Beijing, Shuimu University, a certain laboratory.
Only when the person on the other end of the phone repeatedly insisted they weren't joking, and really wanted to stay at Baiyeji and work like a horse at the forefront of world technology.
Zheng Qiu finally realized...
There's a kind of pain called throwing buns at dogs...
This time, the mole-playing game backfired.
He never expected that his top disciple, who had vowed to stay at the university with him, continue working in the lab, mingle in the academic circle, and inherit his legacy, would be persuaded to sell out.
At least Liu Jianming was a mole for seven years, yet you switched sides in just over a month? Isn't that a bit too quick?
And the forefront of world technology?
Is my research not cutting-edge?
After much persuasion, explaining with reason and emotion, even many years of mentor-disciple relationship couldn't shake the disciple's resolve to leave the organization, so Zheng Qiu resorted to his trump card.
