As Ji Ting pressed them harder and harder, Lü Xin and the other two gradually turned deathly pale.
They had already "produced" the device, but they could not say a word about the principles behind its data or the materials used to make it. Their silence made the truth clear to everyone.
The directors sitting in the front row looked grim as well. Every twitch on the three men's pale faces seemed to betray their terror of being exposed.
They had come to learn about the technology, only to discover that people from their own institute had stolen it and brazenly claimed it as their own.
This was no longer a matter of losing face. It was a disgrace to the Aerospace Engineering Institute!
Just as the directors were about to lose their composure, Ji Ting turned his gaze toward the screen, the flowing streams of golden data reflected in his eyes.
"You stole someone else's finished work, yet you don't even know how to use it. That shows just how stupid you are." His gaze settled on the three men, sharp as icy needles. "Academia can tolerate stupidity, but it will never tolerate theft."
Lü Xin's palms were slick with sweat, his Adam's apple bobbing spasmodically. "You say we stole it. Do you-you have any proof?!"
Ji Ting looked at him without contempt or anger, but his eyes were like an endless night.
"Do you know why the lights in the lab are always on at three in the morning? Because real scholars are repeating an experiment that has already failed a hundred times."
"Have you ever heard a researcher choke up when their data is leaked? That is the sound of countless researchers' painstaking work being crushed under the feet of thieves like you."
"Have you ever counted