Paul refused to give up, "Mr. Chen, just listen."

"Let's not talk about that. By the way, how is the villa in New Harbor Beach that I asked you to keep an eye on?"

Chen Feng changed the subject, and Powell really fell for it .

"Hey, I have great news to tell you, but it's not the time yet. It will be clear soon, and I will let you know when the time comes."

Chen Feng made an OK gesture, "Leave it to you. You know, my time is more valuable than money, I'll take a rest first."

After successfully blocking his mouth, Chen Feng sat quietly until the airport.

The Boeing 777 roared into the sky.

But thousands of kilometers away in Boston, someone was already waiting in a serious position.

On the plane, Chen Feng did not rest, but kept outlining the action in his mind.

He knew the difficulty of the matter. After all, he had failed once in the previous timeline.

He did not want to experience the same failure twice.

Predicting the future does not necessarily mean that failure can be easily avoided.

The Linton Institute's obstruction of Ryan was not an individual behavior, but an inevitable ideological confrontation between two world powers with different philosophies.

Even if Chen Feng tried to change all the people he was going to meet today and make them another group of seemingly less extreme and friendly people, it would still not make any changes to the final result.

Some things are deeply rooted. What Chen Feng needs to face is a huge ideology that does not show obvious differences due to individual differentiation.

At 4 pm, Chen Feng walked into the Linton Institute accompanied by the agent in Boston.

The agent is a tall girl with blond hair and blue eyes named Liwen Aniston. She is very cheerful and talkative. She has a master's degree from MIT and is proficient in five languages: English, Chinese, Japanese, French, and German. The elders in her family are well-known scholars who are highly respected here.

"Mr. Chen, the attendees of this meeting are Dr. Lawrence, Dr. Iron, Dr. Virenmano... This is the list, with brief introductions of the responsible persons."

Chen Feng looked around as he walked, his brows gradually wrinkled.

In the 21st century, he did not deliberately learn about the academic giants of this era.

But Chen Feng saw these names in the history of science and technology of this century compiled by the descendants of the 31st century.

Chen Feng may know them better than they know themselves. They

are all top giants, and almost all of them have won Nobel Prizes.

But now it is not the case. Some people are still queuing up, and some people have not made enough solid results.

Of course, this group of people have a common characteristic, they are not very friendly to Chen Feng's motherland, and they are considered stubborn.

But this group of people still hold power in Linton Institute and AAAS, and they are all difficult to deal with.

Chen Feng in the previous timeline probably didn't understand why these people, who are obviously scholars, were completely unreasonable and finally walked out of the meeting in anger.

He also lost his temper and made it clear on the spot, saying that you don't have to warn me, you have the ability to never have anything to do with me.

The two sides parted unhappily.

Although two years later, when the Star Research Institute continued to explode with power, the influence of "The Madman's Conjecture Collection" continued to expand, and even the Nobel Prize could not be attributed to him, these people finally came to him eagerly to apologize, and solved Ryan's remaining problems very smoothly.

Chen Feng felt good when he was slapped in the face, but the wasted time could not be recovered.

Now it is different. He first understood the position of others, and then no matter what these people said, he could find their motives.

Chen Feng felt that even if the negotiation could not be completed this time, the result would not be worse than the last time.

"Thank you, I roughly understand the situation."

Chen Feng handed the information back to Liwen.

"Mr. Chen, so fast?"

Liwen asked in surprise.

She gave Chen Feng the information in just seven or eight seconds, and he finished reading it?

Chen Feng smiled and nodded, "I read things faster."

Liwen Aniston believed it. After all, this was a genius scientific thinker who could write "A Collection of Madman's Conjectures".

Yes, since Chen Feng had no working experience and there was no practical verification process in "A Collection of Madman's Conjectures", the academic community currently generally recognized Chen Feng as a scientific thinker.

Ten minutes later, the two entered the conference room, which was empty at this time.

Chen Feng looked at his watch, "Four fifteen in the afternoon, isn't this the time we agreed to meet at? Did we go to the wrong conference room?"

Liwen said awkwardly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Chen, they may be having a regular meeting in the conference room upstairs, I'll go check it out, please wait here."

Exactly ten minutes later, a group of white old men followed Liwen in in a mess.

Chen Feng, who was sitting in the first seat in the conference room, raised his eyelids and waved his hand, which was considered a greeting.

He finally understood why he would walk away in anger in the previous timeline.

Logically, these people should attach great importance to the concept of time. If they agreed to meet at four fifteen, then it must be four fifteen.

This deliberate delay of ten minutes was clearly a show of power, very mean, but very effective in angering people.

These people were slightly dissatisfied with Chen Feng's attitude, but they were not much better, so they did not lose their temper on the spot.

Dr. Lawrence, the vice president of the Linton Institute who presided over the meeting, first clapped his hands to express his welcome to Chen Feng.

"Linton Institute welcomes the arrival of Mr. Chen Feng, a world-renowned music producer..."

A lot of nonsense was said, and Chen Feng was too lazy to listen carefully.

