People are in Xingtie, and I am their dead white moonlight?

Although this style of candy rain is a bit like what Ah Ha can do, but... if He really wanted to help, He would have shown His true colors by now.

So it’s definitely not Ahaha.

"This is the company's territory, so who could it be..."

Jiang Mo subconsciously touched his chin, thinking about the reason behind this.

However, at this moment, a familiar ethereal female voice came into his ears without warning.

"Still as fond of tinkering as ever... Old rules—I'll help you once, you answer a question for me, and then we'll see you tonight..."

Hearing this voice, Jiang Mo's pupils suddenly constricted, as if he was frightened by this unexpected helper.

He had no acquaintances in Pierpoint, and he was extremely sure that at this point in time, the female characters affiliated with the Interstellar Peace Corporation had not yet been born!

"Whose voice could that be...? Why does it always feel so familiar? And what about these so-called old rules? What on earth are these?"

"Could it be that the Black Tower is interfering with Yipao through the screen?"

Jiang Mo frowned, unable to figure out the reason for a moment.

But soon, he shook his head and temporarily gave up pursuing the matter at hand, instead focusing all his attention on the final step of this farce.

Compared to what will happen tonight, this matter right now is more important.

Thinking of this, Jiang Mo raised his head slightly and observed the conditions of the other people present.

Perhaps because the combat drones had just rushed in and suddenly started distributing candies like Santa Claus, most of the scholars in the conference hall were in a dazed state.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Mo's mouth corners slightly raised, and unconsciously, the smile on his face became more and more similar to the smile on the orange clown mask in the Black Tower office.

——It was as if the mask was made according to Jiang Mo’s expression.

However, he himself did not notice this, but cleared his throat and then said:

"It seems... Mr. Hawkins has a lot of complaints about me—no, I should say, about us 'mediocrities'..."

He adjusted his facial expression and looked at Hawkins, who had a dull look, with some joking.

"Indeed, in the eyes of you, the supreme Chief Scholar, the talents of us 'mediocre' people are not worth mentioning. Sometimes you even define the research we are doing as 'worthless garbage.'"

"Yes, you are right, mediocre people are like that, they can't compare to geniuses like you, but..."

Jiang Mo paused deliberately, and the smile on his face became more and more weird, which made Hawkins, who had just recovered from his shock, feel scared.

"As a veteran who experienced the School Wars, you should know...who was the source of the greatest achievements of the Polymath Society during that period?"

"That's right. It's because you guys have always neglected Ms. Pertivia and even rudely snatched away the computing power that should have belonged to her."

"She has been a marginal scholar her entire life. She has not joined any particular school of thought, but over the years... all the notable achievements of the Polymath Society have come from her."

"She is a mediocre person. She is an academic parasite in the eyes of you high and mighty scholars. She is a waste in the eyes of you people!"

But it is precisely such a “mediocrity” as her, such an “academic parasite” as her, who has accomplished something that you will never be able to achieve in your lifetime!

"It was precisely a mediocre person like me who became one of the solvers of the solitary wave algorithm!"

Jiang Mo's face showed a hint of excitement. He turned to the scholars who were still in a daze, and then raised his arms and shouted:

"Fellow mediocre people! Whether you consider yourself mediocre or have been labeled mediocre, I want to say this: the universe is vast and boundless, and wisdom encompasses everything; geniuses have their own way of living, and mediocre people have their own self-sufficiency!"

“We may not be as talented as those stars-walking geniuses in the genius club, but we also have our own dreams and pursuits!”

"And now!" Jiang Mo changed the subject, pointing his raised arm straight at the chief bachelor's seat represented by Hawkins, "We want to take back what belongs to us!"

As he spoke, he jumped onto the podium, stepping on a hardcover copy of Hawkins's most proud work, "The Eternal Model."

"Let these self-righteous masters write odes for themselves! Let them confine themselves to a certain territory in the name of their school! Although we are mediocre, the wisdom of mediocre people can be broader than that of wise people!"

"These guys are like vultures sitting on the Iron Throne forged by the Four Great Propositions! They greedily devour everything that the Erudimentary Society brings!"

