738: Chapter 733 Not Serving Capital

"So, the traditional idea of signal amplification is wrong. Noise isn't because the signal is weak, but because we can't understand its encoding. Forcibly amplifying it will only make the encoding messier."

Every word from Shen Yan was like a bullet, piercing directly into Wei Lizhou's heart.

These were the most core points of his thesis, and also the points that had been most thoroughly refuted!

He had never explained this so systematically to anyone.

Because no one believed him.

And no one understood.

Wei Lizhou looked at Shen Yan, his gaze slowly shifting from initial vigilance and hostility to shock and confusion.

Who exactly was this young man?

He wasn't a capitalist coming to acquire scrap metal.

He... he actually seemed to understand!

"What... what exactly do you want?" Wei Lizhou's voice trembled for the first time.

"I want to talk with you."

Shen Yan's tone was sincere.

"Talk about your theory, and... its future."

"Future?" Wei Lizhou let out a bitter laugh, "My theory has no future! The school wants to kick me out, the equipment is going to be sold as scrap metal. In the eyes of these people, all my hard work isn't even worth five million!"

He gestured agitatedly toward Director Wang.

"Ask him! They want to sell my data, my models, to a company that makes aesthetic medical instruments! They want to use my theory to make a facelift machine!"

This was the ultimate insult.

Director Wang's face became awkward, and he coughed twice.

"Professor Wei, this is also to revitalize non-performing assets..."

Shen Yan interrupted him.

"Director Wang, could you and your colleagues step out for a moment?"

"This..."

"Guang Ke, give Director Wang the check."

Chen Guangke understood immediately, quickly wrote out a cash check for ten million, tore it off, and handed it to Director Wang.

"The password is six zeros. Now, everything in this laboratory, including Professor Wei himself, belongs to our President Shen."

Chen Guangke's tone was flat, but the undeniable aura made Director Wang's heart skip a beat.

Looking at the check, Director Wang's eyes went wide.

He no longer cared about regulations or rules; he quickly accepted the check with excessive deference.

"Yes, yes! Boss Shen, please, do as you wish! We'll step out now and wait for you outside!"

With that, he pulled his still-stunned colleague and scurried out, even thoughtfully closing the door behind them.

The entire laboratory instantly fell silent.

Only the hum of the server fans remained.

Wei Lizhou stared blankly at everything, feeling like he was dreaming.

The eviction notice that had plagued him for over half a year, the debt that had driven him to desperation—had this young man resolved it so easily with just a check?

"Now, we can have a proper talk."

Shen Yan pulled over a dusty chair and sat down, his posture casual yet seemingly in control of everything.

"Professor Wei, I didn't come to buy your junk metal."

"I came to invest in your brain."

Wei Lizhou took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

He adjusted the thick glasses on his nose, and the look behind the lenses sharpened.

"Invest? Boss Shen, I appreciate you getting me out of this bind. But that doesn't mean I'll sell my research findings to you."

"My theory does not serve capital."

He straightened his back again, the pride belonging to a top scholar returning to him.

"Oh?" Shen Yan raised an eyebrow, "Then what does it serve?"

"Science! Truth!" Wei Lizhou declared firmly.

"And what can your truth do right now?"

Shen Yan's question was calm, yet incredibly sharp.

"Can it make a vegetative patient lying in a hospital bed stand up again?"

"Can it make an Alzheimer's patient remember their child's name?"

"Can it allow a patient paralyzed by nerve damage to feel their legs again?"

The string of questions instantly turned Wei Lizhou's face pale.

His lips moved, but he couldn't utter a single word.

No. None of it.

His theory was still stuck at the level of cell slides on a stage. It was separated from clinical application by a galaxy.

Shen Yan stood up and walked to the old oscilloscope.

On the screen, that complex waveform was still oscillating.

"Your direction is correct, but your tools are wrong."

"You are like a craftsman who wants to build an aircraft carrier but only has a hammer and a few nails in hand."

"Therefore, what you build will forever only be a sampan."

Wei Lizhou staggered slightly.

Shen Yan's words were more devastating to his core than any academic critique.

Because he was stating a fact.

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Wei Lizhou's voice carried a hint of defeated weakness.

"What I want to give you is not money."

Shen Yan turned around and looked at him.

"I will give you a laboratory, the most top-tier laboratory in the world. You choose the location; it can be as big as you want."

"I will give you a team: neuroscience, biomaterials, microelectronics engineering... all the talent you need. Go dig them up from all over the world; I will pay the salaries."

"I will give you funding with no ceiling. The only thing you need to do is turn your theory into reality."

"I don't want your patents, and I won't interfere with your research direction. The results will belong to our new joint company, and you will be the Chief Scientist and Founding Partner of this company."

Shen Yan's voice held an indescribable magic.

The blueprint he painted was an irresistible temptation for any researcher.

That wasn't investment.

That was a dream stepping into reality.

Wei Lizhou's breathing became completely ragged.

He stared intently at Shen Yan, as if trying to discern a demon's lie.

"Why?"

"Why would you do this? This doesn't align with business logic!"

"There are countless projects in the world with theories more mature and greater commercial value than mine! Why did you specifically choose me—this guy everyone thinks is a madman?"

This was his final struggle.

He was afraid this was a trap too beautiful to be true, one that would lead to his utter ruin if he fell into it.

"Because only madmen can change the world."

Shen Yan said lightly.

He knew the final moment had arrived.

Without further pointless talk, he took out his mobile phone.

He unlocked it and opened a specially encrypted folder.

Then, he handed the phone to Wei Lizhou.

What was displayed on the screen was not a business plan or contract terms.

It was an image.

A microscopic mechanical structure diagram, incredibly precise and suffocatingly complex.