Mr. Sigurdsson is sixty-two years old, a physicist who serves on the Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences.

At the same time, he was a staunch liberal, and a vegetarian.

He advocated for the acceptance of refugees, refused to use furniture made from non-environmentally friendly materials, and lived in a small house with a garden on the outskirts of Stockholm.

Although he owns a Volvo hybrid car, he still commutes to work by bicycle every day.

Only every summer, when he takes his wife to the holiday home, the Volvo car is driven out to bask in the sun.

Mr. Sigurdson has a scar on his forehead when he was cornered by three Pashto-speaking young men on a cold night, forced to hand over his wallet and cell phone with a fruit knife, and beaten him.

When it was discovered that Mr. Sigurdson was using an old-fashioned Nokia phone, the three Pashto-speaking young men were furious, scolded him for being an old bastard, and slammed the old phone as hard as a brick on his forehead.

Since then, it has left that dark red scar.

The next day, Mr. Sigurdsson angrily appeared in Congress to protest the lack of love and care of this depraved country, which had taken in refugees without giving them enough money to spend them, so that young people would take risks in the dark.

For the three Pashto-speaking young men, Mr. Sigurdsson was filled with compassion and guilt.

"We're doing so badly, why can't we give more of our social welfare to the refugees? Refugees are kind people who need compassion and love, and if they have enough welfare, they will never offend an elderly person like me. ”

All in all, Mr. Sigurdsson is such a man of great sentiments.

One day in September, he rode his bike to the office, as usual.

Anderson, the assistant, excitedly handed him a stack of photocopy paper.

"Sir, take a look, this is a journal called Xingchen, which contains papers on energy wave technology, and they even invented an energy transmission chain that can be switched at will!"

Mr. Sigurdson frowned angrily, "I must point out that copying other people's works at will is a serious act of piracy, and I refuse to accept it!" If we need this academic journal, why not buy one? ”

Anderson hurriedly said, "Sir, Xingchen is only available in the Huaxia region. ”

"Then let the Academy of Sciences' office in Huaxia rush back by mail after you buy it."

Anderson blushed, "Sir, you don't know, Xingchen is a Chinese periodical, even if it is mailed back, we can't read it." ”

Mr. Sigurdson frowned, his mustache curled, "What's the matter, academic papers are published in English, this is the practice of the world, energy wave technology is the hottest topic in the scientific community at present, they don't even publish English papers, don't they even care about the Nobel Prize?" ”

"It's September now, we give the awards every October, and this year they certainly won't be able to catch up, but next year they still have a good chance, if they're willing to perform well and find enough nominees."

Mr. Sigurdson muttered, but he caught a glimpse of the copy paper that his assistant had brought and it was all in English, so he asked curiously, "Didn't you say there is no English version?" ”

"This is a translation from Stanford University." The assistant explained.

"Translating someone else's work without consent is also a serious desecration of intellectual property, and they don't even understand it because Stanford University is still the world's top research institution? It's not like that, you know, I've been the most opposed to intellectual infringement in my life. ”

The assistant felt aggrieved and helpless, so he had no choice but to tell the truth to Mr. Sigurdson.

"According to the news from Huaxia, there will be no English version of Xingchen Journal, not now, and not in the future." Anderson, a young man, said, "Not only Stanford University, but also the Chinese academic community, the world uses pirated copies, and there are hundreds of translated versions, but none of them have been authorized." ”

The upright Mr. Sigurdson almost took the case and respected copyright, which is the minimum ethical standard of a scientist.

The whole world is pirating the journal of the stars?

It's a shame!

Anderson paused, "Moreover, Xingchen Technology, which researches energy wave technology, has publicly declared that they will not apply for the Nobel Prize. ”

Mr. Sigurdson's eyes widened, he couldn't believe his ears.

The Nobel Prize is the highest honor for scientific and technological workers in the world, the temple of science, and anyone who is awarded the Nobel Prize should be moved to tears and grateful to the award committee.

And the theory and technology of energy waves, which are not going to apply for the Nobel Prize?

For a while, the old gentleman felt dizzy in his brain, and he didn't know if the world was changing too fast, or if his high blood pressure had flare up again.

"Shame is the bottom line of a scientist!"

"I refuse to read a pirated journal, let alone an unauthorized translation!"

"Take it off my eyes! This is an insult to me! ”

"I'd rather go to hell than allow anyone to insult my honor!"

Mr. Sigurdson let out a rare roar, and young Anderson had no choice but to leave his office with the illegal pirated books in his arms.

After Anderson left, Mr. Sigurdson paced back and forth in his office, looking confused and agitated.

It is incomprehensible that a well-known scientific study that has changed history should not even bother to apply for the Nobel Prize, and that they do not even bother to send an English version of the paper.

From early morning to noon, and then to late afternoon.

Mr. Sigurdson had no intention of working, and when he opened the webpage, scientists all over the world were talking about energy wave transmission technology, but he was the only one who knew nothing about this amazing research.

The soul suffers from pain, the desire to know the truth, and the honor and morality that Mr. Sigurdson values most, and wrestles frantically.

At dinner, his wife made his favorite vegetable balls, but he couldn't eat them, so he changed into his tracksuit and went for a jog in the park.

But exercise did not calm Mr. Sigurdson, who lay in bed in the middle of the night, with his eyes fixed on the ceiling, unable to sleep for a long time, and heard his wife's snoring in his ears.

"Hell! I can't stand it anymore! ”

Mr. Sigurdson shouted, jumped out of bed, rushed into his study, turned on his computer, and searched for an illegal translation of the Etoile Journal.

His wife woke up from a dream, thinking he had a sudden mental outburst of some kind and almost called an ambulance.

Fortunately, Mr. Sigurdson soon found what he was looking for, and the whole world was looking at piracy, and illegally translated papers were already everywhere.

His eyes were always on the screen, and from the wee hours of the morning until the early morning, Mr. Sigguldson did not leave his study, did not drink a drop of water, and his full attention was drawn to the wonderful content of the paper.

When the sun rises again and caresses the land of Northern Europe.

Mr. Siggudson let out a sigh of relief, and he had finally come to his conclusion.

"Well, it smells so good!"