Less than two months remained until June.
Candidates aspiring to become academicians had successively submitted their 3,000-word basic materials and were quietly waiting for the first round of evaluations by the various divisions to begin.
Of course, beneath that quietness, there was more than a hint of a storm brewing.
Although the first round of evaluations was not the main battlefield where the big shots would duke it out, all sorts of lobbying and faction-building had already begun. Today, some respected mentor hosted a dinner; tomorrow, some junior fellow student they had never met came calling.
Some enjoyed it and welcomed everyone who came. Others were thoroughly annoyed and simply signed up for academic conferences abroad.
Undercurrents surged throughout the academic world, making it seem like a martial arts world.
No, to be precise, it was a martial arts world.
Cellular Cryomedicine Laboratory, Institute of Basic Medical Sciences, People's Liberation Army General Hospital.
Two research grunts standing before a refrigerated incubator were "happily" conducting experiments.
Compared with domestic universities, a place like the People's Liberation Army General Hospital sounded incredibly impressive, and its standing within the field truly was impressive. However, its influence in the two academies might not necessarily surpass that of other universities.
The reason was obvious. It was like why, in every election of academicians for the Mathematics Division, the Academy of Sciences, which had more academicians, still could not defeat the Yanshan and Aurora schools.
The more mixed a group of people was, the fiercer the factional struggles tended to be. Everyone came from different places, so they might not see themselves as being in the same boat as you.
Compared with people from other factions, everyone naturally preferred to cultivate people from their own line.
It was not just the academic world. Every public institution