"Get... get a side job..." The expression on Zhuo Shangke's face on the other end of the phone looked as if he had suffered constipation for three days and then had diarrhea; the value was both bitter and stinky.
Getting a side job and producing 20 papers in world-class journals—then why do we need scientists at all? The key point was, besides hearing about Fang Jueyu gallivanting around showing off, he hadn't heard of him conducting any research in a lab.
How exactly were these papers and research data produced? Could it be he tinkered them out in his home laboratory?
But none of that really mattered because no one else had ever produced or published these achievements. Even if he wanted to plagiarize, there wasn't anywhere to plagiarize from; the only explanation was he really did create these breakthroughs in human progress all on his own.
