People are in Xingtie, and I am their dead white moonlight?

"Although such an error has little impact on most researchers, it is a devastating blow to those studying imaginary energy, dark matter, and spatial dimensions."

"We just encountered this problem. Based on the principle of the Bozhi Society that "all knowledge must be circulated like currency",

We have decided to share this set of models we have developed with you. After the discussion, you can take a look at them to see if there are any new ideas for those previously unsolved problems.”

Having said that, Jiang Mo did not continue speaking, but quietly observed the facial expressions of everyone present.

——Especially the originator of this theory, Hawkins, the chief scholar of the "Quantum History School".

As the face of the quantum history school, Hawkins' greatest achievement is the so-called Talent universal solution.

What Jiang Mo said was no different from slapping him in the face, which made him look unhappy for a moment.

But in order to maintain the demeanor of a superior in the Bozhi Society, he did not lose his temper on the spot. Instead, he looked at Jiang Mo with a half-smile and said softly:

"Hehehe...Are young people nowadays so arrogant?"

Here it comes, the trigger he needs has arrived.

"You brought this upon yourself... so don't blame me for not giving you face." Jiang Mo thought to himself.

Soon, he raised his head, still with that decent smile on his face. "Arrogant? I don't think so, Maester Hawkins. This is just a small suggestion."

Jiang Mo shrugged. "I'm not completely denying your achievements. I'm just correcting some issues that may exist in certain areas."

"As the chief scholar of the Quantum History School, you can't apply logic like 'not absolute loyalty equals absolute disloyalty' to a junior like me, right?"

After hearing Jiang Mo's words, most of the scholars present showed some astonishment. They seemed a little hesitant to believe what they heard.

What's wrong with this world?

How dare a fringe scholar point out the mistakes of an academic giant in public?

Doesn't he want to continue working in academia?

"Suggestions... But did you know that before you were even born, my theories had already been written into over seven hundred books?"

"Obviously, among these more than 700 books, not a single one is related to the three disciplines I just mentioned. Otherwise, this problem would have been discovered long ago, and you would have been able to perfect your theory earlier, right?"

Hearing Jiang Mo's words, Hawkins was stunned. A hint of anger appeared on the other half of his face that had not been mechanically modified, which formed a sharp contrast with the indifferent expression on the face that had been mechanically modified.

"Hmph, I admit you have some talent in academic research, but being too arrogant isn't a good idea...it'll affect your future development. This is my experience as someone who's been through it."

Hawkins spoke in a low voice, even emphasizing the six words "affect future development" deliberately, revealing the threat in his words.

Hearing Hawkins' words, Jiang Mo was about to say something when a scholar sitting quite far away from the podium slowly raised his hand.

He adjusted his high-height glasses that were about to slide down his nose, and then said timidly:

"I can prove that if we apply the latest standard values ​​from the dark matter school to the Talent universal model..."

"The deviation of the dark matter flow... would reach 15.8%. If it were the model provided by Mr. Jiang Mo... the deviation would only be 0.0013%..."

Hearing this, Hawkins turned his head sharply and glared fiercely at the fringe scholar who had just spoken, like a beast choosing its prey.

As if realizing that his last fig leaf had been ruthlessly torn off, Hawkins stopped pretending completely.

He slammed the table in anger. The gilded tabletop began to crack under the strong impact of the mechanical prosthesis, and it showed signs of crumbling.

"What do you mediocre people know!? When I was calculating data in the abandoned space station, you were still—"

"When you tampered with the data, you used an old-fashioned photon pen~" Before Hawkins could vent his emotions, Jiang Mo spoke abruptly.

After hearing Jiang Mo's words, the conference hall, which had been noisy due to the remarks of the fringe scholar and Hawkins's anger, suddenly became quiet.

Hawkins looked at the young man standing on the podium in disbelief, as if he didn't understand how all the dirty things he had done before were dug up by this young man.

Theoretically speaking, it is impossible for Jiang Mo, at this age, to know what Hawkins did when he was young, nor is it possible for him to know the scholars of that era.

But... the Jiang Mo standing here at this moment is the Jiang Mo from the future who knows how many Amber Ages later.

