Mr. Sigurdson is sixty-two years old, a physicist who serves at the Royal Academy of Sciences in Sweden.

At the same time, he is a determined liberal, and a vegetarian.

He advocated the acceptance of refugees, refused to use furniture made from non-environmental materials, and lived in a small house with a garden in the suburbs of Stockholm.

Although he owns a Volvo gasoline-electric hybrid car, he still insists on riding his bicycle to and from get off work every day.

Only in summer when he took his wife to the holiday home, the Volvo car would be driven out and bask in the sun.

There was a scar on Mr. Sigurdson's forehead, which was on a cold night when he was pushed into the corner by three young men speaking Pashto, using a fruit knife to force him to hand over his wallet and cell phone, and beat him up.

When he found out that Mr. Sigurdson was using an old Nokia phone, three young men who spoke Pashto were furious and called him an old bastard who was as hard as a brick and slammed the old-fashioned phone heavily on his forehead.

From then on, the dark red scar was left.

The next day, Mr. Sigoudson appeared in Congress in anger, protesting the lack of fraternity and care of this depraved country, accepted refugees, but did not give them enough money to consume, so that the young people among them would take risks in the dark.

Mr. Sigurdson was filled with sympathy and guilt for the three young men who spoke Pashto.

"What we did was so bad, why can't we share more of our social welfare to refugees? Refugees are kind people who need sympathy and care. If they have enough welfare, they will never offend elderly people like me."

In short, Mr. Sigoudson is such a person with great sentiment.

One day in September, as usual, he rode his bicycle to the office.

Assistant Anderson, very excitedly handed him a stack of photocopy paper.

"Sir, take a look. This is a journal called Xingchen, which contains papers on energy wave technology. They even invented an energy transmission chain that can be switched at will!"

Mr. Sigoudson frowned in anger, "I must point out that it is serious piracy to photocopy other people's works at will, and I refuse to accept it! If we need this academic journal, why not buy one?"

Anderson hurriedly said, "Sir, Xingchen is only available in China."

"Then let the Academy of Sciences' office in China, and then mail it back in a hurry after buying it."

Anderson blushed, "Sir, you don't know that Xingchen is a Chinese journal. Even if we mail it back, we can't understand it."

Mr. Sigoudson frowned and his beard curled up, "What are you doing? Academic papers are published in English. This is the practice of the whole world. Energy wave technology is the hottest topic in the scientific community at present. They don't even publish English papers. Do they don't care about the Nobel Prize?"

"It's September now, and we present awards every October. They will definitely not be able to catch up this year, but next year they still have a great chance if they are willing to perform well and find a nominee with enough weight."

Mr. Sigoodson muttered, but he caught a glimpse of the copy paper he had brought with him, all in English, and asked curiously, "Didn't you say there is no English version?"

"This is a translated version of Stanford University," the assistant explained.

"Unconsenting, translating other people's works is also a serious blasphemy to intellectual property rights. It is a pity that Stanford University is also the world's leading top research institution. Do they even understand this principle? It's inappropriate, you know that I am the most opposed to knowledge infringement in my life."

The assistant felt aggrieved and helpless, so he had to tell the truth to Mr. Sigoudson.

"According to the news from China, Star Journal will not have an English version, and there is no one now, nor will it be in the future." The young man Anderson said, "Not only Stanford University, but also in addition to the Chinese academic community, the world is pirated. There are already hundreds of translation versions, but none of them are authorized."

The upright Mr. Sigoodson almost slapped the table, respecting copyright, which is the minimum moral standard for a scientific worker.

Are the world pirated Star Journal?

This is so shameful!

Anderson paused, "And, Star Technology, which studies energy wave technology, has publicly claimed that they will not apply for the Nobel Prize."

Mr. Sigoodson opened his eyes wide, and he could not believe his ears.

The Nobel Prize is the highest honor for scientific and technological workers around the world. The temple of science. Anyone who is awarded the Nobel Prize should be so excited that he burst into tears and is grateful to the award committee.

And energy wave theory and technology do not plan to apply for the Nobel Prize?

For a moment, the old man felt dizzy in his brain. I don’t know if the world is changing too fast or if his high blood pressure is on again.

"Shame is the bottom line of a scientific worker!"

"I refuse to read a pirated journal, not to mention that it is translated unauthorized!"

"Take it away from my eyes! This is an insult to me!"

"I would rather go to hell than insult my honor!"

Mr. Sigoudson yelled rare, and the young Anderson had to leave the Mr.'s office with the illegal pirated books.

After Anderson left, Mr. Sigoudson paced back and forth in the office, looking confused and anxious.

A widely known scientific research that changed history did not intend to apply for the Nobel Prize. They were too lazy to publish even the English version of the paper. This was really incomprehensible.

From early morning to noon, and then to evening.

Mr. Sigoudson was unwilling to work. He opened the web page and scientists all over the world were discussing energy wave transmission technology. Only he knew nothing about this amazing research.

The soul suffered a painful torture, the desire to learn the truth, and a crazy fight with the honor and morality that Mr. Sigoudson values ​​the most.

During dinner, his wife made his favorite vegetable meatballs, but he couldn't eat them, so he changed into his sportswear and went to the park to jog.

But exercise did not calm Mr. Sigoudson down. He lay in bed late at night, staring at the ceiling, unable to fall asleep for a long time, and his wife's snoring sometimes came to his ears.

"Damn it! I can't stand it!"

Mr. Sigoodson shouted, jumped out of the bed, rushed into his study, turned on his computer, and looked for an illegal translation of Star Journal.

His wife woke up from her dream, thinking that he had suddenly had some mental illness and almost called an ambulance.

Fortunately, Mr. Sigoodson quickly found what he wanted, and the whole world was reading pirated copies, and illegally translated papers were already everywhere.

His eyes were always staring at the screen, from the early morning until the early morning, Mr. Sigoodson did not leave his study, nor did he drink a drop of water, and his entire attention was attracted by the wonderful content in the paper.

When the sun rises again and shines on the northern European land.

Mr. Sigoodson breathed a sigh of relief and he finally came to his own conclusion.
Chapter completed!