Song He did not sit idle. He first pulled a list out of the folder.
List of Global Scientists Not Yet on the Interstellar Scientific Research Platform
The key targets were the people on this list. He would start with outsiders—or, to be more precise, start with the enemies!
If the Interstellar Scientific Research Platform had just been established, it would have been understandable for researchers not to join. But after so much time had passed, the situation had completely changed. Anyone who was truly in academia had almost no reason not to join the Interstellar Scientific Research Platform.
For one thing, the Interstellar Scientific Research Platform had become the world's biggest platform for attracting investment for scientific research projects—bar none. How many people in research did not lack funding? How many would complain about having too much money?
For another, the Interstellar Scientific Research Platform was packed with leading experts. Eight or nine out of ten top figures in every field were active there. People could take them as mentors, chat and shoot the breeze, and communicate with unparalleled convenience. Who in scientific research would not want to exchange a few words with the top experts?
In fact, over the past two years, many academic journals had required contributors to include their Interstellar Scientific Research Platform accounts when submitting papers. That way, journal editors could use the researchers' overall platform ratings to quickly determine whether a contributor truly had the goods or was merely spouting nonsense like a folk scientist.
Even at major academic conferences around the world, exchanging Interstellar Scientific Research Platform contact information had become the trend at the venue. The two sides would add each other as friends, and the other person's area of expertise could be seen at a glance. It had become standard practice in academic socializing.
Of all the living scientists and reputable researchers, more than ninety percent had joined the Interstellar Scientific Research Platform over the past few years. The remaining ten percent were almost all scientists who took a hostile stance, refusing to budge and rejecting the chance to join the harmonious family that was the Interstellar Scientific Research Platform.
Now that Song He wanted to make an example of someone, he would naturally sacrifice these uncooperative hostile scientists first!
He opened a paper and swept his eyes over it. Only filler content? Next!
On the second paper, large swaths of highlights immediately leaped into view. With his right hand on the mouse and his left on the keyboard, he tapped twice and marked the falsified data charts, then put it in the folder.
The third paper had no problems. Next!
The fourth—next!
The fifth—Photoshopped figures. Marked and filed!
The sixth—plagiarism. Marked and filed!
After he had put thirty problematic papers into the folder, Resentment Value broke through fifty billion. Without hesitating for even a second, he immediately upgraded the blueprint!
The data in the blueprint's attachment changed. The jumbled sections were neatly sorted, while fragmentary written explanations surfaced at the same time. All the explanations were extremely trivial. Some were merely the names of microorganisms, while others were names of experiments.
They seemed inconspicuous, but those few words of hints were like fingerprints at a crime scene. For an old detective like Song He, they were more than enough.
But it really was expensive. Only a small portion of the blueprint had annotations, making every single word worth its weight in gold. Each word corresponded to tens of millions of Resentment Value!
Because progress had stagnated for so long, quite a few outsourced research teams were already sitting idle and waiting for orders. Song He could finally open the chat windows of the people in charge of those teams and send them the newly confirmed tasks one by one.
After sending them all, he felt refreshed and continued hunting down falsified papers!
For the entire day, Song He was like a diligent teacher grading papers, reviewing the papers of countless scientists.
As he reviewed them, he sighed and smiled, occasionally shaking his head in exasperation.
"What's wrong, honey?" Xiang Xiaotong sat cross-legged on the bed, reading a book. "You seem to be in a very complicated mood today."
"I'm hunting down falsified papers," Song He said. "It's horrifying!"
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