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“It is precisely because he is a student, more uncertain and malleable, that he is more easily changed and misled, because the price he needs to pay is very small,” Martin Yong explained.

Then he added, "The result is also obvious. Even if Master leaves and Brother Liu and I leave, it will not have a particularly big impact on your teacher. He can still stay safely in Zhongnan Hospital."

"You can even stay there very well."

Fang Ziye found it hard to understand what Ma Dingyong meant by "good": "Teacher Ma, how do you know that Teacher Yuan is doing well?"

Fang Ziye did not use "master" to replace Yuan Weihong, but directly used "Teacher Yuan" because Ma Dingyong had used the word "master" to replace Professor Chu.

"Isn't that good enough?" Martin Yong looked at Fang Ziye seriously, wondering if Fang Ziye didn't quite understand the hardships of the workplace, which was why he felt that Yuan Weihong wasn't good enough at the moment.

Perhaps that's really the case. Fang Ziye is currently a genius. In the early stages of a genius's life, things often go smoothly, and they haven't yet experienced the harsh realities of society.

Society doesn't punish mediocre people; life doesn't spare ordinary people.

To have the opportunity to experience the harsh realities of society, one may need to meet certain thresholds.

"Teacher Ma, is it possible that my teacher could be doing better if none of this had happened?"

"Because of some things that happened in the past, even though my teacher is living like this now, it has taken a lot more effort, and even involved a struggle that is similar to the limit of one's life?"

"To put it more bluntly, this is comparable to murder for money," Fang Ziye said, mimicking Wu Xuanqi's tone and temperament.

Because so far, Wu Xuanqi is the most shrewd and relatively shameless person Fang Ziye has ever seen or encountered.

Shamelessness is not just a virtue, but also a psychological quality that allows Fang Ziye to say things with a clear conscience, things that can only be said when standing on a moral high ground.

These are words that would certainly not have been uttered without seizing this opportunity.

First and foremost, you have to be shameless.

Martin Yong's face twitched and he hesitated for a while before he said, "It seems that you, Xiao Fang, have learned your master's temperament and personality and made it your own essence."

"No, no, no, that's too cruel. I only took some things that weren't supposed to belong to me, but they were actually part of our team, and I'm a member of the team too."

"Moreover, if we don't take it, it might not end up in your teacher's hands, but rather be distributed to outsiders."

"And?" Martin Yong wanted to say something more.

But seeing Fang Ziye's eyes darting around seven or eight times while he was speaking, one could tell that Fang Ziye wasn't as absolutely upright as he appeared on the surface.

The fact that Fang Ziye could utter those morally condemnatory remarks from a high moral ground indicates that he is someone who, to a certain extent, can disregard the so-called aura of justice and refinement.

People who don't need a halo are often not to be trifled with.

"Xiao Fang, none of this matters anymore. So many years have passed, haven't they?"

What's the point of going further back in the investigation?

"Even if Yuan Weihong wanted to report it, he couldn't go back in time, just like I can't prove that I participated in these projects, did some experimental steps, or contributed experimental results."

"Yuan Weihong also has no way to prove that he did most of everything before."

"It's meaningless. After the article is published, as long as it's Professor Chu's team, as long as it's still the same contact address as Zhongnan Hospital, then it doesn't matter whether it's Professor Chu, me, Yuan Weihong, or my former senior brother Liu."

"It doesn't matter."

"Because of our previous collaborations, it has always been proven that we are a research team."

"It's like this: if your junior apprentice submits one of your articles but doesn't put your name on it, but does put your master's name on it, you can't report it!"

"Isn't it?"

“Since we live in the real world, let’s be realistic.” Martin Yong stopped trying to be sentimental with Fang Ziye and simply exposed the truth.

“Teacher Ma, since you’ve already admitted it, then I feel there’s nothing more for us to discuss.”

"We can split the bill for these teas! I can treat you too." Fang Ziye didn't even have the desire to invite Martin Yong for tea.

Faced with Fang Ziye's disgust, Martin Yong was not particularly angry. Instead, he said, "No, no, no, Fang, it is precisely because we have both spoken frankly and laid everything out on the table that we have a lot to talk about."

"Since it can be brought up for discussion, this is cooperation, also known as collaboration."

"When collaboration occurs, it becomes a large team. That's the power of a team."

At this point, Fang Ziye's voice pierced Martin Yong's throat like a fishbone: "So it's about taking it without permission, about forcibly taking it right in front of him, right?"

"Does Teacher Ma think that my teacher gave a vivid lesson, and since I, as Teacher Yuan Weihong's student, didn't participate personally, Teacher Ma also wants to give me a lesson?"

