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J.P. Morgan & Company.

"Friedrich Karl. Messerschmitt," Morgan slowly raised his head behind his desk, his piercing eyes looking directly at his spy, "I'm curious about your whereabouts over the past few months. Tell me, where are you and why is there no news at all? ”

"It may be a bit long to say, Mr. Morgan. To put it simply, I've been in the Nevada desert. Messerschmitt nervously changed his posture in his chair - the thought of Nevada and the Area 51 base made him feel extremely uncomfortable, as if he were still in the dry, hot desert, surrounded by sand.

It's a terrible feeling.

"It was definitely the worst place I've ever been." He added.

But Morgan didn't care, he didn't even perceive Messerschmitt's feelings: all the attention of "His Majesty the Emperor" was focused on the things he mentioned. "Are you in the Nevada desert? Why? ”

"Qin Lang has built a base there." The Spy explained.

"A base. What is it used for? ”

"It's not clear. It is said that its construction progress has been far behind schedule. However, my mission is clear. Shrugging his shoulders, he said, "I trained a bunch of spies there for Umbrella." ”

"Spies?" Morgan seemed a little surprised, "Qin asked you to train spies?" ”

"Yes, Mr. Morgan." Messerschmitt smiled nonchalantly, "Personally, I think he seems to have been upset by the Japanese spies who were investigating him, and he was going to use a group of spies to cause a little trouble for the Japanese. ”

Now it was Morgan's turn to frown—perhaps because he had spent so much time in the hot, dry Nevada desert, and Messerschmitt seemed to have lost most of his judgment to the obvious fact that a brilliant and talented professional businessman, an arms dealer and mercenary chieftain like Qin Lang, would never have started cultivating his own spies simply because he was being investigated by Japanese spies—it was a great waste. It is absolutely certain that he has a more long-term purpose, a secret plan that is not known for the time being.

Morgan wanted to know about the secret plan. However, this was the task that Messerschmitt should have undertaken, but now he didn't know if Mr. Spy would still have a role to play: if he returned to California and was sent to the Nevada desert and stayed there...... Wait a minute.

"How did you get out of that desert?" He asked.

"At the beginning, I told Qin Lang that I could use my method to solve some of his troubles." Of course, this is just an excuse. After months in the Nevada desert, Messerschmitt finally came up with a way to connect with Morgan: radio. Area 51 had a radio produced by Westinghouse Electric, and he happened to know its operating frequency, so there was only one thing he had to do, so that Morgan knew about it as well.

But to do so, he had to find a way to leave the Area 51 base, leave the Nevada desert, and return to New York, where the ongoing heated debate over the rights to the invention of the ammonia synthesis process and the combined alkali production process gave him an opportunity......

That's how it should be.

But in fact, Qin Lang did not accept his "kindness", and Messerschmitt's appearance in New York was entirely due to another reason. "He said he didn't need me to solve the problem for him, but he gave me a long vacation for a month."

"Friedrich, you're in luck." Morgan sighed.

"Because Qin Lang doesn't need any help to solve all the troubles and win the argument?"

"Because he's not in trouble at all -- of course, maybe he's not fully aware of it, but he certainly knows he's in control." He paused suddenly, his fingers tapping lightly and rhythmically on his desk, slowly recalling, and then, as if remembering something interesting, his lips curled slightly, squeezing out a slightly mocking smile, "In fact, everything going on is a trap. ”

A trap is not aimed at Qin Lang, but he is an important part of the entire "conspiracy", a tool, a chess piece. "Several universities in New England intend to deal a blow to their competitors with this, and professors want to see their peers at other schools embarrassed." Morgan explained to his bewildered spies, "And it is said that there are still people who are prepared to deal with Lutherans and Catholics." ”

Universities are never secluded from the world, and professors can naturally find some dark black ideas in their heads, and even at some point, they are no cleaner than politicians - of course, as the most knowledgeable group in the whole world, the war between scholars is not as bloody and full of corpses as other wars; Their battleground is in the academic field. Falsification, as a way to show that you are better than others, or to prove that someone else is fake, and to show the moral turpitude of a competitor, is the most common means, but if there is an opportunity to deal a heavy blow to an opponent without having to fake or prove that someone else is fake, who will let it go?

Qin Lang is an opportunity.

"All the people who attacked Chin and Miss Daubers overlooked how the Journal of the American Chemical Society and the Journal of Science could have published that article without confirming his invention rights." The Emperor of Wall Street sneered with an all-seeing look. Despite the fierce battles among academics, despite the fact that some scholars falsify their research, the Chemical Society and the Society for the Advancement of Science are not an institution that allows people to mess around. As a manifestation of their authority, and in order to protect it, all articles must be reviewed with the utmost rigor to ensure that there are no obvious problems before they are published in journals - how could editors make the startlingly low mistake of allowing an unrelated name to appear in an article?

But this is ignored by all the attackers, some of them are blinded by strong racist feelings, some are selectively blind because of deep-seated prejudices, but the vast majority are simply misguided.

