Zhao Longfei felt rather frustrated.
In private, he had asked Zhang Kuang, Hao Liang, Chang Tianxiang, Chang Tianxiong, and Lu Daoxing whether they wanted to join the Board of Trustees and stay at Nanrong University for good.
Their answers were more or less the same: forget it, they couldn't commit to that.
Today, he had asked Wu Yu too, and the answer had been even more blunt-Li Tianming would decide.
Zhao Longfei's teeth ached with frustration. "Professor Li's little research circle really is tightly knit."
"Of course it is." After confirming that Hu Chan and the other sickly man were both unconscious, Qin Siyang turned and picked up the conversation. "You really can't fault Old Li. He's capable, and he values his relationships."
"I've heard about Professor Wu and Old Li from the other professors too. They knew each other before the Apocalypse. When Professor Wu first finished his doctorate and went back to a university close to home as a junior lecturer, no research group would take him in. Old Li appreciated his talent, gave him projects and funding, and helped him gradually establish himself."
"Principal Zhao, if you want to poach Professor Wu, he'd have to be an ungrateful bastard. But then again, if he were an ungrateful bastard, you wouldn't want to poach him."
Qin Siyang spread his hands. "I think we can call this 'Zhao Longfei's Talent-Poaching Paradox.'"
"Enough with the smart remarks, brat."
Zhao Longfei thought being mocked by Qin Siyang was deeply embarrassing and quickly put a stop to it.
He glanced at the two men on the beds, confirmed they were unconscious, and asked, "Xiao Qin, introduce these two to me. You used my name to keep them safe, so you owe me an explanation."
Qin Siyang was just about to open his