433 Sister Ran: I Have Considered I

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Once they picked up, the editor-in-chief asked anxiously, “What’s the result?”

“We did two experiments. One was 49.2%, and the other was 51.3%,” on the other end, a professor from Continent M’s Research Institute said in a serious voice. “Which team made this compression study? Do you have their contact information?”

The content of this issue had yet to be finalized. Although the editor-in-chief and the executive editor had worked overnight and waited from the morning until now for the phone call, they were still energetic and didn’t seem tired at all.

The results of each experiment differed due to the deviation of the quantity and various unavoidable factors.

But even the lowest experimental result of 49.2% was much higher than 42%. This was undoubtedly a huge breakthrough in nuclear energy.

The editor-in-chief sat down and exhaled deeply. “I don’t know his specific contact information, but I’ve already sent an email. If he replies to me, I’ll inform you immediately.”

The professor hung up.

Every time, the editorial department received mostly articles in the ordinary class, and only 10% of the research papers reached the second- and third-class. As for the first-class, basically, only the professors at the research level could reach it, and only one was selected among hundreds.

The first-class article was placed on the cover page and published simultaneously in various subcategories and newspapers.

It happened once in a blue moon.

Sometimes, not a single article could be found in a month.

Fewer than 20 were published in a year.

After a first-class article was published, the smallest impact factor was about 9.

The academia evaluated a person based on the SCI papers, but based on the SCI system, a first-class article was also necessary to support his authority.

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“Yes, first-class. Very few people in the Physics world have broken the energy limit.” After reading through all the emails, he took a deep breath. “This article will shake up those research madmen and the Physics laboratories… Qin Ran… That’s strange, I can’t find any news about her. Is she a newcomer in the Physics world?”

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The editor-in-chief was now full of doubts.

His phone suddenly lit up, and before it rang, he directly hung up with quick reflexes.

He looked down and saw that it was from an unregistered local number.

He thought for a while, softly opened the door, and then closed it behind him, making sure that Qin Ran was still asleep.

He clicked on the phone number and called it again.

“What’s the matter at this time?” Cheng Juan lowered his voice even though the door was already closed. He took a few steps back and stopped by the pillar, glancing at the window and slowly speaking.

The old voice on the other end spoke in a rather slow and respectful voice, “Is it convenient for you to come to the museum now?”

Still looking at the window, Cheng Juan’s voice was lowered. “Not now.”

There was a pause. “Then… when is it convenient?”