The other party called him a music producer, which had nothing to do with academics. This was another level of bullshit.

Although the influence of "A Madman's Conjectures" is still in the making, and without experimental evidence, it is indeed not worth mentioning, but everyone here has a brain and should know the weight of this monograph.

Putting aside his identity, it is clear that we are not professionally matched, and we do not value your feelings.

Chen Feng did not hesitate any longer. After the other party shut up, he said loudly: "Everyone, my purpose for coming here today is very simple. It's for my research assistant Dr. Ryan. I won't say anything about doing you a favor. Just do what needs to be done. I will pay you the money to buy out the last two months of Ryan's contract."

"I made him sign the confidentiality agreement he should sign. I poached him to let him work on my project. I have no interest in spying on you, and I don't need it. I hope you won't set up difficulties for me, and don't do anything weird outside the contract. Your country advocates the spirit of contract, so I hope you can all abide by the spirit of the contract."

"Ryan's breach of contract is considered early, so I have to pay the money and I have also abided by the spirit of the contract. If you really refuse, then I will give him legal status in two months, and you don't have to stand in my way and him."

Everyone was a little stunned.

They speak so directly, which is their style. Chinese people usually don't speak like this. They always like to talk in a roundabout way and then suddenly throw out their intentions.

Chen Feng, however, came straight to the point like this, and the feeling was very unique.

Lawrence turned his head and looked at Dr. Ellen next to him.

From the administrative level, the project team previously led by Ryan was under the direct management of Dr. Ellen, and it was his turn to express his position.

Dr. Ellen pushed his gold-rimmed glasses and said, "Mr. Chen, there is an unwritten rule in our AAAS. Academic practitioners should do what is best for mankind."

Chen Feng raised his eyebrows, "What do you mean?"

Dr. Ellen: "According to the contract, Ryan chose to leave, and we cannot refuse. But from his personal development and his contribution to mankind, we hope he can stay in the Linton Institute. We are very clear about the academic atmosphere in China. There is an old Chinese saying that goes, 'A noble man knows his own limitations.' There is also an old saying that goes, 'A pearl is thrown into the dark.'"

After Ellen finished speaking, most of the others echoed the same idea, with similar meanings.

In conclusion, only if Ryan stayed in Boston could he produce more useful results, let his intelligence and talents be properly utilized, and even have the opportunity to become the next scientific leader like Enrico Fermi.

If he went to China, he would never have the chance to achieve Nobel Prize-level results in his life, and would only fall into the dark academic quagmire full of fraud, lies, deception, and social elites.

Most of these people have read "A Madman's Conjecture" and have vaguely heard that the newly established Star Institute will challenge the ultra-high-tech project of room-temperature superconductors. Of course, they understand Chen Feng's strength, but the national stance in their hearts makes these academic giants say things that may be against their will or may be their original intention.

Chen Feng quietly watched these people who were clearly at the top of the academic pyramid talking nonsense.

When scholars act shamelessly, they are really amazing.

They are too shameless, and it is clearly discrimination, but they speak with confidence.

The world is never black and white. It is

the same everywhere.

No country can be absolutely perfect and absolutely fair.

Kindness and integrity have always been just a floating, relative standard of balance.

The things they describe do exist in Chen Feng's homeland, but they cannot be generalized.

This place is not the utopia they claim to promote.

Living in the 21st century, Chen Feng was standing on such a high-level platform for the first time and was exposed to such a nauseating feeling.

How sad.

The ugly side of human beings seemed to be hidden very deeply, but after seeing through it, one could only feel the pungent smell of decay.

But he was not too surprised.

In the past timeline, either all human beings were brainwashed by "Song of the World", or experienced the blood and fire test brought by the s bacteria together, or were suppressed by Lei to face the crisis of genocide that could come at any time, and then human beings truly stood together.

If there hadn't been the two ultimate civilization tests that followed, the fear brought about by the crisis of the solar system barrier alone would probably not have been enough to completely eliminate this ideology that made him nauseous.

Chen Feng closed his eyes and pondered for a moment.

He felt that his past self was still the same person.

It's hard to change a person's nature.

Even if he was mentally prepared, it seemed that he would experience the same failure this time.

He was going to start spraying, even harder and earlier than last time.

"Beneficial to mankind? Really?" Chen Feng sneered coldly.

Everyone could see that he was about to explode with anger, but Lawrence still nodded calmly, "Yes."

"Do you think I'm stupid?"

Chen Feng tapped the table lightly, "If you were telling the truth, you wouldn't play such hypocritical tricks with me. It's important for people to know themselves? I only heard discrimination from your words, Dr. Ihlen."

Dr. Ihlen: "Mr. Chen, you are too sensitive. I am only considering the problem from a scientific perspective."

Chen Feng stared at him expressionlessly, "Science? What? Doing things here is beneficial to mankind? But in my place, it becomes harmful? Who gave you the courage to say that?"

"You are so hypocritical and shameless. From your words, I can hear a feeling that only Americans are considered human beings, and Chinese are not considered human beings. You like ancient Chinese sayings, so I will give you another one, '当且立'. It is talking about you."

