No Mercy

In a luxurious villa, Cecil's face was ashen, while Bellam complained beside him.

"Young Master Cecil, you have to save me."

"Dean Sanders is about to talk to Bruce Li, and it's definitely about my problem."

"I've already heard that even Vice Principal Cadwell is paying attention to him now. What should we do?"

Cecil, annoyed by Bellam's nagging, roared, "Enough! Stop your nonsense and leave me alone."

"Damn yellow-skinned monkey, I can't believe he got lucky. He must have made some unspeakable deal with Planck."

"Trash, die!"

Cecil didn't even believe what he said. He was just jealous of Li Qiwei's talent, which twisted his mind.

In his family, Cecil was synonymous with a rich, useless idler.

His older brothers and sisters were elites in their respective fields, but he spent his days doing nothing, just getting a degree from Cambridge University.

Therefore, when someone he considered a backward native achieved such great success, his first reaction was anger.

Endless anger!

He wanted to find someone and just get rid of Li Qiwei, ending it all.

But Raymond's advice echoed in his ears. After that night at the bar, Raymond told him, "Never resort to violence against Bruce Li."

Although he didn't know why the other party was so afraid, Cecil wasn't stupid. There had to be something fishy going on.

So, his mood gradually calmed down, and he said to Bellam, "Don't worry, I'll protect you. Nothing will happen."

"I don't believe it. Sanders would fire you for a Qing person."

"Let that yellow-skinned monkey jump around for a while longer. I'll make him regret it for the rest of his life sooner or later."

Hearing this, Bellam finally felt relieved.

He thought that even if Li Qiwei published an important paper, he would at most receive some reward, and the impact wouldn't be too great.

Little did he know that this matter had already been decided by the Vice Principal. Let alone Cecil, even his Prime Minister grandfather would be useless.

In scientific research and education, funding is the real king.

As Cecil watched Bellam leave, a mocking smile appeared on his face, and he muttered, "Idiot."

Meanwhile, in Sanders' office at Cambridge University.

It was Li Qiwei's first time in the dean's office. The furnishings were simple, with some files scattered on the desk.

There were no large, cursive characters of "Heaven rewards diligence" on the wall, making it look unpretentious and not like a leader's office.

Sanders also sized up Li Qiwei, observing that the latter seemed to be critiquing his decor.

When they met a few days ago, the young man was just a student, perhaps with some minor fame at best.

Now, meeting again, he was already a physicist whose name was known worldwide.

Life's opportunities were indeed unpredictable.

Even as the dean of Cambridge University, he couldn't put on airs in front of Li Qiwei.

This was respect for knowledge.

So, Sanders took the initiative to speak, "Bruce, please sit. You should know why I asked you here."

"The grievances between you and Cecil are not deep-seated hatred. How about I act as a mediator and you reconcile?"

"As for Bellam and Miles, I will sternly criticize them and guarantee there won't be a next time. What do you think?"

"After all, they have already apologized to you."

Li Qiwei didn't reply immediately. He sat casually opposite Sanders, his gaze direct and unwavering.

"Dean Sanders, we have an ancient saying in China: 'If you repay kindness with kindness, how will you repay virtue?'"

"During my three years studying at Cambridge University, I have endured countless taunts and discrimination, solely because of my identity."

"In your eyes, I am a Qing person, an inferior, a foolish and backward native."

"But I have never been pessimistic, nor will I ever deny myself."

"The nobility of a nation should not be judged by whether it is strong, but by how it treats the weak when it is strong."

"Because I know that we Chinese are one of the most intelligent races in the world, and I don't need others to evaluate me."

"Moreover, we Chinese are never arrogant or discriminatory towards other races."

"But if anyone thinks I can be bullied at will, they are gravely mistaken. I will make them pay the price they deserve."

"By the way, Bellam and Miles did not apologize to me."

His resonant words, coupled with the last sentence, left Sanders utterly ashamed.

At that moment, he wished he could slap those two idiots to death.

At the same time, he saw a certain temperament in Li Qiwei: humble and polite, yet vengeful!

It was like a combination of a gentleman and a ruffian, making one dare not underestimate him, and captivating at the same time.

"So what are your terms?" Sanders asked, lacking confidence.

Li Qiwei stated directly, "Fire Bellam and Miles. As long as I'm at Cambridge, they must not be re-hired."

Simple, brutal, and merciless – that was Li Qiwei's demand.

He had already learned the Vice-Chancellor's leanings through Thomson, so he was fully confident.

As long as Sanders wasn't stupid, he would definitely agree.

After all, on one side was a continuous stream of funding and immense prestige; on the other, just two insignificant staff members.

Even a fool would know which was more important.

As expected, Sanders seemed to have exhausted his last bit of strength, relieved.

Even though he knew this would be the outcome, it felt even more liberating when it actually happened.

He had treated Bellam as well as he could, but he simply couldn't change the result.

Sanders looked at Li Qiwei, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

"Bruce, a reed that bends too easily will break. Are you really not reconsidering?"

Li Qiwei sneered, "It breaks because it's not strong enough. I will never change my decision."

Sanders sighed, "Alright, I will handle this matter as soon as possible. You can rest assured."

Li Qiwei immediately stood up, preparing to leave, and said his final words, "Dean Sanders, I believe you will definitely be glad you made this choice today in the future."

Sanders was stunned, then watched Li Qiwei's retreating back, shaking his head. The man was indeed as extreme and confident as the rumors suggested.

Afterward, he sent someone to find Bellam and Miles to confront them with the matter.

When the two heard the news, they immediately burst into tears, begging Sanders.

In the end, it was all in vain. They left the office filled with resentment.

At this moment, Bellam not only hated Li Qiwei, but he also hated Cecil. Cecil's words were like farts, completely useless.

The next morning, Bellam and Miles left Cambridge University.

Li Qiwei, having just finished his exam, was notified of the result by Sanders.

At this moment, he finally felt that his destiny was in his own hands, even if only by a thread.

But it was far from enough. He wanted to step on Cecil, and even the whole of Britain, beneath his feet.

Therefore, he needed to continue working hard and producing even more earth-shattering achievements.

Li Qiwei's subsequent plans were also gradually becoming clearer.

The first step was the photoelectric effect. By explaining this phenomenon, he could prove the correctness of the Quantum concept.

Then, he would follow Thomson and participate in the research of atomic structure, spreading the Quantum Mechanics theory far and wide.

Atoms and their internal structures were the main battlefield for Quantum Mechanics.

The second step was relativity. Currently, he had only dispelled one of the two dark clouds; the first cloud still loomed over physics.

Li Qiwei thought of Einstein.

He absolutely had to meet with him again this summer, to enlighten the God of Love, and perhaps snag a co-authorship.

Once these two theories were fully formed, with his influence at that time, he should be able to launch the Spark Plan.

At this moment, Li Qiwei felt a surge of heroism in his chest, about to break through the clouds.

History would change from this point on, and where he himself would ultimately end up, only time would tell.