Liu Hong was speechless.
He knew how to do experiments and flatter his boss, but things like "spying on the enemy" required a lot of technical content. For his EQ, it was still a little too high.
However, for a PhD student, his boss's orders were absolute.
Forget about going to Jinling, even if he was told to go to his supervisor's house to unclog the toilet, he would have to do it.
However, Wang Haifeng was "kind" enough to reimburse him for the train ticket, so Liu Hong didn't have to pay for it himself.
Actually, there were many ways to spy on the research progress of a research institute. For example, the simplest and crudest way was to poach people from the opponent's laboratory. Even though it sounded a bit rude, it was the most efficient way.
However, the awkward part was that this method wasn't easy to use.
Especially for vertical research projects, although research funds could be used to pay researchers, if the salary was too high, it would be easy to be targeted by the Commission for Discipline Inspection, which was not a joke. Ever since 2006, the research funding had been tightened. In 2014, after Aurora was named by the Central Inspection Group, research funding became a very serious issue.
As for how serious it was, everyone who had helped their boss fill out forms knew …
Also, no one would be stupid enough to jump from Lu Zhou to his supervisor.
No matter what, an international "Nobel Prize-level" scholar was more attractive than Wang Haifeng, who was only a "Changjiang Scholar". Therefore, Wang Haifeng didn't even consider this idea. Instead, he asked Liu Hong to come and see if he could get some information out of Liu Hong.
Honestly, this was the most inefficient method.
When Liu Hong arrived at the Institute of Computational Materials, he was hesitating on how to complete this almost impossible task. Suddenly, someone called him from behind.
"Hey, what are you doing here?"
Liu Hong was startled by the voice, and he immediately turned around. He saw a PhD student standing behind him, and it seemed like he was here to work.
"I …"
Just as Liu Hong was racking his brain to come up with a reason, the PhD student looked at Liu Hong and suddenly seemed to understand something. He asked.
"You're here to recruit?"
Hearing this, Liu Hong was overjoyed. He quickly nodded and continued to speak.
"Yeah, yeah! I heard that you're hiring researchers, so I'm here to apply. "
The doctor smiled and said, "You really came to apply? But it's not that easy to get in here. Where did you graduate from? What's your education background? Why did you bring so many resumes and materials? "
"Dr. Zhi … I didn't bring my resume. I'm just here to take a look. I haven't made a decision yet." Liu Hong smiled embarrassedly and made up an excuse.
"Zhi University, not bad, not bad. Zhi University's materials department is quite strong," the doctor nodded and said, "However, it's still a bit worse than us."
Liu Hong wanted to curse, "Bullsh * t," but he quickly remembered his mission today and swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.
Not wanting to waste any more time on this topic, he quickly changed the topic.
"How is the treatment here?"
The PhD student looked at Liu Hong suspiciously. Did this guy not even look at the recruitment notice when he came to apply for a job? The treatment was clearly written on it.
However, he still answered the question.
"Different positions have different salaries. A PhD student at Zhi University … will earn around 12,000 yuan per month. As for research funding and patent rewards, that will depend on your capabilities."
12,000 yuan?!
When Liu Hong heard this number, he cursed in his heart.
100,000 yuan per year was not a high salary for people who coded. If they chose a good direction, they could easily earn 200,000 yuan per year. However, materials science was different, not to mention research positions.
Before becoming successful, whether it was a master's or a PhD student, they were all research laborers. When they submitted their resumes, the HR department would tease them, "It's hard for you guys to find a job in chemistry, right?" or "Do you want to work in sales? You need more people in sales. "
"… Is the treatment that good?" Honestly speaking, it was so good that Liu Hong was tempted.
"It's okay, but the treatment is secondary," said the doctor with a hearty smile. He said, "We have to have a long-term vision in scientific research. We can't always focus on the laboratory's salary. On top of that, our big boss is God Lu, the guy who won the Adams Chemistry Prize. Our boss is also nutty, he did a postdoc at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology for two years. With a team like this, we don't have to worry about not getting a job. "
This team was nutty enough.
