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David. Jones's voice brought Qin Lang back to reality from the spiritual world. He took a quick look around them, and now they were standing in front of what looked like an auditorium, and in front of him were two white men who were rapidly smiling.

"Mr. Qin?" One of them asked.

"Yes."

So he stretched out his right hand. "Edward. Hart, Editor-in-Chief, Journal of the American Chemical Society. ”

"Fortunately." Qin Lang was a little surprised—when he was studying in Florida, "Edward. "Hart" is a name that has been mentioned many times. He is not only the editor-in-chief of the Journal of the American Chemical Society, but also a professor at Lafayit University, and a long-time professional journal publisher of chemistry. In fact, if it weren't for his contribution to his publishing house to print the Proceedings of the American Chemical Society, this important journal would have ceased publication long ago.

He is an important figure in the history of chemistry in the United States.

The same goes for the man standing beside him. "Charles. L. Parsons. Associate Editor-in-Chief of American Chemical Research Review. ”

An associate editor-in-chief. But Qin Lang also couldn't despise him. Charles. L. Parsons was not only an associate editor of the American Chemical Research Review, but also a trustee of the American Chemical Society, and later became president of the Chemical Society, a position he held for thirty-eight years. Of course, he is also the chief scientist of the National Bureau of Mines.

In the field of scientific research in the United States, he is a big figure on a par with Morgan and Rockefeller, and if he can be - and Hart - to greet him personally, if it were replaced by someone else, such as an ordinary chemist of the same age as Qin Lang, I am afraid that he would be very afraid to say words like "I am very honored".

Of course, Qin Lang wouldn't say that. He was also a big man, and although he couldn't compare with any big man he had ever seen, he always bound himself to the norms of a big man, and a big man would not be afraid; Big shots only make others feel terrified. Of course, he wasn't a man of all eyes, and gentlemen like Parsons and Hart were not to be taken lightly. Therefore, he shook hands with them politely, greeted them with respect, but never panicked.

He did a good job, everything was a matter of easy handling, and Parsons and Hart took his performance for granted: they knew very well who Qin Lang was dealing with on a regular basis.

The greetings lasted only a few moments and then moved on to the topic.

"Mr. Qin, since you have arrived, we can leave for the venue." Parsons said.

"Venue?" Qin Lang glanced at the auditorium of the University of Pennsylvania, "Not here?" ”

"This was the venue we originally chose, but there were so many people who came that we had to choose a new location, Philadelphia City Hall." Hart said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mr. Qin. ”

Qin Lang smiled bitterly and shook his head secretly—he came from downtown Philadelphia, and now he was going back again. But there is nothing to complain about, "walking" is just a figurative statement, in fact, whether he comes or goes, he does not rely on his legs, but on the carriage. The only difference is that when he came, he was in his own carriage, and now he is in Parsons's carriage.

There's one thing, a secret, that Parsons and Hart are ready to tell him now.

"It was a very important meeting." The director of the Chemical Society said slowly, as slowly as his carriage, "Mr. Qin, your invention is of unimaginable value not only to the United States, but even to the whole world......

No, I can imagine. Qin Lang muttered to himself. Ammonia technology will allow the military industry of various countries to completely wean itself off nitrate, and the war will be more protracted and intense, and of course the death toll will become more - but the arms industry will be very happy......

However, he was completely wrong, and Parsons meant, "This is another heavy blow to the power of the church." ”

For a moment, Qin Lang thought that he had a hearing problem in his ears. A "God-believer" who says to him, "Man, your invention is a severe blow to the power of the Church," is as ridiculous as a devout Jew running into a restaurant and ordering a smoked pork shank...... Well, that's not the point, after all, there are not a few antichrists among scientists, and the early Protestants of New England believed that there is a Creator in the world and no omniscient and all-powerful God - this realization is very obvious in the Declaration of Independence, where the "Greator" and "Natures God" are used instead of "God" - but what does ammonia technology need to do to "deal a heavy blow" to the power of the church? The Church is not a Salvation Army...... Wait a minute.

Qin Lang suddenly thought of a possibility. "You mean, the synthesis of organic matter from inorganic matter?"

"That's right." Hart said.

