Li Xianfeng's soul power seemed much stronger than an ordinary person's.
Otherwise, no matter how excited he was, he should have passed out...
Zhang Ming could only attribute it to the special effects of the [Reincarnator] ability. With the man in a feverish frenzy, shouting nonstop, he had no choice but to support the somewhat mentally unstable Li Xianfeng and return to the restaurant.
"Great scientist, take it easy. Don't die on me here. Damn it, if you die, we'll have to wait another twenty or thirty years. I can't shoulder that responsibility."
Li Xianfeng slumped into a chair, narrowed his eyes, and spoke excitedly. "Then set up another one... the Great Knowledge Institute? These resources of yours really are enough to establish two super research institutes."
"That makes sense. Whether it's schools or armies, they all need competition!" Wang Fumin glanced at him and shook his head. "With only one team, they'll soon grow lax."
"But we still don't have enough people. How much can I do alone? Old Wang, want to join the Great Knowledge Institute?"
"Count me out. For one thing, I don't understand academic stuff." Old Wang shook his head. "For another, you know Liu Ye is a decent man. He needs people to help him. There are still plenty of problems in society that need solving."
"That's true. The original purpose of establishing the Great Academy of Sciences is ultimately to advance all humanity. We can't focus on one thing at the expense of another."
"Old Zhang, be straight with us. If we take these things for research, will you have any left? If you need to make some strange object later, you'll have to keep some for yourself."
"Besides, if you keep playing the generous benefactor, even mountains of gold and silver will run