Even if he had to work for free for two years, he would be willing, let alone a starting salary of one hundred and fifty thousand … Anyway, his current salary and allowance totaled more than three thousand, which was no different from working for free. He wouldn't be able to stand out even if he was suppressed by his mentor.
Liu Hong swallowed a mouthful of saliva. His heart was filled with envy, and he suddenly felt a little upset.
People tend to compare themselves to each other.
When he thought about how he had to humble himself for a PhD, and how he had to work as cheap research labor for his supervisor, and how he had to work hard to write papers and reports, but in the end, he couldn't even get a second author, he felt very unbalanced.
At this thought, a crazy idea suddenly popped into Liu Hong's mind.
He had a long life ahead of him, there was no point in wasting time on an unworthy choice.
He gulped and asked tentatively, "I … have another question."
"Go ahead."
Finally, Liu Hong hesitated and asked, "Do you guys want a master's degree?"
Hearing this, the doctor looked at him blankly.
Isn't this guy a PhD?
…
Three days after the award ceremony, Lu Zhou's Weibo was flooded with a bunch of @'s.
His fans weren't happy that he didn't share the joy of winning the award on Weibo. They went crazy and tagged him on various blogs related to him.
As for the blog titles, they were all embarrassing.
[He's the first Chinese scholar to win the Adams Chemistry Prize?!]
[Shocking! The top award in organic chemistry was given to a mathematician!]
[From "1 + 1" to "Li + S", let's see what other people's geniuses are like.]
When Lu Zhou saw the 99 + messages, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
He clicked on it and saw that half of the messages were from him.
[God Lu, you've changed, you don't like to show off anymore.]
[I've been waiting for two days for God Lu's Weibo, I feel terrible.]
[Thank you, God Lu, I used to stay at the library until the afternoon. Ever since I got a new phone, I can stay at the library until it's closed. I can even go back to my dorm and browse Weibo on my phone.]
[God Lu, you're amazing!]
[…]
When Lu Zhou saw these comments, he was dumbfounded. He was in a dilemma.
To be honest, this act was too tough. There was nothing special about it. He didn't want to pretend.
However, the enthusiasm of his fans made it difficult for him to reject them.
After some hesitation, Lu Zhou finally smiled embarrassedly. He took a photo of his medal and silver watch, wrote a blog post, and shared this moment of joy with his fans.
Same old, repost for a lucky draw.
As for the prize, he would draw ten Huawei Mobile phones. This brand was safer, it was of high quality, and it didn't have any flaws.
Otherwise, he would be caught by the contrarians and put on a high hat. Even if he didn't care much about other people's comments, it would still be quite disgusting.
After he clicked "Send", Lu Zhou put down his phone and planned on reading it later.
Comments were like chives. Cutting them after they had grown would give you a greater sense of accomplishment.
Professor Sarrot was sitting across from Lu Zhou. He was leisurely sipping his coffee when he asked, "Speaking of which, did you book a return ticket?"
Lu Zhou thought for a bit and said, "I bought one when I came. It's in the afternoon, three days from now."
Professor Sarrot said, "You're not going to play in San Francisco for a few days? If I remember correctly, spring break isn't over yet. "
"I'm a professor, not a student. What does spring break have to do with me?" Lu Zhou paused for a second and said, "I remember you're a professor at Cornell University. Don't you have to go to class?"
"I have a teaching assistant, so I only have to go back a few times. Also, it's not uncommon for famous professors to have laboratories outside of the university. You don't have to stay on Cornell University's campus to cultivate good researchers. "Professor Sarrot had a bright smile on his face as he said," I prefer San Francisco! "
Lu Zhou smiled and said, "Really? I prefer the peace of Princeton. "
At that moment, Sarrot's phone rang in his pocket.
"I'm going to take a call."
Sarrot politely spoke to Lu Zhou and stood up. He took out his phone from his pocket and walked to the side.
However, as soon as he put the phone to his ear, his face changed.
In the end, his face had already become ashen.
Five minutes later, Sarrot ended the call and walked back into the room.
Lu Zhou looked at Sarrot and frowned.
"What happened?"
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