Conference room.
The begonia flowers on the windowsill were a soft pink, and the ashtray had been carefully cleaned of cigarette butts by a botanist, making for a pleasant scent.
The conference room was very quiet, with only the sound of a frustrated person shaking a pen that had run out of ink.
Huang Qiangmin hastily summoned a batch of pens over, finally resolving the issue.
The botanists then went back to working in silence.
For Sulei and others, botany itself was a dull science that didn't require much verbal communication—most knowledge came from years of accumulation.
This made her doubt Jiang Yuan's botanical abilities. Considering his age alone, a student like Jiang Yuan could at best be a graduate student who had only just begun his doctoral studies. This was because, logically, an undergraduate or master's student wouldn't have had the time to accumulate enough botanical knowledge.
