Chapter 206 Difficulties
Ignatius got straight to the point. "Did you apply for a lab in my name with the academic office?"
"Oh, yes, I did."
"Who is using that lab? I need to contact them."
Calliope smiled, "No one."
"Just leaving it empty?" Although he had expected this, Ignatius couldn't help but feel a bit downhearted.
"Yes, empty."
Ignatius knew he shouldn't ask further, just like countless times before, he chose to accept it.
But the image of Camilla questioning him popped into his mind, and Ignatius suddenly asked, "If it's not being used, why apply for it?"
Calliope raised an eyebrow.
It seemed she didn't expect the usually obedient dog to bark today.
Calliope's smile became even more amiable. "We might need it in the future. Academic resources are always fought for; I don't need to teach you that, do I?"
"Does that lab have any resources?"
Calliope replied in a casual tone, "Of course, the CPRT measuring instrument is there, isn't it?"
Ignatius reminded her, "Our research group already has one."
"Two aren't too many."
"For us, redundant resources might be extremely important for other research groups..."
"Ignatius," Calliope interrupted him, "Are you too idle today? Have you finished everything in the lab?"
"No."
Calliope's face darkened. "If not, then do what you're supposed to do. You don't need to worry about anything else! Even though you're a genius with outstanding academic achievements, you should know who provided you with these resources and created these opportunities for you!"
Ignatius' lips tightened, and his expression stiffened.
Calliope coldly scrutinized him until he finally lowered his eyes, reverting to his obedient, unassertive self, "Sorry."
The smile returned to Calliope's face, "Don't be nervous. I'm just a bit strict, but don't feel pressured. Focus on your experiments and put all your energy into your academics. It will pay off someday."
Ignatius lost track of how many times he had heard this.
So, in his three years of graduate school, he never slacked off for a single day.
Calliope continued, "The lab will be under your name for now. We'll talk about it when it's needed. Anything else?"
Ignatius shook his head, "No."
"Alright, you can go back."
"Okay."
"Wait!" Calliope suddenly called out to him.
"I know you're busy, but please pay attention to the paper for Bronte and try to finish it this month."
Ignatius frowned, "Didn't I give one six months ago?"
Bronte responded, "You know that was six months ago. It's been so long; I should have new output by now. What would people think otherwise?"
Ignatius said nothing.
Calliope gave Bronte a look to shut her up, then smiled and walked over to Ignatius, patting his shoulder, "I know you have your own projects and also have to help Bronte. It's really hard on you, and I feel bad about it. Yesterday, I talked to your parents. I heard that continuous heavy rain has damaged your father's orchard. Just when it was time to make money, who would have thought the rain would ruin months of hard work."
Calliope sighed, as if she truly empathized. "I'm far away and can't help much, but I secretly transferred fifty thousand dollars to your parents' bank account. It's not much, but at least it can help them through this tough time."
Ignatius lowered his eyes, hiding his true emotions, but his fists clenched tighter and tighter under his sleeves.
After a long time, he seemed to give up all resistance and chose to submit. "Thank you for all these years."
"It's my duty. After all, you're my most prized student. You deserve special treatment, don't you think?"
Ignatius said nothing.
He wasn't good with words, and his classmates and teachers mostly saw him as silent and reserved.
"Alright, go back. Pay attention to the paper, but you don't have to finish it this month. Manage your time, and I believe you won't disappoint me."
Ignatius turned and left.
Calliope sat back in her chair and leisurely sipped her tea.
Bronte walked up with a grin. "You always know how to handle him!"
Since Camilla's group couldn't borrow a lab and Ignatius wouldn't cancel the application, they had to find another way.
Hestia, who loved food, was so angry she skipped dinner. "This is too much! Just too much! Doesn't the academy care?"
Royce said, "The academy will always favor the teams that bring them more academic results. Besides, Ignatius' procedures and processes are all legitimate. How can the academy intervene? On what grounds?"
Hestia sighed, resting her chubby hands on her chin. "Without a lab, how can we continue our project?"
Royce said, "There are plenty of empty labs. The key is the CPRT measuring instrument."
With the measuring instrument, any lab would do.
Hestia casually asked, "Is that CPRT measuring instrument expensive?"
Camilla was stunned.
Royce paused for two seconds, "That's a good question!"
He immediately took out his phone and searched. "The best CPRT measuring instrument with a microscope on the market costs 1.26 million dollars."
"1.26 million dollars." Hestia thought for a moment and suddenly said, "Why don't we buy one ourselves?"
Royce was shocked!
Camilla realized, and indeed, it was a solution!
Seeing Royce's look, Hestia was puzzled, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Royce was unbelievable. "Did I not make myself clear? Okay, I'll say it again. This measuring instrument costs 1.26 million dollars, not 126 dollars. Got it?"
Hestia nodded, "I understand. You don't need to repeat it."
"So, you still think we can buy it ourselves?"
"Not we, me. Don't worry, leave it to me." Hestia said, patting her chest with a smile.
Royce thought either Hestia had a problem expressing herself, or he had a hearing problem.
"Where do you get so much money?" How dare you boast like that?
Hestia replied, "I don't have money."
Royce had an "I knew you were joking" expression.
"But my dad does!"
She took out her phone, found a number, and dialed it. "Hello! Dad!"
"Hestia, you finally decided to call me. I'm touched."
"Dad, I want to discuss something with you."
"What is it? Go ahead~"
"I need some money recently. Can you transfer some to me?"
"How much do you need?"
"A million dollars."
She still had five hundred thousand dollars in her account for pocket money, which would be enough.
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