Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

The door opened quickly.

An old man about 60 or 70 years old, smiling brightly, walked in from the outside.

"Academician Lu, long long long long ago! I wanted to visit you long ago, but unfortunately I never had a chance. Now I finally see you."

"Academician Zhang is polite. Come in and talk."

With some kind greetings, Lu Zhou invited Academician Zhang from the porch to the living room, and ordered Xiao Ai to pour a cup of hot tea for the guests.

The effort of a tea, the two started a detailed discussion on the issue of pulsed magnetic fields.

To be honest, although Lu Zhou had a general understanding of his academic abilities before that, his level was beyond his expectations.

What Lu Zhou didn't expect was that after reading his own thesis, he could come up with so many constructive academic ideas by inference.

To some extent, these constructive academic ideas have also inspired Lu Zhou himself.

It is precisely because of this that Lu Zhou's impression of scholars in this era has produced some changes.

The case of East Asia Power is just an example, and he is carrying the banner of second-generation controllable fusion research.

Although the research on the second-generation controllable fusion has made little progress in this century, not everyone is the same as Liu Sihai.

People who do things seriously and pursue academics still exist.

After listening quietly to Academician Zhang's theoretical analysis model of the study of high-power pulsed magnetic field on plasma disturbances, and the idea of ​​building this reactor on the moon, Lu Zhou could not help but feel a sense of meeting each other.

The construction of this reactor on the moon can be said to have been in the pipeline since he was still working on a generation of controlled fusion technology.

"... I'm very interested in what you said, don't know if you are interested in joining my project team?"

Speaking of excitement, Zhang Feiyue patted his knee and said excitedly.

"I do!"

Seeing that he promised so quickly, Lu Zhou didn't need to hesitate a little, then laughed and teased.

"Don't you ask about treatment and conditions?"

Zhang Feiyue said with a hearty smile.

"Can I participate in such a large project that is related to the future of human civilization? Is this a small matter that needs to be mentioned? Even if I bring my own dry food, I am willing!"

"Bring your own dry food? I can't do such a thing," Lu Zhou said with a smile. "Rest assured, follow me to do the experiment, the funds must be enough!"

...

Regardless of the second generation of controllable fusion research, the recent financial circles have indeed been somewhat turbulent.

The day after Song Yangwei was killed, news of his death finally spread.

At first someone saw an ambulance and police car parked in front of him, and then someone claimed to be a neighbor living near his house. He saw him lying on a stretcher and being carried into the ambulance.

Then, according to the hospital staff, when he was carried into the hospital, he was out of gas and was directly carried into the morgue.

There are different opinions on the cause of his death.

Some people say he was persecuted because shorting East Asia Power offended people who shouldn't be offended.

It was also said that it was a hidden illness left by him in his early years, which caused him to fall ill a long time ago, and this short failure failed to become the last straw that overwhelmed him mentally.

Still others have approached the truth indefinitely, and speculation is that the implanted prosthesis may have failed. After all, a rich man like him is not sorry for his own property if he does not replace a more durable organ.

After all, no one thought it would be a virus.

Because it sounds too incredible. Hacking bionic human memory or implanting prosthetic control chips in the 22nd century is infinitely more difficult than hacking into Ali's servers in the 21st century.

The former is procedural difficulty, while the latter is physical.

All in all, Song Yangwei died like this.

Although his experience is not as legendary as Liu Zhengxing, the chairman of East Asia Power, he and his Yang Wei Capital have a reputation in the investment world.

In particular, the short report released some time ago and the more than 10 billion that have been thrown out one after another have made him attract the attention of colleagues all over the world.

Now, he died so unknowingly that no one had thought of it.

In addition to making people sigh, what is more eye-catching is the huge legacy he left behind.

Especially Yangwei Capital.

In the eyes of countless people, especially in the eyes of colleagues, it is like a piece of fat.

For those of his relatives who have received his favor in the usual days, he did not even wait for his first seven, and began to fight for inheritance.

For outsiders, a commercial plot that directly raises Weiwei Capital has become a plan on the desk of countless investment companies.

"Lu Zhou ... I won't let you go!"

In prison, hearing the bad news from outside, Liu Sihai, wearing a prison uniform, squeezed his fists tightly, his eyes flushed.

His biggest and only relied on death.

Although the hospital's claim was natural death, he did not believe how it had anything to do with that Lu Zhou.

Since that surnamed Lu took power on the board, bad news has come one after another.

It was as if he was being targeted at him, first he was sent to the game, and then his old man.

