Backstage at the venue.
Watching the staff bustle about with their preparations, Wang Zhengfei suddenly said with a smile,
"I heard you recently started a journal?"
Lu Zhou nodded.
"Yes."
"It's called Future, right? That's a good name." Wang Zhengfei smiled. "At a meeting with our R&D engineers a few days ago, I told them that anyone who got a first-author paper accepted in the main journal of Future would receive a five-hundred-thousand-yuan reward out of my own pocket!"
Wang Zhengfei paused, then continued jokingly, "You'd better make the review process strict. If you don't maintain high standards, I won't have enough money to pay all those bonuses. Then I'll have to come asking you for it."
"You don't need to worry about that." Lu Zhou smiled faintly. "Only sufficiently outstanding research qualifies for the main journal, like Professor Wu Tianqun's paper on carbon-based chips. If it's just integrated circuit design... I'd suggest submitting it to the electronics sister journal instead."
Hearing this, Wang Zhengfei shook his head with a smile. "Your... standards are a little outrageous. Industry-disrupting technology might not emerge even once in a decade or two."
"I'm only talking about its significance," Lu Zhou said. "I didn't say it had to disrupt an industry. Besides, our journal covers so many fields that we're bound to encounter a few sufficiently outstanding research results."
The Jinling Institute for Advanced Study alone had quite a few projects that met Lu Zhou's expectations.
Previously, those research units had submitted their work to top journals like Nature and Science. Now that Future existed, they naturally had a new first choice.
As for whether anyone else submitted papers, Lu Zhou honestly did not care all that much.
After all, he had founded the journal for his own Jinling Institute for Advanced Study in