Although Owen Rothschild did not understand medical treatment and Wu Mian repeatedly refused, he finally insisted on going down the mountain with Wu Mian.


    Taoist Lin looked at the long motorcade winding all the way, and the lights were like gemstones dotted in the night.


    Taoist Lin was not in the mood to inquire about the identity and status of a foreigner named Aowen. Just seeing the security forces sent by the National Security Bureau can be seen. There is no need to think about it at all.


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    "Wu, I think you should devote all your energy to new research fields." Ao Wen sat in the car, holding a red wine cup in his hand and held it up to Wu Mian. "There have been breakthroughs in each field and thousands of people have benefited, which is much better than your treatment one by one."


    "Ao Wen, I also want to do this, but I''m sorry." Wu Mian smiled and didn''t go on.


    "How about coming to my lab? To keep you safe." Owen Rothschild asked faintly, looking careless, just casually.


    "Your eyes have betrayed you, Owen," said Wu Mian. "The devil''s greed will devour your heart."


    "Wu, you are too stubborn." Owen smiled. "Five years, I promise you will get the Nobel Prize within five years."


    "I''ve never been interested in the Nobel Prize," Wu Mian said. "I''m a doctor. My job is to treat patients and save people."


    "Then again, breakthroughs in cutting-edge fields will save more people. You know, you must know."


    "This kind of research will also make capitalists gain more, isn''t it?" Wu Mian said. "I have studied economics for some time, and in the end it is a dead knot. No matter whose experience theory is, it is the same in the end. Therefore, Aowen, it is the class represented by you that engulfs the world."


    Owen Rothschild shrugged his shoulders.


    "Our country has a science writer named Liu Cixin, and we call him big Liu." Wu Mian said softly, unwilling to disagree too much with Aowen. "He wrote an absurd science fiction called supporting mankind."


    "I''ve read his three bodies, a great novel. But I don''t think it''s science fiction, it''s a fable," Owen said.


    "Almost, my girl likes it," said Wu Mian. "The book I said mentioned mentioned that the gap between the rich and the poor is seriously divided, leaving only one final producer, and others are poor."


    "Wu, join my team. Our goal is to become the final producer." Owen Rothschild smiled gracefully. "Isn''t it? This is the ultimate ideal."


    "Yes, you''ve been working hard for it." Wu Mian leaned back on the seat and tapped the armrest with his fingers. The wooden armrest made a dull low noise.


    "Due to the increasingly expensive cost of higher education, going to college has gradually become the privilege of elite children, but this is still limited. Musk''s company''s research on man-machine interface is a future stage in Liu''s novels."


    "It is an intelligence amplifier, which can raise people''s thinking to a new level. At this time, knowledge, intelligence, profound thought, even perfect psychology and character, artistic aesthetic ability and so on have become commodities and can be bought - the era of super education has come."


    "At that time, you will monopolize everything, instead of trying hard to advocate quality education and happy education. Your young people eat ''smart medicine'' and study hard all night in Ivy League university; ordinary people''s children eat another medicine and revel all day."


    "Hahaha," said Owen Rothschild with a smile, "Wu, even if I become the final producer, you are also my friend."


    "It looks like this now, but who knows the future?" Wu Mian looked into Ao Wen''s eyes and said with a smile. "In essence, live in the present. I can save people, why not do so? Should we try to study the way to transfer you and your offspring to become the terminator and let their offspring die?"


    "You are too pessimistic."


    "This is true, Owen, my friend," said Wu Mian. "But even if there is a final producer, it will take at least 50 to 100 years."


    "I have a very professional judgment on what you said. It will take at least 200 years. I will try to live until that time and see that the whole world belongs to me." Owen Rothschild said gracefully and calmly.


    "If you don''t die."


    "Death? What does the word mean?" Owen asked.


    "You know I had a quarrel with my teacher," said Wu Mian.


    "Yes. Dr. Anthony is a good man. You shouldn''t quarrel with him."


    "Owen, you are killing yourself." Wu Mian smiled. "I will never tell you the specific reason, but I can say for sure that everything in Maryland is killing yourself."


    "..." Ao Wen raised the red wine glass in his hand, smiled and sipped the red wine.


    "It''s still red wine. I can''t get used to your baijiu."


    "Owen, that''s Moutai, flying Moutai, our best Baijiu," Wu Mian said. "It''s for the hospitality of our distinguished guests."


    "I know," said Owen. "You are so stubborn, Wu. I really suggest you go back with me. No matter what you need, I can get it for you at the first time. All kinds of equipment, consumables, funds and cutting-edge research results."


    "Owen, I''ll give you a suggestion too." Wu Mian sat up, straightened his waist and said, "stay with me. This is your friend''s advice to you."


    Owen Rothschild looked at Wu Mian in surprise and didn''t understand what he was talking about.


    In the face of differences, Wu Mian didn''t want to explain more, and AO Wen didn''t want to ask.


    The car finally calmed down. Ao Wen took out a red wine glass and was about to pour the wine. Wu Mian said, "I want to see the patient and don''t drink."


    "Puritan life is very boring," Owen said.


    "No one doesn''t like to enjoy it. Unfortunately, there is no chance."


    "You''re too self disciplined, Wu." Owen smiled. "Speaking of the author, I suspect he monitored my life and made the right prediction. You know, my first business was women''s sanitary products."


    "Prophecy, do you expect the future, even the air is yours?" Wu Mian asked.


    "Of course, who doesn''t think so?" said Owen. "Wu, are you interested in man-machine interface? Maybe you can devote yourself to studying it. In that case, you will become the first super wise man."


    "I''m not interested. I''m a doctor. All I can do is cure the sick and save people." Wu Mian refused Owen''s invitation, or -- temptation, without thinking about it.


    Owen shrugged his shoulders, looked out of the window at the dim lights and thought about something.