Carrying a Jurassic on me-Chapter 1347 - 656 Leave Professional Matters to Professionals_2

Being one step ahead of your time makes you a pioneer, being many steps ahead usually makes you considered a lunatic by contemporaries. As any student of history would know, Copernicus only sent out his works on his deathbed, Bruno, who defended Copernicus’s ideas, was burned at the stake, and Galileo was tortured in his old age, ultimately going blind. His later years were indeed miserable...

Of course, in today’s information explosion era, such tragedies are unlikely to happen again. However, if you insist on publishing papers that are too realistic, people will just see you as a big storyteller. They might even end up calling you the Andersen of China, the Zheng Yuanjie of the new era, or something akin to the Brothers Grimm...

Because you don’t have a shred of proof!

Others at least use bones to surmise, yet you claim to deduce the habits of dinosaurs from a few dinosaur egg fossils—that’s just utter nonsense. It’s even worse than those somewhat ’irresponsible’ articles from researchers who just make things up, including those two articles concocted by Yan Fei—at least he dares to publish those.

It’s not surprising for Yan Fei to have dinosaur eggs, being a local celebrity in business. It’s quite normal for him to buy a few dinosaur eggs as collectibles when visiting the Dinosaur Park—everyone knows that locals don’t value their own produce. These dinosaur eggs are nothing unusual in that western county. Yan Fei is just too lazy to bother, or else he could have collected many more from the locals’ houses.

The old man was initially thrilled, but upon hearing what Yan Fei said, he felt as if he was struck on the head. To write his article, he had stood on the wall for many days with a telescope—don’t think it’s safe to stand on a wall with a telescope; remember there are flying dinosaurs up there!

With his frail arms and legs, if it weren’t for the security team who knew he was working for the boss and looked after him, he probably would have been turned into Pterosaur dung.

Yan Fei had to emphasize once more, "The articles I want are just a bit more advanced than what human society has researched about dinosaurs before you came, just a tiny bit, that’s all, do you understand?"

"Why can’t I publish something a bit more advanced?" the old man boldly voiced his opinion. This old man, a fervent dinosaur enthusiast, was now ready to give up his life for his ideal, knowing well he didn’t have much time left in his old age.

"The point of publishing these articles is that years later when human society achieves these results, they’ll find that you had published similar articles ten or even more years ago..."

"By that time, I won’t need that bit of reputation!" Yan Fei interrupted the old man again, pointing casually. "Everyone else, leave. Old man, you stay, and you stay too."

Once the others had left, Yan Fei then told the old man, and the middle-aged man he had just pointed at to stay, "Let me tell you the truth. The journals I publish in are those local, non-mainstream journals. Forget about ten years from now...finding those magazines after a decade would be a miracle itself."

"To be honest, barely anyone reads these magazines. They are basically local veterinary journals, and I just use these articles to boost my visibility here. If later I have more professional papers to publish, having these would ensure people wouldn’t be surprised. Do you understand?"

The old man, puzzled, asked, "Then why don’t you publish in more prestigious journals?"

"Nonsense!" Yan Fei felt as though an old wound had been reopened. If not for the old man’s usefulness, he would have throttled him there and then. "I’d love to publish in well-known professional journals, but those prestigious journals have to be willing to publish me, right? I barely have any fossil bones, just a few dinosaur eggs I bought, how would I publish with that?"

"Why would the veterinary journals agree to publish these articles?" The old man persisted in his questioning, unaware of just how far down the path of doom he had treaded.

"Because I have money, money! I give them money for advertising, and they publish whatever I submit. Got it?" Yan Fei was visibly irate. "As long as I’m willing to pay, even if I write that eggs are square, they would publish it. Do you understand now?"

It’s a good thing this conversation was under Boss Yan’s own roof, otherwise the nouveau riche vulgarities would surely have drawn the contempt of many serious researchers—should this statement leak out, it might lead almost ninety-nine percent of orthodox researchers worldwide to detest being in the same profession as him.

"I mean, you could publish in other influential magazines, like some sci-fi magazines. While not professional, they still have a higher profile," the old man finally murmured something sensible.

"Boss, I think I get it now. You want to later publish research-oriented professional papers, but these initial publications are to show your interest in this field, displaying an exceptional awareness and talent for paleontology research?" the middle-aged man seized his chance to interject.

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