Continuous Upgrade Blueprint!

Song He wasn't idle; he first pulled out a list from a folder.

[List of Global Scientists Not Yet Registered on the Interstellar Scientific Research Platform]

The primary targets were the people on the list. He would start by dealing with outsiders, or more precisely, with enemies!

If it were when the Interstellar Scientific Research Platform was first established, it would be understandable for researchers not to be registered. But after so much time had passed, the situation had completely changed. For any true academic, there was almost no reason not to register on the Interstellar Scientific Research Platform.

On one hand, the Interstellar Scientific Research Platform had become the biggest platform globally for securing investment for scientific research projects, bar none. How many people doing research didn't need funding? How many people would complain about having too much money?

On the other hand, the Interstellar Scientific Research Platform hosted numerous titans and giants in the field. Top figures in every discipline were active there, making it incredibly convenient to find mentors or just chat. Who among those engaged in research wouldn't want to have a conversation with a top-tier expert?

In fact, in the last couple of years, many academic journals, when accepting submissions, began requiring contributors to provide their Interstellar Scientific Research Platform accounts. This allowed journal editors to quickly assess whether a contributor was genuinely skilled or just a nonsensical folk scientist, based on their overall score on the platform.

Even at global academic conferences, the trend was to exchange Interstellar Scientific Research Platform contact information. After adding each other as friends, it was crystal clear what research areas each person specialized in, making it the standard for academic networking.

Of the scientists alive today, over 90% of the reputable researchers had registered on the Interstellar Scientific Research Platform in recent years. The remaining 10% were almost exclusively scientists with an adversarial stance, who were unreceptive and refused to join the harmonious family of the Interstellar Scientific Research Platform.

Now, Song He intended to make an example of them, so he would naturally prioritize these uncooperative, hostile scientists!

Opening a paper, Song He scanned it. If it only contained filler content, he moved on!

The second paper immediately showed large areas highlighted in his eyes. With his right hand on the mouse and his left on the keyboard, he quickly marked the falsified data charts and put them into the folder.

The third paper was fine, he moved on!

The fourth, he moved on!

The fifth, photoshopped, marked and put into the folder!

The sixth, plagiarized, marked and put into the folder!

After putting 30 problematic papers into the folder, his Resentment Value broke through 5 billion. Without a second's hesitation, he immediately upgraded the Blueprint!

The Blueprint's attachments changed. Messy data segments were neatly organized, accompanied by fragments of text descriptions. All the descriptions were trivial, some merely the name of a microorganism, others the name of an experiment.

Though insignificant, these few words were like fingerprints at a crime scene, more than enough for an old detective like Song He.

However, it was indeed very expensive. Only a small portion of the Blueprint displayed annotations, extremely concise, with each word costing tens of millions in resentment!

Due to the long period of stagnation, many outsourced scientific research teams were now in a state of idle readiness. Song He could finally open the chat windows of the heads of these teams and send them the newly identified tasks one by one.

After sending them, he felt refreshed and continued hunting for fraudulent papers!

All day long, Song He was like a diligent teacher grading papers, reviewing the work of numerous scientists.

As he reviewed, he alternated between smiling and sighing, occasionally shaking his head.

"What's wrong, dear?" Xiang Xiaotong asked, sitting cross-legged on the bed reading a book. "You seem to have very mixed emotions today."

"I'm catching fake papers," Song He replied. "It's shocking!"