"If the editors really confirmed Qin Lang's invention rights, why haven't they been ...... Pitfall? Damn, they pit all those fools. ”

Morgan was delighted that Mr. Messerschmitt had finally regained his judgment. The editors of the two academic journals have so far not clarified the truth, and the Chemical Association and the Association for the Advancement of Science have not issued any statements, which is part of the trap. Their posture makes the fools who jump up and down mistakenly think that they are right, or that they support the "theory of racial superiority", when in fact the editors and the society have long been in collusion with several ancient universities in the Northeast......

No, they are all one and the same - for historical reasons, the Chemical Society and the Society for the Advancement of Science are in the majority of people from several prestigious universities, and the editors of both journals are almost all from these universities, not to mention that professors from several universities often help the editors review the papers that will be published.

They are one, which is why the whole thing went so smoothly: perhaps, the "conspiracy" began when Elizabeth sent the papers to the editorial offices of the two journals.

Everything is already very obvious, there is only one thing, which Messerschmitt has not yet figured out. But aren't New England professors worried about being ridiculed themselves? I mean, it's impossible for them to not publish anything like the editors, but if ......"

"They just didn't say anything. Almost no one in New England attacked Qin and Miss Daubers. Morgan continued to sneer, "There were some voices, but they were all 'unbelievable' - to be honest, I found it hard to believe. ”

Messerschmitt understood what Morgan meant, and in fact that's how he felt. Qin Lang was a brilliant businessman, but he was also politically excellent, and at the same time he was a firearms expert, and he was also very good at military affairs, and he also knew espionage techniques, and now there were claims that he was a good chemist - it is undoubtedly difficult and ridiculous to convince people that one person can understand so much, although he is.

"Fortunately, he wasn't a mathematician and a physicist, nor a musician or a painter." The Spy sighed.

"How do you know he's not? He has already surprised us so much, who knows if there will be more? Friedrich, I placed you by Qin's side just to see if he would be able to do that. Morgan tapped on the table, "Now, go to Philadelphia, I'm looking forward to his speech at the conference." ”

"I thought it was a certification meeting."

"It was just a perfunctory cutscene. Of course, Qin's personal speech is not the subject either, but I pay more attention to it. ”

Messerschmitter nodded, saluted Morgan, and turned to leave.

Philadelphia.

University of Pennsylvania.

Previously, Qin Lang had never been to the University of Pennsylvania, but he knew it well: the fourth-oldest university in the United States. Founded in 1740 by Franklin's initiative, the school has nine signatories of the Declaration of Independence and eleven Constitutions associated with it, members of the Ivy League......

Of course, there is no Ivy League yet...... At least there is no such thing as the term "Ivy League", and it won't appear until 1937 at the earliest. Of course, Qin Lang was also well aware that although there was no open alliance, secretly, several major universities in the northeastern region had formed an alliance against universities in the southern, central, and western regions.

There are also universities in Europe.

He knew it, because it was no secret to him. Despite his public attitude, the professors from the Ivy League universities, in line with the university professors from the South, Central and Western regions, as well as the special guests from Europe, showed him a dismissive look, sometimes with a little mockery and teasing, and even the Pennsylvania students who were responsible for leading the way for him......

"I'm sorry, sir," Qin Lang called out to the leader in front of him, "what's your name?" ”

With a little annoyance, a little distress, the student turned around - this was the third time he had introduced himself to Qin Lang. "David, David. Jones. ”

"David. Jones, nice name. Qin Lang nodded and smiled at him—even though Mr. Jones's name always reminded him of the "Flying Dutchman" Captain Octopushead. Then he went back to thinking.

Yes, Mr. Jones, and of course his college classmates, also behaved quite coldly like their professors, no one came forward to talk to him, no one took the magazine to him for autographs, just watched from the sidelines, no one even pointed a finger, but Qin Lang knew that this was just a disguise.

Disguise. He was sure, but not because of his predictive powers, but because before he left San Diego, several gentlemen from the University of Pennsylvania, Massachusetts Tech, and Princeton University visited him and Elizabeth, had a long conversation with them, and had gone away with a picture of him and Elizabeth - coincidentally, in Mr. Jones's backpack, he had come across this photograph printed on a copy of the latest American Chemical Research Review, And in the hands of a professor from Yale, he also saw this latest American Chemical Research Review

There must be something wrong with this, maybe it's a conspiracy.

Of course, Qin Lang is not worried about the conspiracy, unless the American Association for the Advancement of Science plans to send him to a laboratory for dissection to figure out why he was able to perform so well in many seemingly disconnected areas; And in fact, if there is any conspiracy, it cannot be aimed at him, because there is no need to do it at all, and going around in circles is a pure waste of time and at the same time tormenting the fragile nerves of racists. But if the Ivies' conspiracy is not against him, then it can only be against those colleagues who are still in the dark and stupid to see him make a fool of himself.

It's pathetic. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )