"Jian Gao, Jian Gao, are you missing a screw in your head? Do you really not understand what it means when Qiao Ze asks you to complete the paper and then translate it? That's a blessing that others can't even dream about, yet you're always thinking about pushing it away? I've told you so much before; did none of it sink in?"
Under the twilight sky, Xu Dajiang muttered in frustration.
Li Jiangao hung his head, too lazy to make a sound.
He wasn't stupid; he quickly realized what Qiao Ze and Xu Dajiang were getting at.
But this was a bit too much.
What qualifications did he, Li Jiangao, have to sign his name on the paper that solved the Riemann hypothesis? That would be a joke on an international scale.
It would be a different case if he had actually contributed something significant, but proofreading a paper and then translating it into English? Any doctoral student in the institute could do that. If such minor assistance warranted a signature, it would be far too lax.
