The weather was excellent today. Early in the morning, the sun was already shining brightly, which left Old Wang from a certain government office, who had just arrived at work right on time, feeling very satisfied!
So after arriving at his office, he did not rush to work. Instead, he made himself a cup of tea, lit a cigarette, and prepared to take a good half-hour break before getting started.
However, just then, his phone began to vibrate, and the ringtone sounded.
He glanced at the caller ID: Dr. Feng.
There was no need to guess—it had to be that Dr. Feng from some nuclear physics research institute their office was liaising with!
Thus, the faint upward curve at the corners of his mouth instantly collapsed. He simply sat there with a bitter expression, watching the phone ring on the desk.
Only after more than ten seconds did he finally have no choice but to sigh, pick up the phone, and swipe the green button.
"Dr. Feng."
"What is it this time?"
His wording was far from polite. No greetings, no pleasantries—not even a simple "hello."
"Mhm..."
"Hm?"
"What did you say?!"
Yet after only a couple of perfunctory responses, he could no longer keep his voice down.
"I'm telling you!"
"Dr. Feng, I swear, we've really done everything we can!"
As he spoke, still somewhat indignant, he forcefully tapped the desk twice with his fingers.
"Can you be reasonable?"
"You're a researcher yourself, and you've taught before. You can't expect a bunch of ordinary college students to memorize all the core data and materials for those cold fusion reactors, can you?"
"How would they know what's core material?"
"Besides!"
"What if they make a mistake and it blows up?! Who's taking responsibility then?"
"You?"
"That's bullshit!"
"Neither you