Genius of the Rules-Style System

Chapter 981: 492

Deng Bingcheng felt somewhat disheartened as he listened.

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Zhao Yi’s tone took a turn, "Science knows no borders, and after all, we’re both preparing to conduct research in neural transmission. It’s also possible to collaborate."

Deng Bingcheng immediately showed a delighted smile.

Zhao Yi paused, then nodded and said, "Collaborating on research is fine, but there are a few things that need to be made clear upfront. Firstly, the project was initiated by us, and regarding the results, especially the outcomes related to neural transmission, they belong to our laboratory, not the Affiliated Laboratory of Central North Medical College, although you can be named in the resulting papers."

Deng Bingcheng listened and nodded seriously. He didn’t care about this point at all, because he felt that neural signal transmission was an extremely challenging fundamental research area, and even if there were results, they would be minimal. Therefore, the ownership of the results was not worth discussing. Besides, the project originally belonged to Zhao Yi’s laboratory, so it was only logical for the results to be entirely theirs.

Zhao Yi then brought up the next point, "Although our research has many commonalities, there are also many differences. You are working on brain neuron research, which should be more inclined towards the medical aspect, right?"

"If there are outcomes related to brain neuron research, they will still belong to our laboratory. If there are medical-related patents, we will take eighty percent of them."

"As for papers, it’s up to whoever conducted the research to publish them."

"Additionally, we need to sign a confidentiality agreement."

Zhao Yi finished speaking and looked at Deng Bingcheng seriously. The demands he made sounded excessive, but in fact, they were completely reasonable because the research funding was provided by the laboratory and the Biomedical Research Institute. Research on brain neurons might cost several million more, and even if there was overlap in the research, it wouldn’t save much money. They were essentially providing Deng Bingcheng with research funds and environment.

If research institutions and enterprises collaborated, the terms signed would be similar, with the enterprise providing funding and owning the patent rights, while the research institutions are responsible for the research, only owning a small portion of the patent rights.

The other reason Zhao Yi demanded so much was also directly related to the process of producing results. freewebnovel.cσ๓

Although Deng Bingcheng was a leading neurologist in the country, the possibility of achieving results in brain neuron research was still very slim. However, the research process would be different with his assistance and guidance.

With his abilities, he could identify key aspects of the experiment, the results, and the data, which would undoubtedly be a significant help to the research. It might even be said that he was the key to producing results.

If it had been Gao Yihua, Zhao Yi would not have demanded so much. They were very familiar with each other, and Gao Yihua was also a professor at Yanhua University.

But Deng Bingcheng was different.

He was an outsider.

When conducting research with outsiders, it was necessary to agree on terms beforehand—to be a ’villain’ before becoming a ’gentleman’—to avoid conflicts and disagreements.

After hearing what Zhao Yi said, Deng Bingcheng frowned and thought carefully for a while, but in the end, he nodded and said, "Academician Zhao, I agree with everything you have said, but my research might incur additional costs..."

"Funding is not a problem!"

Zhao Yi waved his hand grandly, "Just state any requirements you have. As long as they are not too excessive, anything that can be done will be done."

Deng Bingcheng immediately felt a sense of relief.

"Funding is not a problem!" The very words felt magnanimously reassuring.

As a researcher who had long been vexed by funding issues, Deng Bingcheng felt an urge to weep with joy.

Any scientific institution that could support his experiments and provide sufficient funding was worth even unpaid labor.

...

Deng Bingcheng signed three agreements in a row, including a research collaboration agreement, a results distribution agreement, and a confidentiality agreement. He felt as though he had signed a contract of servitude, which even included stipulations regarding work hours.

For instance, he had to work over a thousand hours on the related projects.

A thousand hours!

Because he had his main job as a doctor, he could only work a maximum of three days a week, eight hours a day, which would take roughly a year.

Fortunately, there was another clause in the agreement stating that Zhao Yi’s laboratory and the Biomedical Research Institute would provide additional funding of no less than a million, along with an hourly wage of more than fifty.

"Fifty an hour..."

"Although it’s not much, consider it a bonus," Deng Bingcheng could only smile wryly. Compared to the average wage worker, fifty an hour was not bad, but for a top neurologist and renowned neurosurgeon like him, it was hardly enough.

Of course.

With the opportunity to perform research backed by funding and earn extra money on the side, Deng Bingcheng was quite satisfied with the agreement.

He was also looking forward to starting work.

The next day at noon, after wrapping up his hospital duties, he went over to the Medical Science Center to familiarize himself with the environment.

Arriving at the door of Zhao Yi’s laboratory, he saw a young man who appeared to be a student, carrying a large platter of enticingly fragrant hairy crabs, and placing it on a table in the outer room.

He also called out, "The chef from the canteen made it, it’s fresh out of the pot, eat it while it’s hot!"

Deng Bingcheng took a look at the platter and saw that among a dozen or so hairy crabs, there was also a ’king crab’. Smelling the aroma, he swallowed saliva and asked the young man, "This is...?"

"Lunch!"

Fan Lei said cheerfully and then proactively shook hands with Deng Bingcheng, "My name is Fan Lei, logistics at the institute. You must be Doctor Deng Bingcheng, right? If you need any help with living arrangements while working here, feel free to ask me."

"Yes, okay."

Deng Bingcheng nodded and continued to ask, "This is lunch? The laboratory’s lunch?"

"Yes. Why? What about it?" Fan Lei asked back with a puzzled look.

"Oh, nothing, just asking."

Deng Bingcheng tried his best to suppress his shock and prevent himself from looking like a ’country bumpkin’, while inwardly pondering, "If I had known that this was the standard for the working meal, I wouldn’t have gone back yesterday. No wonder the Biomedical Research Institute is the best in the country; this is how to treat research staff!"

"I thought Central North’s benefits were good, but it seems my perspective was limited."

"What a life of poverty that was!"

"Maybe..."

"Resign? Look for opportunities here? I am a brain neuron specialist; working in the Medical Science Center would align with my expertise, right?"