Orion Crest, Series_1

Chapter 151: Opportunity

　　"......"

　　Orion looked breathlessly at Professor Sarote, who was hugging his thighs, and thought to himself, "Is this guy really a professor at Cornell University?

　　Woolf, on the other hand, froze in a daze for a while before coming back to his senses and rushing up to help his employer.

　　However, he was still a step too slow, and Sarote let go of his own hand.

　　Because Orion had promised him five minutes to give himself a reason to choose him.

　　Driven by the urge to survive, Professor Sarote didn't pull some bullshit, and after sitting down on the sofa, he immediately said.

　　"Five million dollars, I'll sell you my Sarote Institute, I believe that it's impossible to find an institute in the entire Silicon Valley that offers a cheaper price than me. I don't want anything else, any patents or research results are yours, as long as you let me stay in the research team."

　　This is true, five million US dollars to sell the entire institute is almost like selling the equipment in the institute as a piece of junk.

　　There was no way to find the same equipment cheaper than this price even if one searched the second-hand instrument market. Moreover, the instruments bought from the second-hand market are quite unreliable in all aspects of performance, especially in the cutting-edge equipment, a little tiny error may lead to others can not repeat your results.

　　But Orion obviously wouldn't be convinced by him so simply, after all, the scene when the two first met was so shocking that he was still impressed by the leather shoe that flew onto the podium.

　　"And then continue to use my name to fool around?"

　　Professor Sarote argued disgruntledly, "What do you mean? Have I ever used my research funds to buy myself a car or pick up a girl? Nope! All the money I spent was on experiments! Everything I do is for science! If I didn't use hyperbole to paint fabulous prospects for the amateurs, no one would pay for my research ......"

　　Orion didn't take Sarote's witticisms to heart, but the offer of five million dollars did make it hard for him to refuse.

　　To be honest, to be able to be a professor at Cornell University, Sarote's ability was definitely there.

　　In a place like Silicon Valley, a PhD who could operate a SEM electron microscope to capture images could be hired for $100,000 a year, but a professional professor who could direct a group of PhDs to do experiments and successfully complete the subject matter still had to put in a bit of effort to find one.

　　After all, these people tend to have their own projects and are unlikely to be happy to work for someone else unless it's an offer they can't refuse.

　　In the field of materials science, Sarote was not exactly a big name, but he was still a professional. Although he liked to run his mouth, at least there was no obvious stain on his academics.

　　After weighing things up in his mind, Orion decided to give him a chance.

　　Whether or not he could grasp it was up to him.

　　After a pause, Orion slowly spoke, "I can give you a chance."

　　A delighted expression appeared on Sarote's face, and he was about to speak, but Orion was ahead of him and continued, "But I must tell you, there's only one chance, and if you want to stay in my research team, I hope you're honest enough, and especially don't try to use those 'honest mistakes' to fool me."