Now, Song Yangwei's other children have jumped out again and started to compete for the family property. His wife even called in prison and cried for help, asking him what to do.

Facing the situation of advancing and retreating, Liu Sihai also blinded her eyes and didn't know what to do.

If he really worked so hard, he wouldn't be mixed up like he is now, or even thrown into the office.

Taking advantage of the few family visits this month, he obtained the permission to use the Internet, and immediately called the dog leg that was the first to look forward to him — that is, Yang Xiaofeng.

However, to his surprise, the phone call was not a sigh of coldness and warmth, nor a sympathy for the sick, but a mouth stinking mouth covering his face.

"Cao Nima! It's not your messy thing that can't support the wall all day in the research institute. Is Lao Tzu so miserable now? The work of East Asia Power R & D department! In order to stuff yourself in, you Do you know how hard Lao Tzu spent at home! My father knew that I was kicked out and almost broke Lao Tzu's leg! "

Scolded by his own dog-legs, Liu Sihai's face was full of iron.

"You ... are you taking the wrong medicine!"

"I've taken the wrong medicine, I eat your mother raw! Grass!"

As if in order to release all the resentment of dog licking all these years, Yang Xiaofeng spit out the mouth of his former boss, and hung up the phone with a beep.

Looking at the empty holographic screen, Liu Sihai's eyes could not believe it turned into hatred, and gradually turned from hatred into a deep despair.

Maybe he was wrong ...

Aside from being honest and honest, even if he converges a little, it will not develop to this day.

However, even thinking so, his heart was full of grievances.

This grievance is not because of his own obsession, but because of his injustice to heaven.

It wasn't just him who did it alone, why did the knife fall on him?

Up and down the entire East Asia Power, which department can really stay out of the business ...

...

East Asia Power Headquarters Building.

Office of Research Director.

Looking at Lu Zhou in front of him, Wu's face was full of expressions of embarrassment.

In front of him was an application for resignation.

Putting this agreement in front of him, Lu Zhou's meaning is already obvious, that is to let him get away.

However, Wu Qing did not expect that such a thing would happen to him.

There was a pleading voice, the old man said in a trembling tone.

"Does it have to be this way?"

Without any mercy on his face, Lu Zhou said indifferently: "Do you think there is room for discussion?"

There was a plea in his eyes, the old man said resolutely.

"I have been working hard for East Asia Power for decades, and I have worked hard even without credit."

This is a truth.

Although he became a research director only ten years ago, he has been working in the East Asia Store for more than 40 years since he joined the company.

In the past forty years, he hasn't used power to gain personal gain, but compared to other people, he is relatively convergent.

Because of the doctrine of the doctrine of the mean, in the principle of nothing is nothing, in the ten years he was in office, East Asia Power did not have any major problems. Occasionally, some small problems were handled by him smoothly.

He thinks that he is relatively good as a research director.

Looking at Director Wu who still didn't know where he was wrong, Lu Zhou said calmly.

"Doing nothing is also a sin, especially sitting in your place."

"What you call torture is to indulge Song Yangwei's party-building and private affairs. Open your eyes and shut one's eyes for their mischief. If this is what you call torture, then you should go and rest, at least don't give Others make trouble. "

"I can even ignore scholars who are morally flawed, as long as they do make achievements and come up with tangible research results. However, in the ten years you have been the research director, you have hundreds of research units. Has East Asia Power ever been able to produce even a single fruit? "

Hearing this sentence, a bitterness appeared in the eyes of the old man.

10 years?

Not to mention it is 10 years, even if the next 10 years, when he replaced him, he did not.

The kind of results that can be achieved by hand, how can it be done so well ...

Looking at the indifferent Lu Zhou, Wu Qing hesitated for a while, and finally sighed, and signed his name on the resignation agreement in front of him.

After a while, he may have thought of Director Liu Sihai, or maybe he had figured it out.

Staring at the electronic contract in front of him, he muttered.

"Thank you ... for leaving me decently."

"You have half a day to pack up."

Lu Zhou didn't say much, put away the electronic contract, threw the expression blankly, and turned away.

Recruitment of new employees has been completed, and more than two thousand fresh blood are waiting for training.

Now that the decaying dead meat has also been cut off, from this moment, East Asia Power will enter the battle lightly, face new challenges with a new look, and there are many things waiting for him to do.

Thinking of this, the corner of Lu Zhou's mouth can't help but a smile, and his steps are a lot lighter.

What he needs to consider next is only academic issues ...

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(Four million words, sprinkle flowers)