A Mixed Bag of a Research Group

The corridor outside the conference room was silent, with only the occasional clamor of students getting out of class drifting over from afar.

Su Bai stood with both hands in his pockets, leaning back slightly against the cold window frame.

He did not speak immediately. Instead, he sized up the doctoral student named Zhou Jian before him with a scrutinizing gaze.

Zhou Jian grew increasingly uncomfortable under Su Bai's stare, his already pale face turning even more bloodless.

Uneasily, he pushed up the pair of black-rimmed glasses slipping down his nose. His fingertips had turned faintly white from the pressure, and even his breathing had become somewhat hurried.

"Dr. Zhou, what do you mean by that?" Su Bai's voice was not loud, but his tone was calm, revealing neither anger nor pleasure.

Zhou Jian gritted his teeth, as though caught in an intense internal struggle. He turned and glanced once more toward the conference room doors. Only after making sure Professor Tang and Li Guobing would not be coming out anytime soon did he lower his voice and say urgently, "President Su, I'm not joking with you. The results Li Guobing showed in that PPT, and the core technologies Professor Tang boasted about—they're far too watered down. If you really intend to invest heavily in this project, then your money will most likely go down the drain."

Su Bai raised an eyebrow and looked at him with interest. "Oh? Watered down? Tell me exactly how."

Zhou Jian took a deep breath. Since he had already laid everything bare, he stopped holding back and spilled out the truth in one breath.

"First, that surface electromyography signal acquisition system." Zhou Jian held up one finger. Though he kept his voice low, he spoke very quickly. "Li Guobing just said it was independently