Shanghai.
A restaurant near the ILHCRC headquarters.
Waiting for food was always a boring process. Normally, Witten would try to find something to do; sometimes he would read papers, other times he would read some magazines or something related to his hobbies.
He was flipping through the newspaper he took from his office when he suddenly frowned and spoke.
"Whittle has gone crazy."
Frank Wilczek, who was sitting across from him, looked at him with a confusing gaze
After a while, Witten spoke.
"He's trying to use the public opinion to help the Brookhaven Science Associates. He's abusing his academic power, forcing scholars to make wrong choices."
Frank Wilczek raised his eyebrows and said, "Then what would you do?"
