Material Empire: Start Cans For Airplanes

"Bastard, the old man hasn't had breakfast yet, so you're here to catch the job!"

Although Professor Zhao scolded fiercely, his face was full of joy: I didn't hurt the little bastard for nothing, and I didn't forget to do research when I was doing business.

have a future!

"Teacher, in order to engage in this world-shocking project, I didn't sleep all night. The thesis has been faxed, and you can read it after you go to work. I'll go to bed first.

Su Hao's tired voice came from the microphone.

"The idiot sleeps on the cold bed, relying on firepower..." Professor Zhao was swearing vigorously when he heard the busy voice of "beep beep beep".

Obviously, the phone has been hung up over there.

Meng Shanshui has been so busy recently that his feet are on the ground. Poor Professor Zhao has no one to make breakfast, so he can only go to the street to buy soy milk and fried dough sticks to take back to the office to eat.

Still thinking about Su Hao's thesis, he pedaled the bicycle very fast.

The old professor clearly knows the character of the students he brings, and since it is said to be a thesis that shocked the world, it must have high gold content.

Could it be that a brand new fiber optic material was created for the old man?

With doubts, Professor Zhao went upstairs to the reception room to get the fax materials.

This thing is very precious, and it cannot be taken away by others.

Brat, too careless.

"Materials Application and Research" is a top material journal in China. Although it has not gained much international fame, it is still very influential in the domestic academic field.

If there is no certain gold content, it is absolutely impossible to develop.

While worrying about the students, Professor Zhao signed and accepted the faxed materials, and walked and read them with soy milk and fried dough sticks in his hand.

"Oh my God''!"

Professor Zhao was terrified by the title. He gave up the soy milk fritters bought for 80 cents, and ran away.

Aunt in the reception room stuck his head out of the window when he heard the yelling, but only saw the back of Professor Zhao lumbering downstairs: "What happened to old man Zhao? It's really creepy.

The ghost-calling Professor Zhao, Rilu yelled and ran to the juvenile head teacher's office.

"Look! Papers written by my students!"

With a slap, he took a photo of the faxed materials on the desk of the department head. Professor Zhao was panting, proud as a big rooster.

"Virtue!"

The head of the department glared at him, put the thermos away slowly, and then turned around to pick up the fax: "I...my god!"

Another crazy one!

"Let's go, I'll borrow a car from the principal, let's contribute to Su Hao together!" The head of the department jogged all the way, grabbing Professor Zhao's arm: "Wahaha! I can't wait to see old man Guo's face.

Facts have proved that the old man Guo has more money than the department head and Professor Zhao.

Otherwise, how can someone be the principal.

"`Crack!"

After rereading a paper more than ten times, President Guo slapped the table to express his excitement.

Regardless of the pain in his hand, he waved his hand: "Go! Let's contribute together!"

Is your old man not sick?

Professor Zhao looked at Principal Guo with some concern: "Principal, in your capacity, isn't it a bit too much to personally (the Wang) submit manuscripts to the little bastard?"

"You are the little bastard, and your whole family is a little bastard!" Principal Guo was furious: "Su Hao is the most outstanding student who graduated from our school, bar none!"

"Whoever dares to call you little bastard again, I can't beat him to death!"

President Guo is a core scientist who participated in the "Two Bombs and One Satellite".

After he had spoken, the head of the department and Professor Zhao could only obediently follow behind like gray grandchildren, dare to think about the magazine. .