Even if Jin Yining has a crush on Chen Yiyang, does she have to tell her everything?

Shang Ning cursed Jin Yining inwardly for being untrustworthy. She had promised not to tell anyone her identity, but she had turned around and told Chen Yiyang.

[Chen Yiyang: Think carefully about my advice. If you miss this opportunity, you'll never have another one.]

Shang Ning tossed aside her phone, leaned back in her chair, and stared at the ceiling, not wanting to think about it, not even a little bit.

The experiment on the photoconductive sensing that kills cancer cells and transforms into a targeted decryption reaction body is not entirely without progress. The purpose of those people seeking her out may not be to make money from this technology at all, but rather for the results of this reverse decryption reaction body.

Directional, reverse—a difference of just one word.

Killing or saving lives is a matter of a single thought.

Ironically, killing is easier than saving lives; the technology for saving lives hasn't been developed yet, but the technology for killing has already appeared.

She can't go back; she can't go back to this research.

"Beep beep—"

A private message came through on Weibo, and Shang Ning reached out and opened it.

[The working-class senior sister: Are you there? I have something I want to ask you.]

Senior Sister?

The big spender actually contacted her first?

Starlight: Yes, yes, yes!

Senior Sister, a working-class woman: I watched your live stream before and found that you are really knowledgeable about optics. Is there something I can ask you for help with?

Starlight: What's up?

[A female office worker, a hard-working woman: Have you heard of Lingguang Stone?]

Lingguang Stone?

Upon seeing these three words, Shang Ning almost jumped out of his chair due to his racing heart.

The Lingguang Stone has eight irregularly shaped facets that can decompose into various light bodies. There are only a few in the world, but coincidentally, she obtained one half a year ago.

[A female office worker struggling with backbreaking work: My father urgently needs money, and someone wants to buy the Lingguang Stone he owns for three million. I want to ask, is the Lingguang Stone really that valuable?]

Shang Ning took a deep breath to calm her irregular heartbeat.

[Starlight: May I ask, do you know who the person who wants to buy this is?]

The working-class woman who works as a bricklayer: I don't know her. She's one of my father's clients. By the way, my father is an antique dealer and also likes to collect all kinds of stones.

Starlight: Do you have any photos?

The working-class senior sister: Wait a minute, let me see.

Shang Ning kept staring at the page. One of the people who had contacted her before had already been arrested, so there was only one left.

[The working-class woman who works tirelessly: [Image]]

Shang Ning clenched her fists and stared at the man in the photo. The man looked to be around forty years old, with only one eye and a noticeable scar extending from the corner of his mouth to his chin.

It was him.

Six months ago, at the Optical Laboratory of University B.

Shang Ning had been staring at this man for over half an hour, and many of her things in the lab had been ransacked by the people he brought with him.

“Professor Shang, there are many ways to make money in this world. It takes at least half a year to apply for an instrument here, and you might not even be able to get one. But as long as you have money, nothing is a problem.” The man picked up a photo frame on the table and looked at it casually.

“I never collaborate with anyone when I do research. Sir, please take your people and leave here immediately.” Shang Ning leaned against the lab bench, looking at the man in front of him. “Besides, I’ve said these words countless times. If you don’t leave, I’m calling the police.”

Before Shang Ning could even make the call, the man snatched it away, tossed it aside, and moved slightly closer to Shang Ning. "Professor Shang, you'd better not refuse a polite offer and then be forced to drink a forfeit. The person who came to you before wasn't as easy to talk to as I am. Cooperate with me, or cooperate with him—the choice is yours."