He thought, Heh heh. Once he gets into my lab, won't it be up to me how late we work?
First, keep him steady. Get him in with a lie, then we'll talk.
Chi Ning thought, Such a kind-looking old man, and he's even in the textbooks. He probably wouldn't lie, right?
Following the method Qin Heng had taught him, he carefully read the contract back to front several times, then slapped a red fingerprint onto the confidentiality agreement the old gentleman had produced.
Looking at the clear print, he said rigorously, "The contract comes in duplicate, and I need one copy for myself. It says I can't have a second job, so if you'll excuse the question."
Chi Ning paused. "If I visit the lab at my family's company, suddenly do a few experiments, and my dad is happy enough to give me some spending money, does that count as work?"
The old gentleman: ...
"No."
This Chi Ning had a bit of humor in him.
The very straightforward kind of humor.
This sort of mycelium looked pale and ordinary at first, but once it grew dense, it became fluffy and rather cute.
It inexplicably made people feel affectionate toward him.
He said, "As long as your family's research doesn't overlap with ours, there won't be any problem at all. If you're still worried, I can send someone to speak with your parents."
Chi Ning also thought that would be best.
The two sides became more satisfied with each other the longer they looked.
Chi Ning felt that a state-owned enterprise with full benefits, no overtime, and the ability to satisfy his spiritual need for scientific research was practically like being assigned a job straight after graduation without even having to look for one.
Very good.
The old gentleman