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Zhang Zhai's peaceful life was broken by a phone call.

It was his father calling.

After returning from the hospital, Zhang Zhai asked his father and the military to meet him the next day.

During this time, his father has been busy with the mirage technology.

For example, coordinating with the government and the military, preparing for Mirage technology, selecting the company's location, and the production and release of the first batch of products.

These things made Zhang's father very busy and overwhelmed.

Of course, this is also the reason why Zhang Zhai can stay in school leisurely: he left all the company affairs to his father.

"You little bastard, where are you playing again? Do you know that your father is so busy now because of your broken company? You are out of breath!

You are fine, all day..."

As soon as he answered the phone, Zhang Zhai had to put the phone away to let his father finish scolding him first.

"Hey, dad, if I'm a little brat, then you're a big brat." Zhang Zhai said with a smile.

"You fucking dare to talk back, don't you? You son of a bitch, do you want to suffer!" Father Zhang roared.

"Hey..." Zhang Zhai smiled proudly, "If you want to hit me, you have to find time."

"Oh, you old man, I really can spare time. I'm at the gate of your school right now. Get out of here quickly."

"Forehead?"

Zhang Zhai didn't expect it, it was unexpected, he didn't expect his father to have such leisure time now.

"Dad, what's the matter? I'll trouble you to go there yourself."

"Come over and talk to me first, it's inconvenient on the phone."

"What's the inconvenience, Dad, don't you really come here for revenge today? If you want to avenge yourself publicly, then I will tell my mother about your private money..."

Zhang Zhai smiled, although he said so, he had already got up and left the library.

"Get out of here quickly!" Father Zhang cursed, and then quickly hung up the phone.

Zhang Zhai touched his nose, quickened his pace, and walked out of the school gate.

On the other side, Zhang's father was sitting in the business car, with black hair, a little embarrassed.

"I made Chief Xie laugh, this kid is just a little out of tune."

Chief Xie shook his head and said with a smile, "It's nothing, Xiao Zhai has a real personality and is quite lovable. Your close father-son relationship is also quite enviable."

"Envy? What's there to envy." Father Zhang shook his head helplessly, "I'm afraid that one day, I'll be pissed off by him."

That being said, Father Zhang had a proud smile on his lips.

"..." Chief Xie shook his head secretly, as expected, like a father, like a son, and vice versa, it also makes sense.

...

"Mr. Xie, why are you here?" Zhang Zhai opened the door, a little surprised.

"You bastard, what are you talking about? Why can't Chief Xie come here?"

As soon as Father Zhang heard this, he gave Zhang Zhai a heads-up.

It hurts!

Zhang Zhai covered his head, seriously suspecting that his father was avenging his father.

"Hehe, I happen to be free this time, so I stopped by to meet you with your father," Chief Xie smiled, without saying why he came.

Zhang Zhai didn't believe that if he didn't go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, Chief Xie would come over if he had nothing to do.

But Zhang Zhai didn't point it out, nodded, and communicated directly with his father.

"Dad, what did you call me here for? Is there anything you have to say in person?"

"Why, I can't ask you to come out if I have nothing to do. I am so busy because of you that I can't touch the ground. You are idle anyway. What's wrong with calling you out?"

Apparently Zhang's father had a lot of resentment towards Zhang Zhai for being a hands-off shopkeeper.

Zhang Zhai was helpless, sighed, said earnestly, and patted his father's shoulder seriously.

"Old Zhang, I know you have emotions, but even if you have emotions, it can't affect your work. You are also an old party member..."

"Crack! You fucking taught me a lesson." Father Zhang slapped Zhang Zhai's hand off, and then slapped him on the head.

"I said, Dad, can you stop hitting me on the head? My head is still quite valuable." Zhang Zhai felt a little resentful.

Can you stop everyone from hitting me on the head, it's quite a loss of IQ.

Zhang's father gave him a blank look, and he didn't bother anymore. Speaking of business.

"In the afternoon, Mirage Technology will hold a press conference plus a product launch event. Will you participate or not?"

"Product launch?" Zhang Zhai was a little surprised, "So fast? Didn't the company's office location not be found yet?"

"Hey, I don't even worry about my own company!" Zhang's father said angrily, "The company headquarters has already started to be built!"

Uh, although Zhang Zhai knew that his father and the government and the military would cooperate, money would clear the way, and the efficiency would be very fast, but this is too fast.

However, this is not the time to worry about this matter.

The point is, should I go to this press conference and product launch?

"Product launch, what time is it in the afternoon, I'll go."

Go, why not.

He doesn't need to keep a low profile, what he wants is to be high profile and high profile.

Therefore, he must go, and must go.

"Go, don't get in the car yet!"

"Huh? Shall I go back and change?"

"For another fart, your father has money to buy it for you! Hurry up and get in the car, and I will let the stylist fix your shape for you."

"Dad, you are inflated. I also paid you your current salary!"

"That's fine, I won't do it, let someone do it."

"Don't, Dad, don't always want to pick someone up, can you?"

"Then get in the car! Xiao Liu, drive."

...

Seeing the quarrel between the father and son, Chief Xie smiled.

...

Time, three o'clock in the afternoon.

Venue: Beijing National Convention Center.

The press conference venue had already been set up several days in advance, and it was completely set up at this time.

The whole venue was full of a dreamy feeling. The lighting, decoration, and overall layout all gave people a feeling of being between fantasy and reality.

The press conference venue also uses holographic technology, which is reasonably used on the top of the venue, or in other words, arranged in the entire venue.

The previous unified seats in the venue were canceled and replaced by some spheres of different sizes.

The reason for this is that the entire venue is covered by a holographic image: the starry sky.

As soon as you walk into the venue, you feel as if you have entered the galaxy of the universe.

Planets, stars, meteorites, nebulae, these are in the front, back, left, and right of people, as if within reach.

Such a dreamy starry sky is intoxicating.

Almost all the invited guest reporters, when they stepped into the venue, felt as if they had crossed time and space.

The heart was extremely shocked, and then they all looked at it obsessively, indulging in this dazzling, gorgeous and intoxicating starry sky.

It seems that this is not the scene of a press conference, but a certain corner in the universe.

This scene is really amazing,

The venue is also really amazing.

Countless photographers were snapping shots almost non-stop. Even this venue made them feel that their trip was worthwhile.

The reporters also expressed great interest in this press conference.

We know each other, and we communicate in twos and threes, discussing the conference of Mirage Technology.

They all want to know what the press conference will say after Mirage Technology has made such a big scene.

They communicated and glanced at the rostrum from time to time.

At this time, the rostrum was like a black hole in the starry sky, absorbing all light, so that it was pitch black, and nothing could be seen clearly.

finally,

"Boom, boom!"

There was a sound, and the rostrum, which was originally as dark as a black hole, emitted a dazzling light.

The light was so intense that everyone covered their eyes with their hands.

And in the light shining like a star, the rostrum slowly emerged.

Finally, it started.

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