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Li Jian Gao pulled Qiao Ze into the room he had previously stayed in.
He had sensed something off about Xu Dajiang's tone over the phone, not to mention the bizarre things he had been saying.
After arriving at the research group, he had also noticed several students' reactions were quite strange, as if there were spies about.
He was eager to find out what exactly had happened to Qiao Ze today.
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Twenty minutes later, Li Jian Gao kind of knew what had happened, but was even more confused.
"Two academicians from the Opto-mechanical Institute came to see you personally?"
"Yeah."
"And they plan to apply for the lithography project based on your paper?"
"Yeah."
Li Jian Gao fell silent.
He had only briefly scanned Qiao Ze's paper on the high-speed train.
After all, it wasn't his field of research, and even with detailed data, he couldn't make much sense of it.
He had only a rough understanding of Qiao Ze's ideas and even thought them a bit fanciful.