Jia Xiu was not too surprised that the former alchemists, now chemists, had failed to achieve ideal results in a short time. He was a little disappointed, but not much.
After all, it was a conjecture Ram had come up with on a whim, supplemented by some of his own deductions. It had been an attempt worth trying.
It was acceptable if it produced no results.
What worried Jia Xiu more was that someone might fabricate something for the sake of results. Complete fabrication was easier to spot; the truly deadly kind was when most of the content was real, but the crucial parts had been altered ever so slightly.
Even identifying that would take considerable effort.
Especially in a situation like this, where the investor had already set an ultimate goal for the ideal outcome.
It was possible for people to make "minor adjustments" so results that originally did not quite fit could match the target they wanted to achieve.
Such things were more common among graduate students facing graduation issues.
Usually, some big-shot boss would wave a hand, draw on years of deep experience in the field and supposedly professional, reliable judgment, shoot the arrow first and paint the target afterward, setting the research result right there. Then the graduate students had to figure out how to draw the target neatly and appropriately around it.
What if the big-shot boss's judgment was a little off, and the experimental data simply never looked good enough?
To graduate or not to graduate—that was the question.
At times like that, it was hard to say who bore the greater responsibility.
Therefore, Jia Xiu had especially emphasized to the chemistry team that he wanted to see the raw experimental data.
So far, the chemists on the team had been quite reliable. Though