"The paper is excellent. The quality keeps improving, Little Du—you're doing very well." In his office, Chen Yang revised Du Ke's paper on the spot, praising it repeatedly. "Once this paper is sent out, I can guarantee that at most it'll come back for minor revisions. Barring surprises, it'll definitely make P.R.L., and it'll be published in full, not just as an abstract."
"I hope so."
"Keep working hard. If you have experimental ideas that require a lab, come straight to me. Whether it's Microscale or Xiake University, as long as you want to use a laboratory, I'll swallow my pride and arrange it for you."
"Professor Chen, you're making me feel undeservedly honored."
Chen Yang sighed. "Everyone has a heart. Some have ambition, some envy, and some loyalty. Since I stepped down from the School of the Young Class, I've felt that more deeply than ever. Little Du, you're very good. You turned down recruitment offers from many professors—I've seen it all. I'm no longer young, and my energy is far less than it once was. My path in research is more or less nearing its end. Now, I only hope that in this final stretch, I can escort you part of the way."
"Professor Chen..."
"As for you, stop calling me Professor Chen. If you think highly enough of me, call me Teacher—or Old Chen. Either is fine."
"Teacher."
"Mm." Chen Yang perked up. "If the electron flow theory is properly developed, its prospects are obvious. Tell me whatever you need. Even if it requires national funding, I'll apply for it on your behalf. I currently have some resources in hand, and if I swallow my pride, I can pull in another batch. I'm prepared to invest all of it in you, support you in pushing out the