It’s Getting Light Out, Time to Get to Work

"No, I don't have the money to sponsor you."

Ye Qingxuan shook his head and thought about it. "At best, I can give you around 10,000,000 pounds."

It seemed as if he had not understood what Newton meant. He spread his hands and said seriously, "There won't be any more after you've spent it all, so you'll have to start saving a little bit."

"What, did you steal some pocket change from a bunch of children?" Newton sneered. "Such little money is not even enough to take the first step..."

"It seems like I haven't made myself clear."

Ye Qingxuan sighed disappointedly, thrust out his hands and grabbed Newton by the hair, pulling him forcibly up off the floor. His wounds split open, and fresh blood began to pour out.

"Mr. Newton, perhaps your confidence in yourself as researcher and a genius has led you to believe that I am making a request. But that is not the case."