329: Chapter 326 Everyone Must Be Honest

"I—I understand! I will communicate with the team in advance; I definitely won't cause trouble for the research."

As he spoke, the communication on the other end had already been disconnected.

Seeing this, Old Michael couldn't help but sigh.

As the primary person in charge, he knew very well that although the company had always been named Genentech...

In reality, following the official launch of the gene project, progress over the years could only be described as sluggish.

Because as the research deepened, they felt more and more that the gene project was a massive pit.

After all, the complexity of the human body was by no means comparable to a machine or some software program.

Any slight change in gene modification would, at best, cause minor side effects, and at worst, trigger various latent diseases.

In fact, there were many such examples in reality.

Among them, mixed-race genetics were the biggest pitfall.

It was true that the US was the country that most heavily promoted the theory of mixed-race superiority, once boasting that newborns born of mixed race were the most excellent.

In the early days of promotion, they even utilized governmental power to publicize successful examples.

But most people didn't know that the probability of mixed-race children developing mental health disorders was 34%.

For instance, regarding the average IQ levels of different races, Asians averaged 105, Caucasians 100, and those of African descent 70.

The IQ and intelligence levels of the vast majority of mixed-race individuals were generally lower than those of non-mixed individuals.

Their appearance was also generally lower than that of non-mixed individuals.

For example, if two people from different races were actually very beautiful, the baby they produced would have a high probability of being less attractive than the parents, a small probability of being at the same level, and an extremely low probability of being more attractive than both parents.

When matched with those of African descent, the probability of such an excellent appearance decreased even further, and they were 100% guaranteed to inherit the body odor gene.

Simply put, mixed-race genetics had a high probability of resulting in inferior genes or even defective genes, a small probability of normal genes, and an extremely low probability of producing Genius genes.

This rhetoric had been heavily promoted in the US since the last century. Why?

Others might not know, but as a member of the high-IQ demographic, how could Old Michael not know?

Because the US itself was a nation where mixed-race populations were rampant; they had to establish rhetoric regarding the excellence of their own demographic.

After all, as early as back then, they had begun all sorts of boasting about the superiority of their institutional environment.

This was almost identical to the face shown by certain capitalists in the US.

For example, the claim that if you wanted to eat healthily in the morning, you should eat oats—this statement was actually a fake article originally commissioned by a US oat manufacturer, who hired scholars to coordinate with the news.

Some scholars in Xia Country went abroad to dig up data, failed to see the source, thought it sounded good, and started copying it as if it were an academic paper.

Finally, when domestic oat manufacturers saw it, they realized it was a business opportunity and immediately followed suit, spending a fortune on aggressive marketing.

In reality, was it healthy?

It was both healthy and unhealthy; some processed versions with added sugar were unhealthy. However, in the early days, some unscrupulous merchants added sugar like crazy to improve the taste for sales.

In fact, if you want a healthy breakfast, why limit yourself strictly to pure oats?

Returning to the main topic.

In reality, the gene products of Genentech were currently all products with massive defects.

The fitness products sold externally did indeed have some effect, equivalent to those high-tech fitness products.

However, the side effects of those high-tech fitness products were hair loss, impotence, feminization, and excessive burden on the kidneys.

The side effects of Genentech's products were... if taken daily according to their requirements, after three years, it would merely produce mild fatigue, discomfort, and loss of appetite.

After five years: moderate dizziness, fatigue, nausea, vomiting, and a drop in white blood cell count.

After ten years: vomiting, diarrhea, shock, and a sharp decline in white blood cell count.

To put it bluntly, it was not much different from suffering from radiation sickness due to nuclear contamination.

Simply put, as long as high-tech fitness was used appropriately, even after ten years, one would only become a muscular sissy.

But with Genentech, one would become a muscular corpse, becoming zombie meat sent into the incinerator.

Regarding this, Old Michael, as a member of the semi-upper management, knew very well that those at the top were currently very anxious.

Because the company's current products were used for emergencies; the capitalists and congressmen had simply invested too much. With so many people watching now, if Genentech didn't show some results, it was feared that in an instant, those crazy capitalists would kill off the upper management like them.

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On the other side, Mr. Will, who had just hung up the communication, glanced at Merk opposite him. With a calm expression, he casually lit a cigar, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said faintly:

"You should know your duties next, right?"

"Of course. This Li has shown himself to be very formidable! However, I will strengthen the armed personnel and double the security staff recently. But if possible, I want to use anesthetics."

Speaking of this, Merk chuckled and said, "Hehe, even if an ancient Dragon appeared, I could anesthetize it with a single shot!"

Indeed, Genentech might be a bit lacking in other areas, but their research into the human body and living organisms was indeed sophisticated.

"Anesthetics can be used, but the dosage must be well-controlled. Remember, don't let Li suspect anything beforehand. In terms of human research, the researchers are more professional than we are."

"They said that high-end research Materials must maintain the most primitive feel. Anesthetics can cause neurological decay, you know."

Will spoke with a serious expression, looking at Merk with an obviously earnest attitude.

"Of course. Last time, in order to remove a bullet, I almost had a paralyzed leg. Don't worry, I know how to deal with test subjects. Hasn't it always been this way?"

"With just a gentle touch, they will soon become freshly produced research specimens."

As he spoke, Merk casually picked up one of Will's cigars from the table nearby and reached out to take the lighter.

"Merk, this lighter was a gift from my wife." Will pressed down on the lighter, his expression stern.

"Hey, hey! Don't be nervous, Boss Will!"

Merk waved his hands repeatedly, though in his heart, he felt a wave of disdain.

Boss Will's lying was getting more and more composed. Didn't your wife overdose on drugs with a male model last year and die? And I haven't even seen this lighter in the past few days, have I?

"Good, I trust you to handle things. But are you sure you don't want to watch Li's test video? To be able to surprise those professionals so much, he's probably a bit difficult to deal with."

"He once defeated top-ranked experts like Odoba in an arena battle!"

Will narrowed his eyes, a flicker of worry flashing across his face.

"Don't worry!" Merk lit the cigarette for himself and exhaled a puff of smoke. With a smiling expression, he said calmly, "There's an old saying in their Xia Country: on our turf, even a Dragon must coil up, and a tiger must lie low. Mr. Will, you don't really think he's a superhero, do you?"

"Hehe, even if it were the Captain, I'd make him hand over his shield for research. Even if it were Spider-Man, I'd extract his little spiders!"

As he spoke, Merk couldn't help but burst into loud laughter. Hearing this, Will was also amused and began to chuckle lightly.

For a moment, the laughter of the two men echoed in the office, making the security guard outside the door feel suspicious. Have the two bosses taken too many drugs?