What's more, he is the head of the "Galaxy Politics and Law Department" in the Black Tower Space Station, which is responsible for organizing historical data and planetary political culture.

People in this position usually know a lot of secrets that others don't know.

And those scandals about Hawkins...he learned about them when he used his position to make his life less boring.

"Come on, let's make this fire burn brighter~"

Looking at the man in front of him looking at his mechanical eye in disbelief, Jiang Mo raised the corner of his mouth.

—The arc called "joy."

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The humor-sensitive skin reviewed it and changed a lot of words before releasing it to me.

Chapter 45: Candy Rain (Part 2, 5.8k)

Feeling the shocked or horrified gazes from the audience below the podium, the smile on Jiang Mo's face grew even more intense.

He could feel something stirring in his heart, as if something was urging him to continue speaking, to ignite all the public opinion here, and to ignite the flame of "joy".

This was just a memory bubble. Anyway, all the information about Hawkins in his mind came from the trial log published by the Society of Knowledge. What was there for him to worry about?

Since you can't stand their attitude towards you and Black Tower, which is like treating commodities, then fight back!

Since we can’t stand these so-called top scholars using the banner of “knowledge should be circulated and shared” to reversely monopolize computing power and academic data, then we should fight back!

Since you can't stand these vultures circling over the Iron Throne of the four great issues, then fight back!!!

I'm so tired, so alone

Thinking of this, the smile on Jiang Mo's face became more obvious. He then picked up the transmission terminal above the podium and placed the matching consciousness patch next to his temple.

Although the so-called "Global Academic Discussion Conference" is just an "auction" disguised as an academic discussion, since it is disguised as an academic discussion, it must have the most basic facilities.

The consciousness patch can help the wearer fully visualize the thoughts and images in his or her mind, allowing scholars who are not very good at expressing themselves to have the ability to fully explain their own topics.

And this feature means...it can become a "memory projector", fully displaying the image that the wearer wants everyone to see.

Although the authenticity of the images shown is questionable, it is enough for the situation at the scene where only a little spark is enough to ignite the conflict.

not to mention...

"The images I showed are real." Jiang Mo gently tapped the consciousness patch next to his temple, and a holographic image instantly appeared on the white curtain behind the podium.

In the picture, young Hawkins was yelling at his assistant who was busy in front of the test bench.

"Adjust the entire seventh set of experimental data upwards by 10%. Those old guys on the review committee didn't even bother checking the original records!"

"But, but, Mr. Hawkins, this is against academic ethics—"

"Who cares about morality or immorality! This is the only way we can maximize profits with minimal costs. What do you know?!"

Dead silence.

And at this moment, a line of small words like footnotes appeared in the lower right corner of the holographic image. It was a note from Jiang Mo.

[Note: This video was shot using iris dynamic encryption technology. The original storage number is SW-7XQ92 and is currently stored in Area B of the "Quantum History School" underground archive.]

Looking at all this appearing on the screen in front of him, Hawkins' eyes began to tremble and the expression on his face was as if he had seen a ghost.

"This is fake! You're slandering me! The images displayed by the consciousness patch are inherently fictitious!"

Hawkins' chest heaved violently, and then he shook his head nonsensically, as if he was racking his brains to come up with a word that could calm the storm.

After all, what he just said...even he himself couldn't believe it.

Although the authenticity of the images displayed by the consciousness patch still needs to be considered, it is something that comes directly from the wearer's consciousness after all.

Even if it is fake, one must have a basic concept to produce video material of this level.

But for a young scholar born three Amber Ages later than Hawkins, it is certainly impossible for him to have personally witnessed such an ancient and hidden secret...

So, after a simple process of elimination, there is only one answer left - he has really seen this video footage.

Only this possibility can satisfy the requirement of materializing a holographic image of this degree.

It seemed that everyone present realized this. They turned their heads at the same time and looked at Hawkins.

A series of gazes including questioning, sneering, shock and disbelief overlapped on Hawkins' body, and finally formed an invisible sword of Damocles above his head.

If he doesn't find a way to dispel the doubts in these people's minds and regain their trust, he will probably be completely liquidated.

Hawkins shuddered at the thought of the company's liquidation methods, and then he began to think with all his might about the words that could break this deadlock.

