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Su Bai nodded slightly after hearing Lu Yuning out.

Indeed, while Lu Yuning was an excellent designer, sports mechanics, physiology, and data modeling were not her specialties.

Professor Tang's lab might lack funding, but its equipment and theoretical foundation were already in place.

Still, there was no point listening to Professor Tang boast alone. They needed to see what the people actually doing the work were capable of.

"Professor Tang," Su Bai said, leaning back against the sofa chair as his fingers lightly tapped the armrest in a steady rhythm, "if we're going to work together, let's be efficient. Gather the doctoral students who are truly responsible for the projects and capable of hands-on work, along with the core members of your group. Let's have a short meeting."

The moment Professor Tang heard that, his face lit up with joy.

President Su was getting serious about this!

"No problem! Absolutely no problem!" Professor Tang hurriedly agreed, his slightly weathered face breaking into a broad smile as he nodded repeatedly. "I'll call them over right away. Please wait a moment, President Su. Two minutes—no, one minute will do!"

Professor Tang practically jogged out of the lounge area, heading to the main lab and study room to gather people.

To Professor Tang, this was a life-or-death battle for the lab's funding over the next few years.

Who at Jiang University didn't know that Su Bai was generous with his money? Professor Luo from Shengxi Technology walked around with his head held high these days. If Old Tang could secure this investment, he would finally be able to hold his head up in the department as well.

Before long, Professor Tang returned with three graduate students in white lab coats.

Two men and one woman, all around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with