Late at night, Raman drove home with his tired body in tow. When www.biquge.info he entered the door, he saw the light in the living room, and his old mother was still waiting for him.

"Mom, you don't have to wait for me like this every day." Raman put down his handbag and pushed his mother back to her room to rest. But he knew that no matter what he said, as long as he didn't come home, his mother would always wait.

"There's food in the fridge, you can just heat it up in the microwave. Karin was bullied again at school and went home crying today,......。 The old mother babbled a lot, and before entering the bedroom, she added, "There are two letters today, and I put them on the table in the dining room." ”

After finally letting his mother rest, Raman took a pizza out of the refrigerator and put it in the microwave before he had time to read the letter on the table.

Nowadays, people use mail or phone to get in touch, and the ...... that comes in the mail may be some kind of bill, Raman thought.

Laman is an Indian, with a particularly long name, and is from the low-caste Shudra, so he is slightly better off than the untouchables. He relied entirely on his own efforts and luck to run from India to the United States, and did everything possible to send his old mother and a daughter to India to pick him up.

But this is already the limit of Raman's capabilities. To be able to jump out of that fire pit in India, Rahman is already grateful for the protection of the gods, but he has also had a hard time in the United States.

When Raman was admitted to the California Institute of Technology in the United States to major in computer science and received a full scholarship, not to mention the village where he lived at the time, the whole princely state was a sensation.

However, after graduating, he couldn't find a job because of his average grades, so in order to continue to mix visas, he went to study for a master's degree in biopharmaceuticals, which is said to be a popular major. But after graduating with a master's degree, there was no pharmaceutical company to hire him, an ordinary graduate student with no fame and no results.

Forced to desperation, Raman went to study for a doctorate in business administration, hoping to pursue a career in the business world. Unfortunately, he ended up working as a sales assistant in a small trading company, importing toys from China for sale in the United States.

Lamandu is in his forties, earning barely about 40,000 yuan a year, and rents a small house in Santa Monica, Los Angeles. In the eyes of his relatives in India, he was too successful to look at, but he knew that he was living a very ordinary life, and the glory of his early years had long since left him.

The company has been in a bad state lately, and Rahman worries that he may not be able to get a work visa next year. The trouble is not only that, he sent his daughter to India to pick her up, but he could not send her to an expensive private school, so she had to be bullied by other children in the public school in the community every day.

His mother had obtained her visa for medical treatment, and now that the visa had long since expired, Rahman was worried that someone from the immigration office would suddenly appear at his house that day.

There are many difficulties, and Raman is very troubled by this, and even a little desperate. He couldn't find a way out of the predicament, so he could only watch himself and his family get into all kinds of troubles.

"Strange, it's not a bill." Rahman first opened a letter from India, written by his former classmates. The letter was simple, and it formally invited him to return to India to become the CEO of a pharmaceutical company.

Oh...... that sounds great.

But it was a pharmaceutical company that had only been established for half a year, and it had to invest without investment, with technology without technology, without personnel, and Raman did not want to go back to India. Really, he didn't want to go back to that fire pit at all.

But Mr. Raman's current situation does not allow him to be too critical, and the pharmaceutical company in Bangalore was written to a classmate who said that although the company was just founded, it had brought together a lot of talent returning from the United States. Everyone is very motivated and wants to show their skills in generic drugs.

The company lacks a well-informed, energetic, erudite, persevering, good communication skills and high moral character. After learning about Raman's studies and experience, the partners of the firm agreed that he was the most suitable person for the position.

What impressed Raman the most was his annual salary of $50,000, which is not only higher than his income in the United States, but also definitely the income of the upper class in India, which is very, very, very exciting!

Seeing this, Raman couldn't help but sit up straight, and his originally dull mind became excited. If this thing is real, it can simply change his life, even if he goes back to India. Seeing a phone call at the end of the letter, he immediately took out his mobile phone and wanted to call to confirm it.

However, there is one more letter.

Before dialing, Raman hesitated and decided to read the other letter as well. This second letter is written more simply, and what is more special is that it is not printed but handwritten, and the handwriting is very neat.

The letter begins with the words 'Dear Mr. Rahman', stating that the writer wants to meet him and recommend him a job. But there is no mention of the nature of the work, the address of the work, the salary or anything.

A confusing letter, lie to me, who wrote it?

Raman looked at the inscription, a little familiar.

Strange ......, who is this Professor Kelvin?

Raman read the writer's full name, and a well-known figure in American pharmaceutical and medical science came to mind.

Impossible, right?

He is an academician of the National Academy of Sciences of the United States, a leader in the field of biopharmaceuticals in the world, a Nobel Prize winner, and a national treasure,.......。

One had to think of Professor Kelvin's series of frightening titles, and Raman felt that he must be watching the Arabian Nights. This kind of big guy writes letters to himself and recommends jobs, which is a joke.

Believing it from the bottom of his heart, Raman flipped through the thin sheet of paper, trying to find more suspicions. Compared with the invitation letter from his classmates, this letter from Professor Kelvin brought him greater psychological turmoil.

It is impossible for such a famous big man to joke, then someone must be playing tricks on him, and Rahman suddenly felt very angry. He was an Indian, a wretched creature who had climbed up from the bottom of the lower castes, and his life was troubled enough to be played such a bad joke on him.

Rahman was eager to curse, or to teach the prankster a good lesson, and when he saw that the phone number was also left on the letterhead, he immediately dialed it, despite the fact that it was already late at night.

The phone was quickly connected, and a female voice on the other side said, "Hello, this is Professor Kelvin's laboratory at Columbia University Medical Center, who are you looking for?" ”

A string of tall laboratory names shocked the angry Raman, and he immediately shrank his eggs a little, and the idea in his heart disappeared without a trace, and he said after a long time: "Hello, you are still working so late?" ”

"Hahaha...... yes! The lab has been very busy lately. The female voice who answered the phone smiled and asked, "Who are you?" ”

"My name is ......, my name is Raman." Raman regretted that he had made such a reckless call, and he couldn't even explain why he was calling.

But the woman on the other end of the phone didn't react to this, and seemed to report Raman's full name after looking it up on the computer, and continued: "You're here to make an appointment with Professor Kelvin, right?" At two o'clock in the afternoon the day after tomorrow, are you free? ”

"Yes...... there are." Raman is a bit of a cloud. Book a meeting, what's going on? Could it really be Professor Kelvin's letter? ”

"That's settled, do you have any other questions?" The female voice asked again.

"No ......, no more. Thank you! Oh ......, no! Wait a minute, I want to ask if Professor Kelvin is really going to see me? I'm just a very ordinary person, I want to say it's not a joke? ”

"Oh, I don't know exactly, but we've been hiring people here lately. Let me see, you're competing for a ......, $500,000-a-year lab supervisor position. I don't think Professor Kelvin will just send out random invitations, are you interested in that? ”

With a snap, Raman's phone dropped. He looked out of focus at the walls of his dining room, one word echoing in his head over and over again—five hundred thousand. (To be continued.) )