped other research institutions apply for four additional funds, totaling 1,500 meters of knife.

According to the three-fold fine, the University of North Carolina did fine 45 million. As for the tail of the fine, the 320,000 yuan was a hard work fee for Qi Jing.

"So, I need to have a rough understanding of Duke's attitude." Qi Jing said, "If there is a problem with the attitude, there will naturally be more oil and water."

"There are problems, big problems!!!" said Joseph. "In 2009, I told the Duke University Supervision and Audit Committee about Kant's problems. They also conducted internal investigations, and the process can be said to be smooth sailing. Because this woman's experimental data are all forged, and many of them are not up to par, so it is not difficult to check. But..."

When talking about this, he was obviously much more excited than before. Qi Jing could hear the discomfort of reporting from these words: "Is it the matter left unresolved?"

"Haha, it's not just the end." Joseph sneered twice, "They even fabricated evidence that I had dumped the laboratory research funds and kicked me out of the university. As a 'hush fee' reward for me, I was able to continue my lung disease research. But I didn't expect that I came to Jordan thousands of miles away and the research was such an unlucky thing..."

"I've recorded the matter." Qi Jing accepted all his clues, looked at the mansaf delivered by the boss himself, and said, "Let's eat first, this set meal is still very good."

“That thing about Duke University…”

"Didn't you find me because North Carolina's fine for money?" Qi Jing moved the spoon and put the piece of mutton covered with hot sheep yogurt cheese into his mouth. "Don't worry, I have experience in this kind of thing, and I have some solutions."
Chapter completed!