Master Cheng has been looking at Elena, or rather examining her.
He looked for a long time, then sat back in his seat, pulled out a chair and sat down, without touching the cup of coffee in front of him, and took the initiative to say: "You said you were from the island."
"Yes." Elena smiled, and her domineering aura unconsciously revealed in her every move.
She does look a lot like Qiao Nian.
About the same age.
Same great looks.
And the confidence that runs in her bones, just like Qiao Nian, makes it easy to connect two people of similar age together.
But Master Cheng still could tell the difference between the two.
Qiao Nian's arrogance stems from her own abilities, personality and temper.
Elena's madness comes from her privileged family and has little to do with herself.
So Qiao Nian's madness seemed natural, but this Elena made people dislike her involuntarily.
"Don't the people on your island not allow this research to exist?" Master Cheng sounded calm, without a trace of something strange.
"Tsk." Elena chuckled while holding the glass, "Master Cheng, you have stayed in the laboratory for too long."
She continued slowly: "No interest group can have only one voice, and this is also true on the island."
"To be honest, there are some people on the island who strongly oppose your research, but I am different."
"I disagree with them."
"You Chinese have a saying, 'It's better to control than to block.' I think it's very well said. It's better to control something than to blindly guard against it."
Elena smiled at him and said, “Master Cheng, do you think I’m right?”
Master Cheng nodded, seeming to agree.
This made Elena excited: "Since you agree with what I said, then let's cooperate..."
Master Cheng interrupted her: "You should ask someone else for help!"
Elena's smile froze on her face. She didn't understand why he went from looking very interested to suddenly changing his attitude and rejecting her mercilessly.
She adjusted her breathing and said, "Can you please give me a reason why you don't want to cooperate with me?"
Master Cheng didn't like her at all, and gave her a thumbs up without saying anything: "First, I don't need money. I'm not interested in what you call giving me the most money."
Elena narrowed her eyes slightly: "There's a second one?"
He raised another finger: "Second, you mentioned the problem of raw material scarcity. My laboratory is short of some raw materials, but everyone can find a way. It's not to the point where there is no way out."
Elena pursed her lips, placed her hands on the table, slightly bent her fingers, and tried her best to maintain a decent demeanor, waiting for the master's next third move.
"The third and most important reason." Master Cheng's eyes met hers in mid-air, his face stern and without the slightest hint of joking or playfulness: "Your so-called right of authorship is a joke and a humiliation to me!"
Elena opened her mouth, extremely surprised.
In her opinion, Master Cheng might not be tempted by the first two conditions, but it would be hard not to be tempted by the last one. Unexpectedly, the last one became the reason for her rejection.
“…That’s not what I meant.”
Master Cheng didn't give her a chance to continue. "This research is not my achievement. To put it bluntly, I am just an executor who turns theory into reality. You said that in the future, only my name will be recorded in history. Then what am I? A thief?"
The ideal of a scientific researcher is to leave his name in history, and he is no exception.
(End of this chapter)