"They transformed the think tank of the Polymath Society, which should have been open to the public, into their own treasury! They are enjoying everything that comes with owning this treasury that should have belonged to all scholars!"

"What they enjoy is not the knowledge and intelligence itself, but the pleasure of hoarding knowledge as gold bars (humor blocked)!"

"They control the gates of knowledge, claiming to be fair and just, but leaving those downstream dying of thirst in the river of truth."

"Everyone, just like the Ishmael parade three Amber Ages ago—we should take back the academic information and computing power that we deserve!"

As if in response to Jiang Mo's statement, the transmission terminals in the hands of all the scholars present suddenly began to flash, and pieces of top-secret academic materials that were strictly blocked by these schools were being transmitted bit by bit.

Scholars specializing in dark matter obtained the "Dark Matter Turbulence Anomaly Report" which had been suppressed by the quantum historical school for 17 years;

A scholar specializing in dimensional space studies obtained the "Possibility of Transmission of Synesthesia Beacons in Different Dimensions" which is only available to the top leaders of the synesthesia school;

The scholars who specialized in biology obtained the "On the Possible Connection between the Void Song Whale and the Star God Ruins" which had been blocked by the Star Ecology School for a long time.

It was at this moment that a red light curtain appeared in front of Jiang Mo's eyes.

[The entry "Genius? Mediocre? No no no, you're neither~" was successfully activated.]

[Effect: Your influence on others will become extreme]

......

Almost every scholar has obtained a piece of "forbidden knowledge" from an unknown transmission object.

Once upon a time, these materials and contents were information that they had been unable to obtain even after applying for decades, but now, they are in their hands.

All the scholars present were smart people. They raised their heads slightly and looked at Jiang Mo standing at the lecture table, with a hint of fanaticism on their faces.

He is right, the scholar is right.

These things should belong to them, not to these vultures!

At this moment, applause suddenly broke out from a corner and soon spread into a deafening wave of sound.

This is the voice of scholars, the voice of the vast majority of marginalized scholars and scholars who are suppressed by schools!

It seemed that the accumulated emotions had reached a certain breaking point. A few emotional scholars walked to the coffee table in the conference hall, picked up a cup of coffee and poured it towards the temperament of the "Quantum History School".

The dark brown liquid drew a perfect error rate curve on the satin embroidered with formulas.

"15.8%!!!" The scholar who was verifying the dark matter flow model raised the still steaming coffee cup in his hand and shouted loudly.

Perhaps this roar awakened those scholars who were still immersed in the intimidation of the school, and more scholars joined the ranks of resistance.

Young scholars poured coffee at the flags of other schools, and some even took out high-intensity laser pens to burn black holes in the flags.

The middle-aged scholars quickly rushed towards the chief scholars who were trying to escape when they saw the situation was not good, venting their long-term abuse amidst flying saliva.

As for the older scholars...

Their bodies could not withstand such torture, but they still participated in the prelude to the Second School War.

They stood at the entrance of the venue in tacit understanding and would not let any relevant person leave.

Looking at the chaotic meeting place in front of him, Heita blinked slightly, a look of shock appearing on his face.

She never thought...that Jiang Mo would one day solve the problem like this.

Before she could recover from her shock, a sentence appeared on the huge, blank screen again:

"The House of Ordinary People will always open its doors to all seekers of knowledge. Let us prove together that the wisdom of the mediocre can be more profound than that of the wise!"

At this moment, a young scholar in the conference hall happened to see these words, and an unprecedented shock appeared on his face.

Soon, the shock on his face quickly faded, replaced by an unprecedented fanaticism.

As a young scholar who was suppressed by the school, he had a great yearning for the "Yongzhong Academy". It can even be said that... he felt that such a place was where he should be.

When a person who is thirsty for knowledge encounters a place with an open door to knowledge in an environment where knowledge is blocked, his long-suppressed emotions will naturally erupt.

The young scholar's name was "Apollo 14:17." Of course, in the not-too-distant future, he also had another name—

Apollo, head of the technical research and development department of Interstellar Peace Corporation.

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I felt that there was no need to break the article at the key point, so I spent some time filling in the link part in the middle.

After the release, we will try our best to avoid interruptions in the key parts of the plot (including possible CG links and basement Shura links).

