Chapter 14 — After I Resigned, the Whole Academic World Upraised

“Who dares bring office politics into my lab...”

My eyes instantly turned cold.

“Then I don't care who it is.”

“Don't care what the background is behind.”

“Please immediately.”

“Get out of here.”

“My team doesn't raise useless people.”

“And don't raise miserable people.”

I stopped for a few seconds.

“What needs to be said.”

“I said it all.”

“I now officially declare.”

“Superflexible Silicon Carbide Fiber Crystalline Composite Materials Project.”

“Official launch.”

“Ly Triet.”

The two of them stood up at the same time.

“You two will take on the position of co-leaders of phase one.”

“Within three days.”

“I want to see the complete simulation report.”

“The rest.”

“Freedom to team up according to your expertise.”

“All-out coordination.”

“The meeting is over.”

I turned around and walked down the podium. The entire hall was still as quiet as paper. Everyone was still absorbed in the speech just now. When I got to the door. Suddenly thunderous applause rang out from behind. Lasts endlessly. I locked myself in the office. Don't care how people will be divided after the meeting. How to coordinate? I gave them direction. Give them goals. Also give them pressure. I trust Ly Triet. He is a student I trained myself. Resilient. Extremely strong execution ability. I also trust Lam Dao. A top talent of Thanh Hoa. Flexible mind. The theoretical foundation is extremely solid. The collision between the two of them. Like Mars hitting Earth. Or fall apart together. Or create the brightest light. I need to give them space. At the same time, you also need to give yourself some time. To deal with the last remaining dust particles from the past. I turned on the computer. Inside were more than ten unread emails. The senders were all colleagues with whom I was previously quite close at University A. I opened each letter. The content is almost the same. They told me about the terrible changes that University A had to go through in the past few days. Principal Vuong was suspended under investigation. I heard that in just a few days my hair turned white. Every day living in a state of depression. Vice Principal Liu and Zhou Zhiyuan were officially arrested. The charges include embezzlement. Misappropriation of public funds. Academic fraud. The amount of money involved is so large that one may have to spend the rest of his life in prison. The joint investigation team is continuing to expand the investigation. Every day, leaders of administrative units are called to work. The entire University A was engulfed in a tense atmosphere. Everyone is insecure. The Materials industry became the area most heavily affected. After my team and I left. More than half of national-level projects immediately stalled. The remaining professors are completely incompetent to take over. Teaching and research work is almost paralyzed. Many excellent students who intended to continue their graduate studies at the Department of Materials have applied to transfer to other departments. The golden plaque once made University A most proud. Completely collapsed. In the last email. An older professor who had a good relationship with me wrote:

“Hua Tinh.”

“You went right.”

“You also walked beautifully.”

“You are like a blade.”

“Rip open the magnificent robe that has long been gnawed on our bodies by parasites.”

“It will hurt there."

“But maybe that's it.”

“Only University A really dares to cut off the rotten meat.”

“Just had a chance to be reborn.”

“It's just a pity for the lecturers and students who remain.”

I read that letter over and over again. Don't say a word. Because I know. I never wanted to destroy University A. What I wanted to destroy. It's just people who turned that place into rot. As for those who are truly academics. Students are trying for their future. They were never at fault. But sometimes. Wanting to cure a disease that has penetrated deep into the bone marrow. Then first. Must accept pain. I don't reply to any emails. Feeling sorry? Maybe a little bit. But regret? Not even a little bit. During the past ten years, when most of those people chose to turn a blind eye to injustice, chose to stay silent, accept, and even participate in the collective oppression against me. Then they should understand that. There will be a day when the price will be paid. I have never been a savior. I'm just an ordinary person pushed to the edge. And when there's no turning back. I choose to protest. I turned off my mailbox. Just as he was about to start handling work, the red phone on the table suddenly rang. The bell rings briefly. Solemn. Made my heart suddenly skip a beat. I took a deep breath. Then pick up the receiver.

“Professor Hua, right?”

“I'm Tran Binh.”