This business with the paper isn't over!
SLAM!
Xu Weidong's fist hit the factory director's desk, sloshing a few drops of tea from the enamel mug.
The old director lifted his bloodshot eyes, his gaze piercing from above his reading glasses. "What? Are you thinking of taking people to Country M to snatch it back?"
"That's exactly what I want to do!"
Xu Weidong pulled a stack of documents from his briefcase. "Look. The data curves in this paper from the *Journal of Metals*... even the error fluctuations are identical to ours! They just traced our charts!"
The old director took the documents, his finger moving back and forth between the two sets of data as his brow furrowed ever deeper.
The broadcast announcing the end of the workday sounded from outside the window, the setting sun stretching their shadows long.
"The ministry just approved funding to attend the International Materials Society conference in B City, Country M."
