1855 United States Tycoon

Just when Mrs. Maxwell was panicking, her backbone, Mr. Maxwell, returned.

"My dear, look at who is here," said Mrs. Maxwell.

"Who is it?" Maxwell asked as he handed his purse to his wife, and then coughed violently.

"Are you okay?" Mrs. Maxwell hurriedly put the purse aside, came up to help Maxwell blow his back, and asked.

"It's okay, I'm used to it." Maxwell's cough gradually subsided, and he looked at his concerned wife and tried to comfort her with these words. Then he asked again: "Who is it?"

"You'll know if you go in and take a look." Mrs. Maxwell said.

Maxwell walked into the living room suspiciously, and Scrooge stood up to greet him.

"God, it turned out to be Mr. MacDonald, why are you here?" Maxwell said in surprise, "Ah, I have a new idea, and I want to write to you."

"Mr. Maxwell, I think we'd better talk to another place. To be honest, the smell here makes me unable to perform even four calculations, and I can't think about complicated issues at all. Mr. Maxwell, you have to move. Home. This place is really not a place where people can live. Well, today is Saturday. Or, you and your wife will stay with my brother’s place for a day with me. Let’s study it carefully?"

"This won't bother you too much, will it?"

"What's the matter. Scientific research also needs a better environment." Scrooge said.

"Then bother you." Maxwell said.

"Ah, Mr. MacDonald, this idea of ​​yours is also very interesting. But it is very troublesome to design an experiment to verify it, and it requires a very high-end laboratory." Maxwell said

"Speaking of laboratories. I happen to have a design plan for a laboratory here." Scrooge laughed like an old fox, and at the same time took out his preliminary plan from a drawer and handed it to Maxwell. "Maxwell" Sir, you are an expert, can you help me see what more equipment I need to buy? You know, I don’t lack money, money is not a problem!"

Maxwell took over the design of the laboratory. He thought it might be the design of a chemical laboratory in front of him. Although he doesn't care much about other things except science, he still knows that Mr. Scrooge McDonald is a rich man. But he also knows that although this person is also good in basic sciences, he puts more energy on chemistry and medicine.

However, when he opened the plan, he was stunned by the plan. This is a comprehensive large laboratory plan, covering all aspects of science and engineering. Apart from other things, the list of various equipment that needs to be purchased, which is attached to the back, is as long as dozens of pages. Especially in terms of electromagnetics, the laboratory in this design is absolutely world-class. I am afraid that the entire UK, or even the entire world, will not have a better laboratory than this.

Scrooge leaned back and leaned against the soft back of the chair, enthusiastically admiring the change in Maxwell's face. And Maxwell has completely fallen into this plan, especially when he sees the electromagnetic and optical parts, his saliva is about to flow out.

It took more than two hours before Maxwell put down the plan.

"Mr. MacDonald, how come you have such a plan? It doesn't seem to be a company's laboratory, but a comprehensive university laboratory plan." Maxwell asked suspiciously.

There is a reason for Maxwell's doubts. Some companies do need laboratories, but their laboratories are more used to solve specific problems in production, that is to say, the goal of these laboratories is to point to technology. No company will use its own laboratory to conduct research in basic disciplines that have no direct economic benefit expectations.

"Yes, this is a comprehensive university laboratory." Scrooge replied, "I plan to open a comprehensive university in my hometown. I have never attended a university, so how to run a university well, To be honest, I don’t understand very well. Mr. Maxwell, you are the most outstanding scientist I have ever met. I hope to invite you to work in the entire laboratory. I wonder if you are interested?"

Scrooge looked at Maxwell's eyes very sincerely. Maxwell hesitated. That laboratory was indeed very attractive to him, and some very interesting ideas that Scrooge had put forward before indeed needed such a laboratory to be realized. Besides, there are more opportunities to discuss with Scrooge. However, on the other hand, the scientific level of United States is a big problem. Coupled with the inconvenience of communication, this will also cause many problems for own scientific research. Moreover, although Maxwell knew that Scrooge was a rich man, he didn't know what level Scrooge was a rich man, but he knew that the cost of the laboratory in this project was definitely not a small number, maybe hundreds. Ten thousand pounds. Can the young man in front of me really get so much money?