"Uh!~" Martin Yong's voice immediately froze, and a hint of gloom appeared in his otherwise refined demeanor.

That wasn't stealing!

"Xiao Fang, don't say such harsh things." Martin Yong's tone changed slightly.

"Okay!" Fang Ziye nodded. "Then if we cooperate as you suggested, Teacher Ma, and something like this happens again in the future, it certainly won't be considered theft, right?"

"If it's not theft, is it plagiarism? Or is there some other, more palatable term?"

"Well, actually, Mr. Ma, I'm not interested in the cooperation you're talking about at all, which is why I kept interrupting you."

"Moreover, you need to convince my teacher first, and then me."

"Of course, I can guarantee that even if you can convince my teacher, you can't convince me, because if you want to cooperate with me, your team might not be able to handle it, Professor Ma?" Fang Ziye said with a rather ruthless tone.

But in fact, Fang Ziye did this on purpose.

It's just disgusting.

"Teacher Ma, don't worry."

"First, the team I currently collaborate with is the least experienced, which is Associate Professor Hong Zili's team. However, Associate Professor Hong Zili is a very young doctoral supervisor at Zhongnan Hospital."

"Moreover, it is the doctoral supervisor's Ivy League school, and there must be a quota of his doctoral students every year."

"Perhaps, Professor Ma, your team is slightly inferior to Associate Professor Hong Zili's team. Otherwise, you would definitely be a full professor in your current institution by now."

"Of course, there are other teams that you don't need to know about, and I don't recommend that you inquire about them..." Fang Ziye stopped there.

Fang Ziye's words were somewhat insulting.

Martin said, "Xiao Fang, we can still achieve a win-win situation, because no matter how many teams you have or how many friends you have, having one more friend means having one more path."

"You understand what I mean. I just need to have my name on the signboard, it doesn't matter where it is. It will be of great benefit to me, but it won't be as beneficial to you or your teacher."

"Furthermore, even if you disagree, Xiao Fang, I can spend some money to have the company build such a model for me, and then I..."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye replied, "Whatever, Teacher Ma."

"But ideally, the company you're asking shouldn't repeat our methods, otherwise it would be infringement, because patents, since they exist, are meant to be applied for."

Fang Ziye didn't know if what he said was logically correct, but he was feeling great right now.

Fang Ziye even hoped that Martin Yong would recklessly barge into the laboratory he was going to, until he was battered and bruised, until he questioned the meaning of life.

After he broke through to him, he no longer dared to think about discussing cooperation, and he didn't even dare to plead with Yuan Weihong again.

Cooperation?

What right does Martin Yong have to talk about cooperation now?

This HK2-related project is a sub-project of the nursing home and energy metabolism group. What qualifications does Martin Yong have to talk about cooperation?
“Ziye, you are still too young, so you may not understand the significance of the cooperation I’m talking about.”

"Let me be frank, it could be a sum of money, or it could be several high-scoring articles; it's a gift exchanged between us." Martin Yong was still unwilling to give up.

After all, if Fang Ziye was willing to lend his name to the product, and it was indeed made by Fang Ziye, Ma Dingyong was over 95% confident that he could convince Yuan Weihong.

"You'll definitely be very satisfied, Xiao Fang," Martin Yong said confidently, glancing at Fang Ziye.

"I'm not interested in money. Although I'm short of money, I'm not that short. What I lack is clean money that can be earned in this era of making money."

"As for the articles, Professor Ma, what are the impact factors you recommend?"

"Is it as tall as BMJ?" Fang Ziye mimicked the cheeky tone of a tailor in a famous movie who said something as tall as a three- or four-story building.

"Hey!" Martin Yong's words caught in his throat.

BMJ is not a publication that just anyone can publish in.

It's fair to say that even in the most prestigious teaching hospitals in China, more than 90% of the professors probably haven't published anything this impressive.

“Professor Ma, you are an academic, you should know that once you reach the top in academia, it’s hard to come down. Once your vision is broadened, you generally won’t easily settle down, unless you have no other choice.”

"Just like after I published an SCI paper, I no longer felt that my previous CSCD publications were something to be proud of, or even something very ordinary, and I wouldn't think about publishing again."

"Later I posted in one section, and I didn't want to waste time posting articles in other sections."

"Later, I published in the Journal of Thoracic Oncology, and I felt that articles with an impact factor below 20 were not very meaningful."

"Later, I published in JAMA Oncology, and then I felt that it was not bad."

"But what about now?" Fang Ziye stopped talking.

Martin Yong's face turned ashen.

"But? Yuan Weihong, he?" Martin Yong was so shocked he could hardly contain himself.

He checked Yuan Weihong's resume and publications, but not Fang Ziye's.

(End of this chapter)