847: C847 Forgive Me for Not Being at Such a High Level

C847 Forgive Me for Not Being at Such a High Level

Was there such a foolish person in this world?

If that was the case, then why did the Western countries have to firmly control the patent rights, monopolize production, and make a monopoly of their wealth after the invention of a new drug?

"Mr. Clinton, I don't think there is any conflict between public service and business interests. Moreover, the super organic fertilizer is not the result of my achievement alone. After this result was obtained, it had already belonged to the entire Chinese nation. "I think that I cannot share it. Please forgive me for not being at such a high level, but I cannot be unselfish and selflessly dedicated to the well-being of all mankind." Zheng Hao said.

Tom. When Clinton heard Zheng Hao's words, he knew that it was impossible for him to persuade Zheng Hao to sacrifice himself.

"Well, Mr. Zheng, if you don't want to change it, I guess your paper won't be published in our magazine." Tom. Clinton threatened.

"If it can't be posted, then forget it. I'll just look for other magazines. Maybe I can try Science and see if they want my series of papers." Zheng Hao laughed.

Nature and Science, these two magazines can be said to be the world's academic magazine of Taishan Beidou, occupy a very important position.

There was naturally competition between the two families as well.

Tom. When Clinton heard this, he knew that he didn't scare Zheng Hao.

He shook his head and said reluctantly: "Mr. Zheng, don't think about joining his family for now. How about this, I'll discuss it with my boss and then I'll give you a message, okay?"

"Well, I hope it's faster." Zheng Hao said.

"I won't keep you waiting." Tom. Clinton said.

After hanging up, Lee Yan came over to kiss Zheng Hao and asked, "Dearest, what did Nature say? I heard you say that if it doesn't work, you have to try another science. "

"Hehe!" That guy just told me about the public good and the risks, and he thought I should give up my private interests for the happiness of all mankind and give up the fruits of my superorganic manure. F * ck, do you really think I'm brain-dead? If I give away the fruits of my super organic manure for free, I'm afraid it's not farmers who will benefit, but the big capitalists, right? " Zheng Hao said with a sneer.

"That's really going too far. Zheng Hao, if that's the case, then it's fine even if your essay isn't published in Nature. " Lee Yan said.

"Well, to be honest, I'm tired of these Western academic magazines." Zheng Hao shook his head.

"Isn't academia like this? As long as the stench of copper came in, the atmosphere would definitely be extremely bad. This was very normal! It would be for the best if you saw through it earlier! " Lee Yan laughed.

"Come, baby, let's continue training." However, Zheng Hao threw Lee Yan back onto the bed.

"No, wait a bit. Maybe Nature will call you again. You'll still have to interrupt later." Lee Yan struggled under his body.

"Ignore him. We'll talk about it when the time comes." Zheng Hao had already begun moving.

"Mm, okay, okay." Lee Yan was immediately surrounded by boundless happiness. Her starry eyes were blurred as she panted tenderly.

But, Tom. Clinton called Zheng Hao, and he was a bit depressed.

He regretted that he couldn't excite Zheng Hao and then make the decision to share the super organic fertilizer with the whole world for free.

At this moment, the phone he had placed on the table rang.

Tom. Clinton looked at the caller and picked up hurriedly.

"Hello, Mr. Cook!" Tom. Clinton greeted him respectfully.

"Good morning, Mr. Clinton!" How about it? Has the Chinese man changed his thesis? " Jim. Cook asked with a smile.

"Mr. Cook, I'm sorry, but I've just called the Chinese man named Zheng Hao again. I hope he can revise his thesis as soon as possible, but he refused. He said he wouldn't share the core data, even if it couldn't be published in Nature." Tom. Clinton said.

Tom. The reason why Clinton wanted Zheng Hao to share the core data was because of Jim. Cook greeted him, and Jim Wu Steel wanted Tom. Clinton could do him a favor to get the super organic fertilizer into his hands. For this, Jim. Cook looked at Tom. Clinton offered a hundred million dollars in heavy pay.

"F * * k!" Damn it! Isn't this Chinese guy lacking in international spirit? But they were still socialist countries, so why was his mind so selfish? He actually wants to monopolize such a huge achievement! " Jim, Cook screamed helplessly.

"Mr. Cook, I'm really sorry. I really want to help you, but I can't." Tom. Clinton said.1

"Then that's good. Goodbye." Jim. Cook hung up as he spoke.

At this moment, Tom. Someone knocked on Clinton's office door.

"Come in!"

"Tom. Clinton shouted.

"Creak!"

The door opened and Joyce came in. Huck.

"Boss, please take a seat." Tom. Clinton quickly went around the desk and led Joyce to the sofa to sit down.

"How is it? You called Zheng Hao, didn't you? I heard you on the phone outside the door. Did you convince him after talking to him for so long? " Joyce. Hak said with a smile.

Tom. Clinton shook his head in frustration. "Mr. Hacker, I'm sorry, I can't convince him. He said that if we insist on having him revise his thesis, along with the core experimental data, he would rather not publish this series of papers in our magazine."

"I knew he wouldn't agree. That Chinese boy, he is extremely smart. How could he share such a big achievement for free?" Joyce. Huck said.

"So, are we going to agree to him?" Tom. Clinton asked.

"Agree!" "So what if I don't agree?" Joyce. Hak shook his head.

"Alright, actually, if I don't let him add those core data and details, his thesis would be perfect by now. There's no need to make any modifications." Tom. Clinton said.

"Un, then we'll just inform him directly and clearly. Just say that we agree with his request and don't make him change his script anymore. It'll be the same as before, just type it out and publish it!" Joyce. Huck said.

"Then I'll call him." Tom. Clinton said.

Joyce. Huck left Tom Clinton's office.

Tom. Clinton thought for a while and calmed himself down. He picked up the phone on the table.

He directly dialed Zheng Hao's cell number.

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