Tech startup: I really do make mobile phones!

Chapter 64, Teacher Chen? Um...
Xiao Liu tossed the notebook into her senior's arms and rushed through the corridor to stop Chen Mo.

Her almond-shaped eyes widened, and her willow-leaf eyebrows shot up: "Don't you know? Manually preparing gaseous electrolytes using the glove box integrated system takes 8 hours per batch. Why didn't you stop Teacher Jiang?"

Chen Mo remained calm, twirling the silver USB drive between his fingers.

"Senior Sister Liu! I've tried to persuade her." He spread his small hand, somewhat helplessly: "I couldn't convince her!"

Chen Mo hadn't expected Professor Jiang to be so stubborn!

He waved the USB drive in his hand: "But it won't take 8 hours. I have an environmental control model for the critical integration of a high-pressure reactor. It can produce a set of gaseous electrolytes every ten minutes."

Chen Mo raised an eyebrow at Senior Sister Liu, his tone filled with unquestionable confidence: "Want to verify this on the spot?"

As they got closer, Xiaoliu noticed that the person in front of her was wearing a Level 1 laboratory access pass, and her gaze lingered on him suspiciously.

How come such a young man like him has the same level one authority as Teacher Jiang?

"Wait a minute. You're not part of our group. What's your background?" Xiao Liu took a step back warily, the confidentiality training she had received from the National Security Bureau flashing through her mind.

Chen Mo was puzzled, but simply smiled innocently and nodded: "My name is Chen Mo, and I am indeed not a member of your experimental group!"

"You—" Xiaoliu's almond-shaped eyes widened suddenly: "No...you are the developer of gaseous lithium batteries?!"

She recalled that five days ago, Professor Jiang suddenly summoned three groups in the middle of the night to conduct that astonishing 30-second fast charging experiment.

The image of that gaseous lithium battery prototype is still vivid in my mind, and now its developer is standing right in front of me.

"My God! I'm so impressed with you! The charging efficiency of that gaseous lithium battery prototype completely overturns previous understandings of low-density ion mobility in energy science."

As a seasoned researcher, Xiaoliu naturally understands how rare such groundbreaking discoveries in materials science are.

This signifies the opening of a new fundamental property in materials science, providing a completely new perspective on vaporized ions to understand the world composed of materials.

In the future, more scientists may use vaporized ions to unlock the new potential of old materials.

"you flatter me!"

Chen Mo felt a little uncomfortable when his cold-faced senior sister suddenly lit up her eyes with starlight.

He pointed in the direction of the laboratory: "Senior sister! Professor Jiang is still waiting, shall we go over there first?"

"Okay, okay! I'll go with you!" Xiao Liu nodded hurriedly, leading the way with light steps: "My name is Liu Mingzhen, I'm 26 years old, Professor Jiang's assistant, and I've published three first-author papers in 'Natural Energy'."

There's no need for lengthy greetings between researchers; simply showing the number of SCI papers authored as the first author is sufficient.

The generally accepted ranking of the prestige of publicly published scientific research journals (SCI) is as follows:
Tier 1: Science and Nature.

Tier 2: Cell (Call), New England Journal of Medicine (NAJM), The Lancet (The Lancet).

The third tier includes the Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences of North America (PNES) and the Physics Review Letters (RPL).

Judging by her age, this senior student Liu graduated with her master's or doctoral degree at the age of 24 or 25. In just five years, she has published three first-author papers in the most prestigious core SCI journals.

Judging from her expression, neither of them cared about talking to Chen Mo.

To put it more vividly, if he were to take a position at a second-tier university, he would be directly called Professor Liu.

In the lab, you can call me Senior Sister Liu without any problem, but what should you call me when we go to a second-tier university?

She rattled off her resume in one breath, her ears slightly flushed: "So, I'm perfectly capable of being your assistant!"

This Senior Sister Liu is so formidable that even Chen Mo, a fake genius with the "system halo," feels somewhat ashamed.

The SCI paper he published during his undergraduate studies was in the third tier, the Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences of North America.

As for the value of this SCI paper, it's not that it's completely worthless, but rather that it's like finding gold in the sand.

The reason is simple: Professor Lin knows a foreign academician of the North American Academy of Sciences and can recommend Chen Mo's paper for fast-track publication, so that it can be published before Chen Mo graduates from his undergraduate studies.

While Teacher Lin is adding glory to herself, she is also paving the way for him, a win-win situation.

In any field, you should become famous as early as possible!
A researcher's fame means that, between two researchers with similar skills, the research resources and funding from their supervisors will be preferentially allocated to the one they know better.

