Jiang Cheng's room was temporarily locked down. During dinner, he gave Xiao Li and Xiao Bi a strict order: no one except himself was allowed to enter.
Research on controlled nuclear fusion is too dangerous; only he himself can guarantee 100% safety when he goes deep into it.
If things continue as before, allowing Luo Xiaoli and her little brats to wander in freely, the consequences could be irreversible if an accident occurs.
Luo Xiaoli has lost one of the greatest joys in her life. If Xiao Bi would scratch at the door in front of Jiangcheng, then her heart now feels like there is a kitten inside scratching at her frantically.
I'm itching to get back to work.
She was disappointed. Whenever Jiang Cheng entered a state of scientific research, he no longer cared about anything in the world.
Luo Xiaoli came out of her room. It was already past ten o'clock at night. She washed her face and took out the black hair clip she had bought while shopping that day. She applied the skincare products that girls usually do before going to bed and tied up a few stray strands of hair in front of her forehead.
The black hair clip had two fluffy cat ears on it, making her look extremely cute. Luo Xiaoli looked at herself in the mirror.
She's not much worse than the women around my brother, is she?
Besides, being in a position of advantage, I should have some advantages to pursue.
She sat cross-legged on the sofa, turned on the TV, and casually changed the channels. Little Bi heard the noise in the living room, her little ears perked up alertly, and she ran to the sofa with her bottom sticking out and jumped on it.
She walked gracefully to Xiaoli's side, curled up, and closed her eyes, as if to have a peaceful dream.
Meanwhile, Jiang Cheng in the room was searching through information about controlling nuclear materials, his expression extremely focused, ignoring all the sounds around him.
The night outside was already deep, and the full moon hung high in the sky. Jiang Cheng's face showed a solemn expression, and he occasionally scribbled something on the paper with his pen.
His hair was a mess, probably from fiddling around while doing research, and his eyes were bloodshot. He was picking at the dead skin on his lips with his fingers.
Jiang Cheng picked up a glass of water from the table, took a couple of sips, and then arranged the three parts into a cylindrical shape, filling the room with a clanging sound.
Actually, the control materials for controlled nuclear fusion, when all these things are put together, are about the size of a table. The diagram he drew on the blackboard was meticulous and clear, with not a single flaw.
Jiangcheng has considerable expertise in the field of biotechnology, but he has never ventured into the energy sector before, making such research far more challenging than one might imagine.
Moreover, controlled nuclear fusion is an extremely difficult problem.
In the living room, the scene finally stopped after constantly switching. Luo Xiaoli pulled a cushion from the side, leaned against the sofa, and unconsciously felt a little sleepy.
......
At the Kyoto Institute of Science and Technology.
It was already very late, but Professor Zhong and the others were still gathered in the conference room.
The sound of slamming the table was incessant.
The bright lights seemed to tremble with each resounding slam of the table, and the high-ranking members of the scientific research community held their breath, not daring to utter a sound.
It must be said that Academician Zhong Yingzhe is in good health. At over seventy years old, he still seems to want to smash the table when he gets angry.
"Am I not feeling sorry for Old Chen enough? When he was crying with snot and tears streaming down his face, who comforted him? None of his other old friends came up to him with their grievances, but I was the only one by his side!"
"Don't be angry, Dr. Zhong..."
"How can I not be angry! I don't believe he can't hear what others say. He said he would impart all his knowledge to Ai Jincheng, but he misjudged him and gave himself into Ai Jincheng's arms. What a good-for-nothing he taught! And now that things have come to this, he's run away!!"
As Zhong Lao spoke, he became increasingly angry, to the point that he felt as if he wanted to overturn the table.
There was actually a reason for this.
Every four years, the United Nations holds a research summit, and nine such summits have been held so far. The next summit will be called the G10 Research Summit.
At that time, prominent researchers from home and abroad will send representatives to review their research achievements over the past four years, rank them, and promote them widely around the world.
Every meeting, regardless of its specific details, attracts a great deal of attention.
It was a major event in the scientific research community.
Originally, Professor Zhong was full of confidence and wanted to attend the G10 meeting because the research on gene therapy had made China's biotechnology shine.
If he takes Jiang Cheng with him, he will naturally be able to outmaneuver researchers from other countries under these circumstances.
However, Ai Jincheng's sudden appearance completely shattered Zhong Lao's dream. Now, wouldn't he be ridiculed and mocked if he went to the meeting?
He could already picture the faces of those familiar foreign professors.
As a giant of the same level as him, Mr. Chen naturally could not be absent from this meeting, but after Ai Jincheng released the new energy utilization technology.
A few days ago, Mr. Chen claimed to be ill and needed to rest for a while.
Everyone could see what he was thinking, and an old fox like Zhong Lao was even more aware of it. He didn't want to go there and get a belly full of anger!
The number of giants in China's scientific research community can be counted on one hand. If Professor Chen runs away, then Zhong Yingzhe will become the only one leading the team.
It means that if he goes there, he will not only lose face, but also lose face by being isolated and helpless. Old Chen is not even willing to share the burden!
How can we stop Professor Zhong from slamming his fist on the table and cursing?
You old codger have a sense of shame, but I don't?
It was your good apprentice who turned against you, but now that things are at a critical moment, you're running away faster than anyone else!
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