Upon hearing this, Ding Shan's eyes widened, he stood up unsteadily, pointed at Zhang Cang, and cursed:
"Zhang Cang, you're a fucking simp! You'd throw away your brother for Ren Honghe! Do you know how many people have invited me to their company's lab and I haven't gone? What's the point of staying here? All those honors belong to Ren Honghe, don't they? Oh, everyone in the world knows Honghe Technology, but who knows me, Ding Shan? I, Ding Shan, am nothing!"
As he spoke, he couldn't help but choke up, his left foot slipped, and he almost fell to the ground.
"What are you looking at? What are you looking at? Get back to your workstations—Xiao Ma, drive over and fetch Ding Shan's wife. Take her home and sober her up!"
Zhang Cang didn't know what was wrong with Ding Shan, but he still remembered to call his secretary over to help the drunk Ding Shan up.
But Ding Shan stubbornly refused to leave, and even started acting crazy while drunk in front of everyone in the office:
"I'm not drunk! Even if Ren Honghe stood in front of me today, I would dare say the same thing! We worked like slaves for her, struggling to keep her going, and what did she do? My applications to name new varieties were rejected several times. Does she even know that if I named even one new variety, from now on, everyone will have to look up to me?"
He seemed to have drunk a lot; his left and right legs wouldn't obey him, and he stumbled and fell to the ground.
Suddenly, everything went quiet. Ding Shan was a little confused. He looked up and saw the tips of a pair of red high heels.
The red-haired woman wore a long black dress, her eyes lowered, and with a slight glance, she seemed to survey the surroundings with an air of superiority, making people dare not utter a word.
...
...
Ten minutes later, Xu Milu sat in her office chair with a stack of laboratory documents in front of her, while Zhang Cang sat on the sofa opposite her, carefully pouring tea while observing her expression.
"Has the matter been investigated thoroughly?"
Xu Milu flipped through the documents in her hand, seemingly mentioning it casually.
"Well, it's been investigated. Professors Huang Zhonglei and Zhao Youqi from the Chinese Academy of Sciences have made a major breakthrough in the cloning technology of the silver osmanthus tree. Ding Shan wanted to add his name to their published paper, but... he was rejected. Plus, he previously applied to change the name of the Flame Mandolin pepper—"
Zhang Cang glanced at Xu Milu's expression and couldn't help but whisper:
"Boss, it's actually quite normal to add a corresponding author to a paper these days, especially one like this that can attract significant attention worldwide. Ding Shan has just been blinded by fame. I promise he won't do it again next time, really!"
Xu Milu understood.
The higher the scientific level of the paper, the greater the workload of scientific research. Many scientists may never encounter a major topic like the cloning of the silver osmanthus tree in their entire lives. Ding Shan is trying to take advantage of the "tailwind" of the Chinese Academy of Sciences and the silver osmanthus tree to make his own name.
“I remember he applied to be a graduate student under Professor Liu Mingji, specializing in soil and agricultural chemistry. The cloning and cultivation technology of silver osmanthus trees belongs to the biotechnology major. Can I understand that his behavior today is because he failed to commit academic fraud by asking a professor at the Chinese Academy of Sciences, and then, out of embarrassment, he wanted me, as a company veteran, to put pressure on him so that his name would appear in the paper?”
This was the first time Xu Milu had spoken such a long passage under the identity of "Ren Honghe," and even Xu Jianan behind her couldn't help but cast a surprised glance at her.
She seems really angry.
"...That should be it. But boss, I know Ding Shan. He's just a bit too ambitious, but he doesn't really have any major bad habits. Don't take what he just said to heart."
Zhang Cang couldn't help but glance at Ding Shan, who was curled up on the sofa like a silly goose:
"What are you doing? Come over here and apologize to the boss right now!"
Ding Shan didn't speak, but just stared straight at Xu Milu. After a long while, he shouted:
"Did I say something wrong? Without us, would Honghe Technology be what it is today? Mr. Ren, I'm just a straightforward person, please don't mind. I'm a veteran of the company, after all, right? Isn't the silver osmanthus tree a company asset? The official use of our laboratory is not right, is it? Why can't you add my name as the corresponding author?"
"And about the gaming helmets, Mr. Ren, Zhang and I, even if we didn't do anything special, we certainly put in a lot of effort, right? Even Xu Milu got a gaming helmet, running around with you like that. And what about us? Oh, you just gave us a tiny bit of shares?"
Zhang Cang, standing to the side, looked at him, feeling a mix of emotions.
The ancients often said, "If one's virtue is not commensurate with one's position, disaster will surely follow." Looking at it today, what the ancients said is absolutely true.
He knew better than anyone that Linong Seed Industry was at best a makeshift operation. He was so eager to make a name for himself that he made grand promises to Ding Shan and the others. When he met "Ren Honghe," it was no exaggeration to say that he was incredibly lucky.
Zhang Cang himself was a top student in finance. In the past two years, with the help of Honghe Technology's "semi-official" nature, he had been working hard in the business world and making progress little by little. However, he was still very cautious, afraid that he would be kicked out of his position one day.
There are so many elites in the world, and there are many people who are more capable, more educated, and more skilled than him. It is no exaggeration to say that Wang Lan is hundreds of times more shrewd and experienced in handling affairs than him.
Is he able to sit in his current position because he is smart?
That was purely due to his good luck; he ran into the boss while squatting on the curb smoking that day.
Then there are Ding Shan, Jiang Wen, and He Na.
Jiang Wen and He Na are both quiet and down-to-earth, with a natural, slightly naive quality typical of researchers. They don't have a strong desire for power, and after receiving one percent of the company's shares, they immediately decided to stay there for life.
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