"But I remember, Friedrich. In 1828, Wühler had already demonstrated that organic matter could be synthesized artificially from inorganic matter, and his paper was published in the same year's Annals of Physics and Chemistry, Volume XII. "Weller synthesized urea in the lab, and after him, there were others who synthesized acetic acid and fat; In other words, the church has already been hit.

And it was a succession of blows.

But his views were not agreed. "Wühler and the others did the synthesis in the laboratory, Mr. Qin, and you have achieved the large-scale industrial production of organic matter synthesized from inorganic matter." Hart emphasized.

"So I just said that this is another heavy blow." Parsons went on to say, "Lutherans and Catholics can no longer be sophistry. ”

"And you're American."

Qin Lang turned his gaze to Hart. In addition to cracking down on the growing number of Lutherans and Catholics in the United States and consolidating America's Protestant traditions, he felt that perhaps this was the real reason for their emphasis on the "great significance" of ammonia technology: Friedrich. Wühler was a German and had never been a U.S. citizen, whereas he was an American citizen - citizenship was. This is enough for a country of immigrants, when a person shows significant value, no one cares about his skin color and ethnicity, except for the most die-hard racist.

So at all times, apart from liberals, realists are always the easiest type of people to get along with. In the face of obvious benefits and benefits, even Theodore. A sophisticated politician like Roosevelt could also stress that the denial of Chinese workers into the United States and the admission of Chinese skilled immigrants are two separate things, and that racism becomes worthless at such times.

This is a good thing so that he does not have to face the racist sentiments of the United States alone.

Qin Lang doesn't want to be Martin among the Chinese. Luther. Gold; Everyone wants to be remembered forever by others, but only a small number of people are willing to pay their lives for it, and Qin Lang happens to be not among them.

He smiled. "Then I believe that at this conference, the significance of synthetic ammonia technology will definitely cause heated discussions." After a pause, he continued, "But I'm interested in how my little trouble should be solved. ”

"That's settled, isn't it?" Parsons and Hart laughed together, "The Chemical Society fully understands your position in the field of chemistry, Mr. Qin. ”

Qin Lang thought of the gentlemen who came to visit him in San Diego. Obviously, they represent not only a few universities, but also chemical associations and associations for the advancement of science. He was therefore all the more convinced that the conference was a premeditated conspiracy against the universities of the Southern, Central and Western regions, as well as against European chemists. Those stupid guys are going to be hit hard by unimaginable pounds at the meeting.

Moreover, Qin Lang remembered another fact, as well as the ultimate purpose of the conspiracy. However, it still needs to be verified. "Mr. Parsons, Mr. Hart, are the scholars and professors attending this conference, apart from the guests from Europe, all members of the Chemical Society?"

"Most of them aren't." Parsons replied.

Now Qin Lang fully understands: now, the American Chemical Society is not a national organization. In fact, so far, only twenty-two state chemists have joined the Chemical Society, and ten of those states are new members. Therefore, like the Ivies, the association is under competitive pressure. But this time the conspiracy could make it the premier chemical association in the United States, or even the only one.

On second thought, he was convinced that there was nothing wrong with his guess. For the sake of the American Chemical Society's supremacy, smart and experienced guys like Parsons and Hart did just that.

The big guys aren't fuel-efficient lamps.

The smile on Qin Lang's face became obvious. "I am confident," he said slowly, "that this meeting will be a success." ”

"There is no doubt about it." Parsons said, and Hart added, "It must be." ”

Then the carriage stopped, and the Philadelphia City Hall arrived.

The doors open. Parsons was the first to get out, followed by Hart, and Qin Lang followed closely behind them. The moment he stepped out of the carriage, a warm, deafening applause suddenly rang out. The entrance to the municipal hall was full of Ivy League students, and although it didn't seem like a lot, maybe only a thousand, the meaning of what they said was obvious.

Of course, there may be some who will emphasize that these students are simply welcoming Charles. Parsons and Edward. Hart, but the banner that was raised immediately made the quibbling self-defeating.

"With a bang, God was separated from life."

"Oh." Even if he knew everything, Qin Lang still had to say, "It's an exaggeration. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )