Black Technology Monopoly

Zhang Heng was awakened by his mother's knock at the door.

Stumbled to the toilet and washed his face, suddenly, Zhang Heng just felt refreshed in his mind, walked out of the bathroom, his parents had set dinner in the living room.

After having dinner, Zhang Heng originally planned to continue his great sleep, but his father suddenly knocked Zhang Heng's head with chopsticks.

"Why?"

Zhang Heng was startled, thinking that he had done something wrong that made his father unhappy.

"Is your kid well-developed? Tell Xiaoxin?" Zhang Father asked with a stare.

"Not yet." Zhang Heng shook his head blankly, and Xiao Xin in Zhang's father's mouth was Zhang Heng's sister. My sister is four years younger than Zhang Heng. This year is the third year of high school. She is studying at Bashu Middle School and can only go home once a month.

Speaking of Bashu Middle School, the first reaction of Chongzhou people is almost the iconic slogan, ‘I ’m proud of Bashu today, and I ’m proud of Bashu tomorrow. ’

In addition to this, you probably want to count the well-known title of "Prodigal School".

Bashu Middle School is a veritable aristocratic school. There are as many rich people as there are rivers and rivers, but the style of study is very strong. It ranks among the top five in the college admission rate of Chongzhou. Therefore, many ordinary people would rather spend a lot of money. Send your child to this school.

And Zhang Heng's sister is the case.

When Zhang Xin was in the middle of the entrance exam three years ago, because of the on-the-spot tension, she didn't play well enough, and her score was only enough to go to a third-rate high school. Therefore, Zhang Fu decided to lead the family to cut down on food and clothing, and spent money to send Zhang Xin to the noble school Bashu Middle School.

For this reason, Zhang Heng's college tuition fees during the semester were almost not enough.

Boys need to be poor and girls need to be rich. This is the principle of life that Zhang ’s father has always implemented. Only after suffering from Zhang Heng, he was forced to develop a habit of hard work and independence.

However, Zhang Heng did not feel unfair. If he had not developed a strong personality, he would not have survived the biochemical crisis. In the face of insufficient tuition fees, Zhang Heng just worked an extra job and just gritted his teeth. Survived.

For this reason, Zhang's father often feels sorry for Zhang Heng.

In fact, the family's economy was so tense before. It may have nothing to do with sister Zhang Heng going to school in Bashu. Regardless of tuition fees, the sponsorship fee of more than 30,000 is enough for ordinary families to drink.

"Go, pick up your sister by car. Tomorrow we will go to the restaurant to celebrate." At this time, I don't know what kind of wind was blowing, Father Zhang said while smoking after dinner.

"Now?" Zhang Heng stunned and looked at the time subconsciously.

"This Friday, the school is closed." Father Zhang waved his hand impatiently. "Go and get back."

"Okay." Zhang Heng was silent. The old man was not eccentric for a day or two. Zhang Heng was used to it and had to pick up the car key and leave the house.

After leaving the house, Zhang Heng didn't go directly to Bashu Middle School, but looked at the time. There is still three hours before the younger sister learns next night. Zhang Heng must be unable to enter the school at this time, so he simply drove to In the commercial street in the city center, I spent half an hour to change myself.

When he came out of the commercial building, Zhang Heng had sold his guns completely and changed his guns. The upper body was a light blue woodpecker casual suit, the inner was a white shirt, the lower body was a pair of Versace jeans, and the Iron Lion Tony casual boots were pedaling.

Looking at his appearance in the rearview mirror, Zhang Heng nodded with satisfaction. After wearing a pair of Armani polarized sunglasses, he drove back to Bashu Middle School and dialed his sister's phone. .

"Hello?" A soft, soft voice came out of the phone.

"Hey, hey, I'm your brother."

"Brother, why do you call me well?" The voice on the phone seemed a little nervous.

Zhang Heng felt that her sister's tone wasn't right. After listening carefully, she could hear the noise of heavy metal music on the phone. She raised her eyebrows suddenly, "Xiaoxin, where are you?"

"I ..." The voice on the phone seemed a little flustered. "I'm studying on my own in the study room. Whoops, the teacher is coming, I'm going to hang up." After that, a beep came from the phone.

Zhang Heng snorted, didn't believe the botched scam at all, and called the phone again, but before the call was connected, the message "The user you dialed is powered off" came.

Zhang Heng suddenly had a headache, his sister was good everywhere, she was beautiful, and she was tall and tall, but under the pamper of her father, she developed a habit of playfulness.

The good looks and playful personality destined her to suffer more value shocks than ordinary people in high school.

Zhang Heng also experienced the chaotic period of high school, so he knew it very well. In the high school era, it was the boundary between adult and underage. Many people made mistakes there and experienced countless kinds of life. the first time.

The first smoking, the first drinking, the first fighting, the first skipping class, the first love; even the first time I tasted the forbidden fruit ......

Because of knowing the chaos in high school, Zhang Heng once warned his sister and his sister: "If you let me know that after studying at Bashu Middle School, you do n’t study well but secretly fall in love, I will take you and your target's legs. All interrupted! "

Of course, it ’s only an exaggeration to break the legs. Zhang Heng just ca n’t stand his parents getting up early every night and setting up a business late at night. The money earned from sweat is wasted by his sister.

Thinking of this, Zhang Heng's expression gradually became cold. If he heard it correctly, he heard the sound of heavy metal music that only bar can emit on his sister's phone.

Thinking of this, Zhang Heng called the younger sister's girlfriend, Yang Yang, who lived in the same old community as her own family. It was also because of the closeness of the family that the two became close friends.

However, unexpectedly, Zhang Heng found that Yang Yang's phone was the same as his sister's. Just after dialing, he heard a busy tone. It seemed that he had hung up after seeing the identity of the caller.

Zhang Heng looked even more solemn. At this time, he was 100% sure that his sister had something to hide from himself. The next moment, he immediately sent a message to Yang Yang:

"I know you are in the bar now, and you and Xiaoxin remember to protect yourself. If someone invites you to where you go, you must not agree! Even if that person is a classmate you know, understand? I want to pick up Xiaoxin now Go home, can you tell me the address of the bar? Liang ... Zhang Heng must be grateful! "

After sending the message, Zhang Heng took a deep breath. For some reason, he just felt an irritable irritability in his heart. It seemed that something bad was about to happen.

Just then, Zhang Heng's cell phone suddenly rang, and Zhang Heng didn't look at it in a hurry. "Hey, is it Xiaoxin, you ..."

"Hello, Mr. Zhang Heng, I'm the dean of the Chongzhou Branch of the Chinese Academy of Sciences. My name is Li Lian." A dull voice of a middle-aged man came over the phone.

Zhang Heng suddenly hesitated, and swallowed back what he was about to say, "Hello, what are you doing to me?"

"I read your information from the Provincial Human Resources Department. I think you really have something to do in viral bioengineering. I wonder if you are interested in coming to work at the Zhongzhou Branch of the Chinese Academy of Sciences?" That voice seemed to be giving orders. Used to it, even when complimented, the tone was very stiff, and without turning around, he directly stated his purpose.

"Sorry, no." Since the other party was so simple, Zhang Heng didn't bother to talk nonsense, and refused directly, while hanging up the phone.

The other party must have come because they knew they were the inventor of t-1. Although Zhang Heng had instructed Li Jianguo not to disclose his identity, he could only conceal ordinary people. In the face of the country, Zhang Heng had no intention to conceal his identity, because that was impossible in itself.

However, just after hanging up, the phone immediately rang again. Zhang Heng picked it up and looked at the same landline number as before.

"Hey, I have a very important thing to do now, please don't bother me if you can!" Zhang Heng pressed the answer button impatiently and waited for the other person to speak. At this moment he was worried about the safety of his sister. Where can I talk to the other party about the situation?

"Mr. Zhang Heng, if you are not willing to join us, of course we will not force it, but I don't know if you can also give us a copy of the t-1 information? We at Chongzhou Branch are willing to exchange it at a price." Say it slowly.

Zhang Heng hesitated, and immediately fell into alarm, "I don't know what you are talking about, what t-1? Did you make the wrong call?"

"Mr. Zhang Heng, please don't get me wrong, we are indeed members of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, but for some internal reasons, we have to wait for one month to get permission to view t-1, so ..." The voice on the phone seemed awkward .

Zhang Heng shook his head anxiously, unceremoniously, "I'm sorry, I'm really not available right now. What can I wait for when I have time to say, ok?" Then he hung up the phone again.

At this time, not far from the suburbs of Chongzhou, a middle-aged man wearing a dark green military uniform and a major general's shoulder flowers on his epaulettes hung up the phone, inside a military base established by a country.

And beside him, a group of researchers with gray hair and white coats covered their mouths and grinned, and seemed to be very happy to see the middle-aged man eating like a choke.

"Hey, Li Xiaozi, you are invited personally by the dean of the rank of Major General, and the other party ignores you. It seems that your identity does not work." An elderly man with all white hair laughed politely.

"Huh, if he was my soldier, I would have tied him up already!" The middle-aged general known as Li Xiaozi gave a cold hum, and resigned to the two young researchers next to him, "Give him every day in the future. Call once and if he changes his mind, remember to notify me immediately! "

"Understand!" The two quickly saluted. 2k novel reading network