"You don't understand, right? Let me translate it for you, 'You are a whore and you still want to set up a gorgeous tombstone.'"

This time, Chen Feng's words are more serious than those in the previous timeline.

He vaguely remembered how he got angry at that time as recorded in historical documents, but at the same time, he had a different state of mind, and he would not take exactly the same attitude towards the same thing.

The source of his anger was that at that moment just now, he suddenly felt that these people were sorry for Scott, Galens, Lawrence, Malech and their descendants.

Their seemingly casual confrontation at a small-scale meeting today has caused global troubles for Star Institute's recruitment for two years. Judging from the amplification of the butterfly effect, the obstacles they have caused to the progress of civilization are far-reaching and their crimes are serious.

Ideological hatred cannot be transferred by personal will.

Because humans are social animals, it is difficult to be independent and will always be affected by the environment around them.

No matter how smart or rational a person is, or how much he or she has read, if his or her parents, family, and friends instill in him or her how dangerous another country is, and how selfish the people in another country are, then as this person grows up, the doubts and discrimination hidden in his or her heart are almost destined to become more deeply rooted as his or her knowledge improves, and then reinforced through mutual communication with others.

Sometimes, the things that are used as examples to instill are not necessarily all lies. All you need to do is deliberately ignore the beautiful side of reality and focus on the ugly side, then hatred and prejudice will naturally form.

After this generation grew up with prejudice, they would say the same things to their next generation at the dinner table and do the same things subconsciously, which would eventually form regional prejudices that would last for hundreds of years, or even thousands of years.

It is precisely because of the existence of people like Lawrence, Ellen, and Veronmano that huge obstacles have been set for the elimination of prejudices of future generations, leading to extremely short vicious competition. Otherwise, Chen Feng might have succeeded in the previous timeline. The

word "bitch" starting with "b" can be quite incendiary here. As soon as Chen Feng said this, the group of people exploded immediately.

Liven Aniston couldn't even smooth things over.

This group of academically respected and world-renowned masters spoke out angrily.

Chen Feng just smiled and said nothing as he looked at this group of people who thought they were rational and neutral, but in fact they were completely trapped in the prejudice built by the environment.

However, when it comes to swearing, they are not professional after all, and their physical fitness is not up to par. Chen Feng was expressionless throughout the whole process, without any emotional ups and downs, which made them feel unsuccessful, like hitting cotton with all their strength, and gradually they shut up one after another.

"Have you finished?" Chen Feng smiled, "That's enough. French biologist Pasteur once said that science has no borders, but scientists have a motherland. I don't completely deny this sentence, but you have taken it too far. Everything should be done in moderation. The result of being too extreme is that you have a hypocritical and selfish personality hidden under the appearance of a scholar, and you are deeply trapped in it without knowing it."

"My words are so simple, I don't believe you don't understand. The truth should become clearer and clearer, but there is a voice in your heart telling you that even if you understand, you have to pretend not to understand."

"But I can tell you clearly. No matter how great your achievements are, you will have a mixed reputation in human history. Your descendants will pay a price beyond your imagination because of your selfishness."

Dr. Viren Mano: "Are you threatening us? Who are you threatening us on behalf of?"

Chen Feng shrugged, "Look, your prejudice is so straightforward that you don't even know how to cover it up. Don't think of me as narrow-minded as you. My eyes have never stayed on the gains and losses of a city, a place, or even a country, and I have never even stayed on Earth. There is only one way out for mankind, and that is to set foot in space. This day will not be too far away."

"In addition, I will still recruit people, and I will not only recruit Chinese. In my territory, no matter the color of their skin, no matter their race, no matter where they come from, and no matter which cemetery they will be buried in after death. I have only one goal, to get more people to come here and do more things."

Chen Feng gradually made a decision.

He knew where these people's narrow-mindedness came from and how it would develop.

He used to let it go and thought he could not change it.

But after experiencing the previous timeline and seeing the Spokesman War that lasted for nearly four hundred years, he decided to try to do something.

"I support competition, but not this kind of narrow competition. I can even tell you the areas where I will focus my efforts. I'll just tell you the names of the projects I'm planning to launch, and you'll know. If you're not convinced, then come and try to compete with me."

Seeing that he was suddenly going to use the real weapon, the group of people immediately shut up.

Dr. Ellen added fuel to the fire at the right time, "The United States has the most complete and creative scientific research system in the world, and also has the best scientific researchers in the world. No matter what you want to study, we don't need to care about you."

Chen Feng grinned, "Really? Ultra-pure carbon technology for making carbon-structured computer chips with ultra-high computing power, high-capacity battery technology with no attenuation and infinite circulation, low-attenuation microwave high-load power transmission technology, and the real quantum computer programming concept that you can only dream of... Don't you want it?"

The conference room suddenly fell silent.

When they heard Chen Feng's plan, these people could not hide their shock.

Reason told them that Chen Feng might be bragging.

But emotionally, they told them that the man who wrote "A Collection of Madman's Conjectures" could really do it.