"Thank you, Director!" Ding Yangze said happily, then pulled the woolen hat back onto his head.
Zhao Yiyi was speechless. Old Ding was a little dense in one way or another. He couldn't tell praise from sarcasm and only knew how to stare at data from morning to night like a donkey.
She blinked and couldn't help speaking:
"Old Ding, why are you working so hard? Even Song He and Dean Xiang can't make sense of this data. What's the point of you desperately studying it? Don't tell me you still want to surpass Song He?"
"Surpass Song He? Director Zhao, did you take the wrong medicine?" Ding Yangze asked in astonishment. "I gave up on surpassing Song He in my first year of high school! I still have that much self-awareness!"
"Then why are you still working so hard on the data?"
"I'm not trying to understand all of it. I only want to understand a few scraps around the edges." Ding Yangze spoke frankly. "Just a little debris that slips through the cracks of Song He's work would be enough for me to publish an SCI paper. I still have ambitions, you know!"
Zhao Yiyi suddenly understood, but then she felt deeply worried.
What if Ding Yangze published papers every day and earned so much credit that he overshadowed his superior? Would he one day replace her and become director?!
Song He's face appeared before her eyes.
Song He first looked at her in disappointment, then said harshly, "You useless fool who refuses to improve! Don't be director anymore! Let Ding Yangze take over!"
With that, Song He's face snorted coldly, turned away, and faded into the air.
Zhao Yiyi shuddered, her sense of crisis suddenly surging. Fear appeared on her face.
She hurriedly picked up the data