"Technology Emperor, my ass. Do you really think he personally made all those achievements? He just paid for them, didn't he?" Li Lu sneered. "Rich men like Song He are the most hypocritical. Maybe he really had some ability when he was young, but little by little he turned into a dragon. Dirty money operations—buying other people's achievements and putting them under his own name, then deifying himself! If he really made all those achievements, I'll eat the Dormitory Building!"
"You can't let your emotions get in the way. You can't just trash Song He because the people next door are noisy!" Duan Peng frowned. "Objectively speaking, modern technological research is all about teamwork. It isn't realistic for one person to single-handedly produce major achievements. Song He is the soul of the Scientific Research Team, so his technical ability must be top-notch! When it comes to technical strength, there's no more rigorous standard than mathematics. He even won the Fields Medal! Do you remember last year's Nobel Prize? So many Nobel laureates thanked him!"
"The Nobel committee was bought off by him, obviously. He's so rich—there's nothing he can't buy. The Fields Medal? What was the name of that most authoritative old man in the field again? Dewitt, right? Dewitt survived thanks to Chenghuang's Hibernation Technology. The moment Song He says the word, can't he get as many Fields Medals as he wants?"
"There's no way to have a conversation with you. Aren't you putting the cart before the horse?"
"I'm stating facts. You're just too naïve, believing the stupid nonsense promoted by the media. Song He lets a little money slip through his fingers, and those media people immediately drop to their knees and lick it up!"
Duan Peng sat up angrily. "Fine, fine! Even if things are like