Well, the source of all the problems is the lack of updates! I will try my best to update!

Chapter 46 Black Tower: I think you are not a scholar, you should be the Masked Fool

"So this is how it was solved..."

Looking at the many scholars denouncing the academic clique in front of him, a look of understanding appeared on Heita's face.

She originally thought that Jiang Mo would use the conflicts between these schools to achieve a delicate balance, thereby ensuring that their research would not be interfered with while also providing them with stable access to academic resources.

But...he taught himself a solid lesson.

If you want to prevent an organization from causing you trouble and don't want to spend too much time on social etiquette... just muddy the waters.

The Society of Knowledge will be in chaos for quite a long time. It will take the academic clique longer to appease the marginal scholars than it did to appease Ismail's march. A rough estimate is... at least half an Amber Age.

What's more, Jiang Mo just revealed Hawkins' true face, which means that the top management of the Knowledge Society will be reshuffled.

Internal conflicts were intensified, and the top management could hardly protect themselves... Under such circumstances, they had no intention of causing trouble for Jiang Mo and her.

"But then again, where did Jiang Mo get this information from?"

Heita touched her chin thoughtfully, her silence forming a sharp contrast with the noisy and chaotic surroundings.

For her, there are only two things in this world that are worth her attention. One is things related to academic issues, and the other is things related to Jiang Mo.

As for other things...she doesn't care at all.

"What are you thinking about?"

A familiar voice came into her ears, interrupting her thoughts on this question.

The girl subconsciously turned her head to look at Jiang Mo behind her. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to ask something, but soon she closed her mouth and fell into thought.

She turned her head slightly, looked at the scholars who were attacking the school clique, and asked softly:

"Doing this on company property... Aren't you afraid that people from the company will come and cause trouble for you?"

"Of course I'm not afraid. For the company, this kind of chaos is actually a good thing. Maybe... they'll even thank me."

Jiang Mo shrugged, then looked at the "farce" in front of him and said with a chuckle:

"The company has always wanted to bring the Bozhi Society under its wing, so it continues to invest in various major schools, hoping to gradually control the society through credit points. This is their ultimate goal."

"Now that the venue of the Global Academic Conference has moved from Ismail to Pierpoint, and a company is now the organizer, it means their plan is about to succeed."

"But... if you want to control an organization, you must first control their rules, just like when the Interstellar Peace Company colonized those outlying planets."

As Jiang Mo spoke, he looked at the scholar who was surrounded by many scholars like a rat crossing the street, and a sneer appeared on his face.

"From the founding of the Bozhi Society until now, their rules have always been set by the academic clique. What restricts and controls scholars isn't credit points, but the knowledge and resources controlled by the academic clique."

"Now, the order established by the academic clique is gradually collapsing. This is the best time for companies to enter the market."

"The company isn't stupid. They've already placed their own people within each school of thought. This ensures that when the school of thought changes, they always have a say."

"Compared to nibbling away at the academic cliques, which would take countless Amber Ages before achieving direct control, creating a new order now would require far less manpower and resources. They wouldn't miss this opportunity."

“Scholars only care about three things: computing power, academic resources, and funding. There is nothing that companies can’t solve.”

"As long as we control these and provide a certain degree of freedom, the Institute will be in the company's pocket."

"And..." Jiang Mo paused for a moment, then looked with some amusement at the entrance to the conference hall that was blocked by many old scholars.

"This academic conference, sponsored by the company and held on its own premises, has gone so awry. The fact that they didn't even send a single person to coordinate the event speaks volumes."

Hearing Jiang Mo's words, Heita blinked first, then nodded slightly, as if he really understood what Jiang Mo said.

"So...what do we do next?"

"Of course we run away. Do we have any other choice?"

Jiang Mo glanced at the black tower strangely, then sighed softly.

"If I were a company employee, I might be able to take this matter to my superiors to claim credit, but unfortunately, I'm not a company employee."

"At best, they would turn a blind eye to my behavior, but there's absolutely no way they'd give me any so-called 'rewards'. This is like a dream."

"What's more..." Jiang Mo said as he took Heita's little hand and walked towards the entrance of the venue calmly.