Seeing the real research giants being so "cautious" in front of him, Chen Mo couldn't help but chuckle.

"Senior Sister Liu, please don't be so polite. Just call me Chen Mo!"

"That won't do! A teacher is someone who has achieved something; from now on, I'll call you Teacher Chen!"

Um... I don't know how to take photos! Judging from Liu Mingzhen's research, he doesn't seem to pay much attention to social news.

"Does Teacher Chen have any questions?"

"Uh, no problem!"

She quickly led Chen Mo towards the laboratory's changing room.

"There is a sequence to learning, and everyone has their own area of ​​expertise. As someone who came later, how could I possibly address you by your first name, Professor Chen!"

Liu Mingzhen patted his chest confidently: "Professor Chen, if you need anything in the lab in the future, just come to me!"

Well, Teacher Chen it is!
Chen Mo smiled and let her be.

Anyway, it wasn't intentional on Professor Jiang's end.

However, once Teacher Lin finds out about this, I'm afraid the two big shots will start arguing again!

Upon opening the door, the two found Professor Jiang asleep, leaning against the shoe cabinet, his nostrils flaring rhythmically.

Liu Mingzhen shushed him and quietly moved another shoe cabinet over to join the two cabinets together.

Chen quietly helped adjust the angle, and after the old man lay down, she took out a spare white coat and gently covered him to prevent him from catching a cold.

Liu Mingzhen whispered, "Here you go," and turned to toss a brand-new white coat to Chen Mo.

The two tiptoed over the sleeping Professor Jiang, and the explosion-proof door of the laboratory slowly rose in front of them, the slight hum of precision instruments mixed with the smell of reagents wafting over them.

In the laboratory of Group Three.

Wearing insulated gloves, Liu Mingzhen turned the valve on the autoclave. Amidst the clanging of metal instruments, she turned to look at Chen Mo in front of the control panel.

"Professor Chen! You can design such an ingenious control model. You are clearly more suited to a research career. Why did you choose to make mobile phones?"

Chen Mo's fingertips tapped rapidly on the keyboard, and the correction parameters for the synthesis environment kept changing on the screen.

"I guess they feel that turning the technology from the lab into something that everyone can use in their pockets would be more fulfilling!"

He suddenly recalled his grand pronouncements about promoting technological equality at a barbecue stall on the grasslands, standing on a stool, and a smile involuntarily crept onto his face.

"Technology shouldn't be something unattainable; it should change the lives of ordinary people. Only then will my life have been worthwhile."

A hint of admiration flashed in Liu Mingzhen's eyes as he inserted the temperature probe into the reaction port of the autoclave.

"That's a really cool idea!" As she straightened up, her white coat billowed in the wind. "Speaking of which, my idea might be even crazier—I want to become the first female academician born in the 90s before I turn 35!"

These words made Chen Mo pause. Compared to himself, her ideal was not so easy to achieve. He had the system to help him, but she did not.

Ms. Tu and Ms. Yan in later generations
Sigh... there are too many monks and not enough meat!

Being an academician is not just a title; it means dedicating oneself to a particular field for decades.

At critical moments, you alone represent the most advanced level of a discipline, and you must be able to shoulder a significant responsibility for the country in this field.

This is not just a matter of ability, but also requires a bit of luck and not too many competitors.

Of course, there are also cases where a master of cloisonné restoration suddenly passes away, and his half-baked student becomes a master in the field. It's all about timing and fate.

Ms. Tu and Ms. Yan were just a little unlucky in their selection process, as their competitors in the same field were quite strong.

"Drip drip"

Chen Mo looked up and saw Liu Mingzhen's almond-shaped eyes, beneath her eyelashes, shining with a sharp light as she watched the fleeting blue flame in the pressure vessel, which had not yet reached the critical conditions.

“This is not an easy road!” Chen Mo turned off the alarm, readjusted the parameters, and said seriously, “But I think you can definitely do it.”

Never discourage someone else's dreams; they are their own compass on the path of life, ensuring that you don't lose your way.

Outside the laboratory's observation window, researchers from three groups arrived one after another.

Seeing Liu Mingzhen tiptoe to hand Chen Mo tools, their shoulders almost touching as the two focused on their conversation, the young researchers exchanged glances and tacitly decided not to rush in.

If a few people looked closely, they could see that in Liu Mingzhen's almond-shaped eyes, there was no desire for love, only a thirst for knowledge.

Liu Mingzhen's address of "Teacher Chen" wasn't for nothing. Even if he couldn't teach photography, he should at least be able to learn something new from Chen Mo!
(End of this chapter)