Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

It has to be said that Kanov's thoughts are really harsh, and there is really no better place in the world to read this than Professor Stanley.

After all, in a sense, this is no different than turning the paper around, resending it to the contributor, and letting the contributor save his own paper...

Binghamton University.

In some lab in the chemistry department.

Professor Stanley, who had just returned from class outside, casually threw the textbook in his hand on the sofa by the door, humming a cheerful little tune and walking to his desk to sit down.

ExxonMobil lost his chance to enter the lithium-sulfur battery market after that comparative failure a few years ago, as did his trust.

This double blow from career and self-esteem once caused him to suffer from depression.

But over the years, he gradually came out of that man's shadow.

Especially when he watched the results of his research on television, over and over again, his heart was almost completely untied.

Lose more than one to that man?

Materialism itself is a science full of brilliance, and some people don't necessarily get the results they want when they do one experiment, but others just happen to succeed once.

Even the '08 Nobel laureate for chemistry, Martin Charles, said, "Sometimes you can't trust the inherent experience too much, and if the experiment doesn't go well, throw the sample on the ground or on the table or in the water, and do it again, and it's basically going to work, no matter what the experiment is."

It is better for Professor Lu to hide as far away as he can from such a lucky person who is obviously well received by God.

Just as Professor Stanley was preparing to call his assistant to make him a cup of coffee, the assistant sitting at the desk suddenly said.

“Professor, you have an invitation to review from JACS. ”

Invitation to review JACS?

Kind of funny.

Professor Stanley replied casually: "Show me the paper printed out. ”

“Okay, Professor. ”

Looking at his busy assistant, Professor Stanley suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to make him a cup of coffee.

Hey, people are getting old and memory is getting worse and worse.

Forget it. Go get it yourself.

Sighed and shook his head, Professor Stanley stood up with an armrest, walked up to the coffee machine in the office and took the cup and poured it on himself.

Just as he returned to his desk, his student and assistant had brought the printed paper to his face.

Professor Stanley couldn't help laughing as he leaned against his office chair and drank coffee, sweeping the title of the paper.

Lithium empty battery?

And this is from some sleepless fool.

However, his gaze just moved down, and his eyebrows twitched like electrically shocked beetles.

The Ark!

“What bad luck...”

Whispering, Professor Stanley drank a sip of coffee, pretending not to see the name, and quickly looked at the abstracts of the paper.

However, this view does not matter.

As soon as his gaze touched the first line of the abstract, he just drank the coffee in his mouth, suddenly like a spray pot of flowers, sprayed a table.

“This shameful thief! Liar! Shameless! ”

Professor Stanley shouted with a loud cough and stood up from his office chair and photographed the coffee cup on the table, ignoring the hot coffee spilled on his clothes.

Scared by this string of angry drinks, everyone in the office was stunned, the atmosphere dared not breathe and bury their heads, only to use the leftover light to confirm the face of the professor.

Professor Stanley's eyes were filled with anger and he had to tear it all apart.

This caged carbon molecule!

He's so familiar!

Even if he burned the memory of the last 20 years to dust, he couldn't have forgotten that summer six years ago, when his academic journey to Green Cloud was tragically hit by Waterloo's carbon nanosphere!

“… When the oxygen purity of one side of the modified PDMS film is higher than 96.7% and one side is in an almost anoxic environment, the carbon nanosphere doped in the modified PDMS film will act as a porter to move the oxygen molecule from one side to the other. ”

“… this phenomenon is peculiar and the environment requires that oxygen concentrations decrease nonlinearly as the thickness of the modified PDMS material shrinks, I presume there are two possibilities for this peculiar phenomenon… Faq! This shameful... shameful...”

Professor Stanley, whose face was all red, couldn't think of any words to continue cursing, as if his breath was stuck in his throat, and he didn't gasp.

The assistant hurried forward and brought a glass of water into his hand.

One glass of cold water drinks, the breath does not come up, finally it goes down.

“Thank you…”

Breathing calmly, he sat back on his chair, looking again at the paper he pinched out of his pleats, and Professor Stanley's eyes filled with remorse.

He's been played.

It's not just that he's been played.

ExxonMobil was also played.

Although they were played once six years ago, they were tricked by a double-sided spy and turned dizzy. But what he didn't expect was that after six years, he was played again by this guy...

“Damn... why didn't I think of that...”

Grabbing his hair with remorse, Professor Stanley spoke to himself painfully.

Why didn't he try to add that caged carbon molecule to the polymer material and see what it would show in pure oxygen?

But if he has done experiments in this area and has extensive experience in the field of materials, he will surely find something unusual in it!

However, reality does not exist if that is the case.

Besides, the average person would not have a centipede of sudden wonder to add the results of research on lithium-sulfur battery experiments to the modified PDMS material without reason to study the handling properties of the material's surface oxygen molecules in a pure oxygen environment...

Meanwhile, while cursing the “thief” from China, he also selectively ignored that the model of the material was originally “stolen” from the Ark's Sarot laboratory...

Watching Professor Ray jump, the students in the office face to face, don't know what happened, don't dare ask.

Six years ago, most of them weren't here, some were still undergraduate, some even went to high school...

Looking at the emotional boss, the assistant standing next to the desk asked in awe.

“So... we reject the draft? ”

“No,” gasped Professor Stanley, rubbing the manuscript in his hand so hard, throwing it into the wastebasket next to him, “he passed! ”

Assistant: "…? ”

Students: “??? ”

Overdraft?!

Can you still swallow this breath when you're angry?

Looking at the boss with disgrace, he confirmed that he was not joking, and the assistant quietly went back to his desk and sat down and started editing the email replying to JACS.

Although the usual review process is not so fast, since the instructor has read the paper and decided to overwrite it...

Write down any applicable template for review opinions or anything.

Looking at the assistant who buried his head there, Professor Stanley, whose mood had gradually calmed down, whispered in anger with a voice he could only hear himself.

“Such an important achievement… Even if the Nobel Committee is not interested in material science, the judges of the American Society for Materials Research Award should still consider it. ”

Even if he didn't discover the properties of this caged carbon molecule in the modified PDMS material, if this thing really pulled the curtain of the lithium empty battery age...

It could still bring him some benefits.

Still so fucking angry!

But instead, the breath had to be swallowed.

It took more than a dozen deep breaths to calm down his soaring blood pressure, and Professor Stanley leaned on the office chair and barely compromised.

Seeing as that shameful groundhog put a quotation mark on him in his paper, I should be generous enough to curse him twice...