"It takes a lot of money to complete such a laboratory. Do you really have so much money to invest in this project?" Maxwell said.

It's not very polite to question people's economic strength, but Scrooge doesn't take it seriously. Because he knew that although Maxwell’s brain computing power was outstanding, the task of scientific research occupies at least 90% of the computing power of the brain, which led to his serious lack of computing power when dealing with other types of tasks. . The processing speed is messed up. It's like you are on a computer, while running 3DMAX to render a super large scene, while playing a web game at the same time, it's strange if you don't get stuck half-dead.

"Mr. Maxwell, my current assets are more than six million pounds, and the money is only earned in three to four years. Now my assets are still increasing. And the total investment in this laboratory is not It will be more than one million pounds, and it will be gradually built in five years, so this does not pose too much economic pressure to me.” Scrooge explained patiently.

"Ah, Mr. MacDonald, I discovered for the first time that having a lot of money is really an enviable thing." Maxwell replied, "but the thing you mentioned is a big thing. I want I can only give you an answer after discussing it with Catherine. Oh, can you tell me about the university you plan to build?"

"Of course, extremely happy." Scrooge said.

The conversation between Scrooge and Maxwell continued for a long time, until dinner time, the two ended the conversation.

After dinner, Maxwell also wanted to continue talking with Scrooge to discuss the problem of Roche's geometry. He was very interested in the hyperbolic surface Scrooge mentioned earlier. However, Scrooge didn't want to continue this topic-in order to make people worry about it. So he made an excuse to talk to the own brothers about some business matters, so he let the Maxwells go to rest first."James, today Mr. Macdonald told me a terrible thing." Maxwell's wife said to him in Carol's luxurious guest room.

"What's the matter, dear, you seem to have a bad face." Maxwell replied.

"Mr. MacDonald told me about the factory near us." Mrs. Maxwell paused, as if she had to accumulate courage to tell the terrible content behind.

"What's wrong, Catherine?" Maxwell stepped forward and took his wife's hand, seeming to want to give his wife courage in this way.

"James, that factory produces sulfa and other drugs. It uses Mr. McDonald's patent. So Mr. McDonald is very clear about the entire production process. She told me that when these things were produced, they were produced. Both waste water and exhaust gas are toxic. So in United States, his factories are built in the suburbs, and they are all downwind of the city."

"Poisonous, is it serious?" Maxwell asked.

"According to Mr. MacDonald, he has done related experiments with mice. Life's mice in the waste gas environment of the pharmaceutical factory have infertility, miscarriage, and cancer are dozens of times higher than the control mice. Thousands of times! The average body weight is only two-thirds of the control group, and the life span is only about one-half of the control group. In addition, Mr. MacDonald also passed a maze experiment to prove that Life is in an exhaust environment The guinea pig’s intelligence has also dropped drastically, which is terrible." Mrs. Maxwell’s voice was trembling.

"Length of intelligence? How did he do this experiment? Did he tell you in detail?" Maxwell was also a little nervous.

Mrs. Maxwell also has a very high academic foundation. Although chemistry and biology are not her strong points, it is not a problem to describe this experiment: "Mr. MacDonald’s experiment is like this. He divided the mice into two groups and prepared them for them. In the same maze, put a piece of cheese in the center of the maze, and then observe the probability of each group of mice to find the cheese and how much time it takes. As a result, the probability that the mice in Life can find food in the exhaust environment is compared with the control The difference in the probability of the group was quickly opened with the ascending of the complexity of the maze. Later, there was a 65 percent chance that the control group could find the cheese within half an hour, and those Life was in the exhaust environment. None of the mice in the middle group can only achieve the goal within two hours. Then Mr. MacDonald put the mice in the control group into the exhaust environment for a period of time, and performed the same test on them again. As a result, their performance has dropped significantly compared to the original. The longer the life in the exhaust environment, the more obvious this decline. And after leaving the exhaust environment, the performance of these mice did not improve. Therefore, Mr. MacDonald believes that this experiment shows that exhaust gas has great damage to intelligence, and this damage is irreversible..."

"This..." Maxwell's face also turned pale.

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