However...Jiang Mo will not give him this opportunity.

As the "cognitive authority" of most of the scholars present, he only needs to do one thing at this moment - to make the flame called the Second School War... burn even more vigorously!

Almost at the same time, the holographic image on the screen disappeared instantly, replaced by experimental record sheets from Hawkins' team.

Rather than an experimental record, it is more like Hawkins's "confession".

It started with the falsification of experimental data by Hawkins' team three Amber Ages ago, and ended with the chat records of a graduate student from the "First Truth University" who was banned for exposing loopholes in the universal model in an internal forum three years ago.

Of course, the most explosive thing is one of the slightly yellowed experimental logs - the date marked on it is exactly when Hawkins released the "Talent Universal Model".

On March 17, Professor Hawkins requested that all results below expectations be classified as "equipment error." I'm not sure if this is the right thing to do, but...

If I don’t do this, I won’t be able to graduate and continue my academic research...

The resources he controls are very tempting, no one can resist. I just, I just made a decision that most people would make... I'm not wrong...

The sloppy handwriting reflects the true state of mind of the recorder, and with just a few words it reflects the status of those marginal scholars from the founding of the Society of Knowledge to the present.

They have a passion for research that is a hundred times stronger than those academic cliques, but they are unable to research.

There are not enough research resources and computing power, and even many cutting-edge academic materials are very well protected by various major schools, which makes their research hindered at every turn.

It wasn't until the outbreak of the School War, the Ismaili March, and the sudden emergence of Parthivia that they relaxed their grip.

They gave the few grains of sand that accidentally slipped through their fingers to marginal scholars as diamonds, which temporarily calmed their anger.

However, a spark that has not been completely extinguished may always ignite a more intense flame in the next second, like...now.

As Hawkins' dark history was exposed to the public one by one, the eyes that were originally just suspicious or shocked gradually turned into anger and hatred.

In these evidences, they more or less saw their own shadows.

Those who followed Hawkins either kept their mouths shut forever to keep the secret, or were sent to prison as scapegoats.

——The fate of those who followed his arrangements was so tragic, let alone these marginal scholars?

This was the only thought left in the minds of most scholars present.

“You bastard…!”

Looking at the list of charges on the screen, Hawkins' eyes were bloodshot, and the look he gave Jiang Mo became extremely fierce, as if he wanted to tear Jiang Mo to pieces in the next second.

"I get it! You're not some scholar who cracked the solitary wave algorithm! You're a 'fictional historian'! You're using this to discredit an outstanding scholar who has made tremendous contributions to academia!"

Hawkins roared hysterically. Now he was not like the elegant scholar published in newspapers, but like a mad dog that bit everyone it saw.

"The Technology R&D Department is currently researching ways to combat fictional historians. Kidnap this guy! Let's take our research a step further!"

He waved his hand, and dozens of combat drones with the school's mark rushed into the venue from the entrance.

——Rather than capturing the "fictional historian" alive, this situation looks more like killing the person who knows the secret on the spot, as if to scare the monkeys with a chicken.

However, just when those black laser gun muzzles were about to lock onto Jiang Mo...an accident happened.

The drone that was running smoothly in the air suddenly began to shake abnormally, and the muzzle of the gun that had locked onto the target also began to shake abnormally at this moment, as if it was about to launch an indiscriminate massacre.

Looking at the extremely unstable muzzle of the gun, the other scholars present showed horror on their faces, and then they began to flee in all directions without caring about their scholarly demeanor.

But...things are not as bad as they think.

Almost in the next second, the high-intensity imaginary energy fluctuations that should have gushed out were replaced by countless colorful candies.

Countless candies fell from the sky, turning the original massacre into a candy carnival that could only be seen on Halloween.

"What is this...?"

Jiang Mo raised his head in surprise, looking at the candy rain falling in front of him, with a look of disbelief on his face.

He was planning to ask Aha to come out to help, but in the end... you gave me a real sugar-coated bullet?

Jiang Mo turned his head slightly and looked at Hawkins, who was also a little dazed, and instantly realized that something was wrong.

"There's at least a third party involved in this matter, otherwise he wouldn't have that expression!"