Chapter 11: Fermentation
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
After returning to his room, Wang Yi also had time to log in to Twitter.
After a glance, he realized that there were already more than 200 reposts and hundreds of comments.
It had to be known that there was a 12-hour time difference between this place and America. Wang Yi had made his post when most of America was in the middle of the night. For a small transparent person, this was already quite a good number. It seemed that the title was quite a headliner.
Racial discrimination in academia, what a wonderful new battlefield.
Therefore, even if Wang Yi had a new account with zero previous posts, it would easily attract some interest and attention.
What's more, because the title was good and the rhythm was good, most of the comments below were on Wang Yi's side.
Although they could not understand the derivation process, they could understand the time when Wang Yi's manuscript was rejected.
All of them stood up for the injustice.
Many people in the comments did not even know what Science Magazine was. They even said that they would not buy this magazine or something to support it.
Many people's profiles showed that they were black people.
There were also many white people who supported him.
On the contrary, many Chinese posted comments condemning Wang Yi, accusing him of playing to the gallery and tarnishing the image of the Chinese.
Some people with a certain level of academic attainment, who at least knew what this was, had already begun to attack Wang Yi strongly.
"What kind of journal do you think Science Magazine is? Rejecting you so quickly is saving your time!"
"I've had the pleasure of publishing in the EI journal. The format alone caused my manuscript to be returned several times when I first published it, but I'm grateful to the reviewer for returning it. It allowed me to find my mistake as soon as possible."
That comments was relatively rational. It was reasonable and well-founded. Some of the other comments were not too polite.
"Go back and harm your own journals. Don't come here and embarrass yourself."
"I'm dying of laughter. Goldbach's conjecture has been proven again. A thesis on Twitter? You're really creative."
"Hehe, we worked so hard to raise our status and improve the public's impression of us, but it was people like you who made all our efforts go to waste. As expected, those who remained back in China are all (beep~)!"
"This is the holy land of the global academic world. It's a lighthouse where the top talents in the world gather. It's not like your rural corner. Don't bring ignorance from the countryside and pollute the eyes."
"Sure enough, I made the right choice to move abroad."
"That's right. Staying there will only lead to decay. What we need is the aroma of freedom."
These types of comments were more or less a little crooked, expressing great indignation, as if Wang Yi would harm their interests.
However, the previous user who claimed to have published in the EI journal had a new message.
"You don't say. The format of the thesis he published looks decent, but your workplace is too simple. Perhaps that's the reason. Also, your title is too exaggerated. As a non-maths professional, I know that this title is scary. If there's really any results, it's fine to write it in detail."
There were also some replies to his comment.
"Really? I can't understand it at all."
"It looks so amazing."
"However, it's too hurtful to reject such a long submission instantly. It's indeed discriminatory."
"From what you're saying, his thesis format should be quite standard, so they shouldn't reject it so quickly."
After quickly scanning through the comments, Wang Yi felt that this popularity was alright. He had retweeted many of them. Now, it was gradually becoming day in America. Due to the retweeting habits, there should be a huge wave of growth.
However, in order to add fuel to the fire, Wang Yi specially picked out the few guys who had the most intense replies.
It would only be easy to become popular if there were conflicts, especially with a small and unknown account like his.
Now, the tools were here…
Then, he chose some good targets and gave some simple replies.
"I heard that the place you live in is not very safe."
"You can't invite anyone to your family's party, right?"
'You weren't so heroic when you were robbed, were you?'
"…"
Wang Yi did not discriminate against workers. It was worth acknowledging if people relied on their own hands to earn money no matter where they were. When the forest was big, there would be bad birds everywhere. He could not kill everyone with one blow, but some people with the fanatical mentality of converts were more extreme.
This was especially true for people who had a strong contrast with their expectations after going abroad. They would do everything they could to prove that their choice was right.
Actually, under Wang Yi's tweet, there were many middle-class people who had good financial conditions, but it was precisely because of this that Wang Yi gave what they looked down on and disliked the most. In an instant, they were all blown up.
A series of replies appeared. Many people even attached some supporting photos. There were photos of parties at home, photos of houses, photos of golf, show cars, and watches. They wanted to slap Wang Yi's face.
There were also some who were really hit by Wang Yi's words and cursed.
In short, the fire was burning.
Even if some bigshots in academia might not have much time to pay attention to Twitter, Wang Yi only needed to try his best to light up the fire.
Now, the guy who had published in the EI journal had given some comments. As long as more and more people saw it, it would be enough.
After lighting another fire, Wang Yi continued to leave this place alone and slowly ferment it while he threw himself into the sea of knowledge.
There were already a lot of problems accumulated, but now that he had come into contact with more, he realized that there seemed to be more problems to solve.
'There's no end to learning. You're not lying to me…'
…
It was another fulfilling night. When it was almost dawn, Wang Yi closed his eyes and meditated for half an hour.
Perhaps it was because he had drunk a little yesterday, Liu Xiaoke went out a little late today. As for Ma Dong, Wang Yi could easily hear him snoring in his room.
With his alcohol tolerance, he actually kept beer at home. He was really addicted to alcohol even though he couldn't drink it.
However, the three of them had a much better relationship after last night's meal.
A familiar ringtone sounded. Wang Yi glanced at his phone and realized that it was Li Weida.
"Master Wang Yi, I'm already at Shudian City. I'm at the film studio now."
When Wang Yi heard his words, he was a little surprised. This guy came quite quickly.
"Let's meet at the Starbucks at the entrance of the film studio."
"Sure."
Since he had already arrived, Wang Yi naturally would not let him wait for too long.
At the very least, the other party had shown his sincerity.
Wang Yi bought a basket of buns downstairs and rushed over while eating.
After making a call at the entrance of Starbucks, he saw a fatty waving at him not far away.
The round belly looked quite comical in a casual suit.
Her face was also chubby, and when he smiled, his eyes could not be seen.
"Master Wang Yi, I didn't expect you to be so young. It's really unexpected."
Li Weida said with a smile.
"President Li is also very young. Your net worth is much higher than mine."
Wang Yi did not flatter him. Although the other party was wearing a suit, he should be in his early twenties at most. He was not much older than him.
At this age, he had just left school not long ago, but he could already take out hundreds of thousands of yuan to buy the copyright. It was a definite that he had to have more liquid funds.
Reality was not like the Internet, where per capita income started at a million yuan.
"It's just some support from my elders. It can't compare to your true ability."
Li Weida spoke very sincerely.
However, family power itself was also a resource and strength. It was even more important most of the time.
"Shall we go in and talk first?"
Wang Yi asked.
He had come all the way here. He definitely had the intention to buy it, but he had to confirm the quality.
However, Wang Yi was not afraid of the other party's quality check. As a Grand Knight, Wang Yi had a full sound range. He could even send out ultrasonic and infrasonic waves. If he wanted to confirm the quality, Wang Yi could do it himself. Wang Yi would definitely satisfy him…
-- Gift
received