Everyone hurriedly finished their breakfast and rushed to the lab.
Zhang Hui, the head of the project, was sporting dark circles under his eyes, too excited to have gotten much sleep the previous night: "Good morning, everyone."
"Don't just focus on peaches and rice, and those weeds and trees—they have mutated too and are worth researching... Let's do this, we'll divide the research topics and arrange personnel accordingly."
"Who wants to study that big peach tree?"
Almost everyone raised their hands.
"How about the rice?"
About half of the people raised their hands.
Zhang Hui smiled secretly to himself, who wouldn't want to research the projects most likely to yield results?
Well, actually, he wanted to study the peaches too: "Ahem, everyone, there is no Nobel Prize anymore."
"All our research achievements belong to Yunhai City, to the collective."
"So, I guess I have to be the bad guy and directly assign the researchers."