Qi Yun quietly listened to the two old men talk for a long time, without feeling any surge of passion, always maintaining a calm expression, and finally just shook his head lightly.
"I'm sorry, gentlemen. I have great respect for you both, and I really want to contribute to the country's scientific research, but please forgive me for not being able to agree to your request."
"As the old saying goes, 'When successful, one strives to help the world; when unsuccessful, one focuses on their own well-being.' I am still just a poor man without such high ideological awareness."
At this point, his attitude was very clear.
Wei Xueming and Yu Qixuan exchanged a glance, both sighed helplessly.
Yu Qixuan remained silent for a moment, then spoke slowly, with a hint of earnestness in his voice: "Qi Yun, we understand your thoughts.
