"Would you be willing to join my empirical research division?"
Faced with the sudden invitation, Wang Qi was not particularly surprised. If Chen Feng merely wanted him to process data, there had been no need to bring him into the laboratory. Letting laymen visit a laboratory was science outreach; letting peers visit carried something of the meaning of handing a divine artifact over by the handle. Back then, Einstein had publicly spoken in Göttingen about his recent work and the problems he had encountered. Hilbert, the mathematical giant listening in, went home and derived the theorem Einstein had failed to complete. Hilbert had been a decent man. If he had written a paper and published it the next day, Einstein would not even have had a place to cry.
"The conditions here are excellent." Wang Qi nodded thoughtfully. "But I refuse."
"Why?" Chen Feng asked. "Could you tell me your reasons? You're being so decisive that my self-esteem has taken quite a blow."
Wang Qi pointed at equipment such as the centrifuge, microscope, and dehydrator. "Obviously, this is an empirical research division of the Path of Living Beings." Then he pointed at himself. "My specialty is the Way of Computational Principles. If I achieve anything in the future, I'll be advancing into the Path of the Misty."
Theoretical physics was the domain of mathematical masters, so there were always mathematicians at the highest level, or close to it, who wanted to stick a foot into it. The founding and development of both the Path of the Misty and The Way of Resemblance had been inseparable from the involvement of Feng Luoyi, Hand of the Common People, and Xiboche, the Master of Computation—two great powers of the Myriad Dharma Sect. Wang Qi's words were perfectly reasonable.
But Chen Feng seized upon