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"Professor, you mean..." Mohad's heart suddenly began to pound violently.

Could it be that a casually picked article on a whim was about to ascend to legendary status? Could such good fortune really befall him?

"The author of this article is simply too brilliant," Professor Pritt said with tremendous excitement, "I really can't believe that someone could explain such complex principles so clearly with such basic science. This isn't a scientific paper; it's a work of literature!"

"The data inside..."

"Although I haven't verified all the data yet, I used my connections to have the national observatory help me measure the cosmic background radiation data, and it's less than one part in a million off from the observations in this article. I've also reproduced the optical trap used to capture dark matter, and dark matter truly is a type of low-throughput particle we've never discovered before!"

"Are you saying that this article genuinely proves the existence of dark matter?"

"90% sure it's true, the remaining data I still need to verify," Pritt said, "Whose article is this? Is it Professor Gins from the European Physical Society? As far as I know, only his laboratory has the deepest expertise in this area. If anyone could have such breakthrough results, I think it could only be him."

"No," Mohad said, "this was submitted by a third-tier university in Huaxia."

"What?"

"Hard to believe, isn't it?" Mohad continued, "I checked on this university the other day, and it's really quite ordinary, but there was a major change last year. They built a world-leading automated laboratory, and their equipment is even comparable to that of the Royal Physical Society of Europe!"

"Huaxia funded a third-tier university to build such a lab?"

"No, from what I understand, the world's richest man from Huaxia, named Zhang Menglong, is affiliated with this school. It seems that he made a huge donation that allowed Xu Ai to build such a laboratory."

"And believe it or not," Mohad added, "that Zhang Menglong is one of the authors of the paper, and what's more, he's the first author!"

"My God, what kind of devil is he?"

...

Mohad sent the article to five reviewers, and in the following two days, these reviewers called him one after another.

Typically, these editors and reviewers would communicate via email, so their personal calls indicated just how seriously they took this matter.

At first, these professors also had just skimmed through out of curiosity, but as they read on, they discovered they had opened the door to a new world. This Huaxia man was truly amazing; he had actually solved a problem that had plagued the world of physics for 100 years!

Apart from one set of data from the particle collider, the rest of the data had all been reproduced in the laboratory, which meant that these data were real and valid, not fabrications or flukes.

This almost certainly proved that this article, indeed, proved the existence of dark matter in the universe!

"Mohad, I believe this author has submitted to more than one journal, and you must, by any means necessary, ensure that the Huaxia person chooses to grant publication rights to us at Nature, and we cannot let Science snatch it away,"

Upon receiving this news, the editor-in-chief gave Mohad an ultimatum.

"I'm retiring next year," the editor-in-chief said, "if you secure this article, then I can recommend you as the next editor-in-chief. No, even if I don't propose it, with such an achievement, you're definitely the top candidate for editor-in-chief. You know, this article is very likely to win the Nobel Prize!"

Upon hearing this news, if it weren't for the time difference, he would have wished to call Jiangnan University of Science and Technology right away.

"Mohad, good for you, who'd have thought you'd have such luck!" Gamas looked at Mohad with envy. When editors sent out emails to schedule reviews, they were assumed to be the article's handling editor, though it wasn't an official procedure but a tacit rule in the publishing industry.

There was no chance for anyone to take the article from Mohad, so others could only envy and resent him.

"Hahaha, Gamas, didn't someone call you last time to review an article? Maybe he really will be a Nobel laureate someday?" Mohad joked.

"As if I'd have such luck," Gamas said, though he began rifling through his desk phone to look up that call.

Using the resources of the editorial office, he directly traced the source of the call, which turned out to be from a place in Huaxia called Jiangnan City.

Gamas didn't know the name of the caller, nor the title of his paper; he could only enter the address into their database for a fuzzy search. The results showed that before the call this morning, there had been only two submissions from this city.

One was from Jiangnan Industrial University, and the other was Jiangnan University of Science and Technology.

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Gamas's expression was petrified on the spot.

Could it be that the person who had called him that morning was the one who had proved the existence of dark matter?

"Gamas, what's wrong with you?" Mohad looked at Gamas with his idiotic expression, "Don't tell me I actually guessed right?"

Gamas hurriedly made a callback using that contact information.

The person who answered was still the same young man as last time.

"Sir, are you the author of the article 'The Trap-Catching Method as Proof of the Existence of Dark Matter'?"

"Yes, it's me," Zhang Menglong seemed to already be looking through the void at this editor's cousin on the other side of the phone, "What's the matter?"

"Nothing... nothing much, I just wanted to tell you that your article has passed our initial review," At this moment, Gamas was almost in tears.

It was because of his own misplaced confidence that he had missed an article that could have won the Nobel Prize!

"Oh, if it's passed, then it's passed. Anyway, I wasn't planning to continue signing with you guys."

In an instant, Gamas felt his heart turn to ash.

"Gamas?" Mohad waved his hand in front of Gamas's face.

"Mohad, I've screwed up," Gamas's hands were trembling, "The person who called me that day was the author of this article."

"What are you talking about?" Mohad also felt darkness before his eyes.

He knew what Gamas had said to this author; he had mocked him, saying that he received calls from a hundred Nobel Prize winners every day.

But who could have imagined that the person on that phone call was actually a big shot, and they had managed to offend him!

If for this reason the author decided not to sign the article over to their magazine, the consequences would be unbearable for them.

Not to mention whether they could keep their jobs, even if they did, they would definitely become the laughing stock of the entire publishing industry, and even the entire scientific community.

To have rejected a Nobel Prize winner, this damn thing could be written into history textbooks! They couldn't afford such a loss of face!

"Gamas, if you can't secure the signature, think about how you're going to resign!"

Mohad directly called the editor-in-chief, "Editor-in-chief, I need to take a leave. I'm going to Huaxia, even if I have to beg, we must get him to sign the article with us!"

...

Almost on the same day, the other magazines to which Zhang Menglong had submitted also received feedback from their reviewers, and their findings were strikingly consistent.

"What? 12 experts all approve of this article?"

"What did you say? The majority of the data upon testing is reproducible?"

"Gins has approved this article?"

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"Go! To Huaxia, we leave on the flight tonight!"

"I don't care how you do it, by tomorrow daylight, even if you have to swim, you must get to Huaxia!"

"Oh? The editors from Nature and Physics Reports are also going? Alright then, see you in the final round in Huaxia!"