Shenhao: Gold Medal Investor

The Spring Festival will be here soon.

During the previous Spring Festival, Gao Si basically stayed at home and read all kinds of books that his mother questioned as "useful", until he was forcibly kicked out for fun, or was called out by his classmates to attend a party that he felt was perfunctory.

It’s not surprising at all, this is the daily life of a man in science and engineering. Who makes his father want him to become a mathematician?

The thing Gao Si hates the most is visiting relatives during the Chinese New Year. When he was very young, he would go to the countryside of Jinling every year to celebrate the New Year. Gao Si’s father, Gao Wenyuan, was an only son, but his grandfather had six brothers.

This strange family recognition ceremony would give Gao Si a headache.

While he was wondering why he smiled and said hello to a bunch of people he didn't know, he followed his mother, Han Ying, in obediently repeating the names of various relatives. The rule Gao Si summed up was that those names with a ' in the middle

People with the character "文", no matter their age, are brothers and sisters with him. Those with the character "学" in the middle of their names are all brothers and sisters of Gao Xueyi, his father. People in my hometown seem to be very particular about this.

Later, Gao Si's grandfather passed away. The taciturn grandma went to the United States by herself. His father Gao Xueyi insisted on changing his name to Gao Si. It seemed that he had made a very powerful uncle angry, and he said he would not change his name if he dared.

Write it in the family tree.

Gao Si didn't care whether his name was Gao Si or Gao Wenyuan. Anyway, as long as others called him smoothly, it would be fine. But he didn't understand why he had to write his name in that tattered book. Except for worshiping ancestors every year, that tattered book had never been called.

No one will read it, and even if it is for ancestor worship, no one will open it.

Dad Gao Xueyi said that it was not a broken book, but a family tree and should be respected. But when Gao Si asked what was the use of writing his name in the family tree, his father told him that it was of no use at all.

Since then, Gao Si's family has traveled less with relatives in their hometown. They no longer go back to their hometown to celebrate the New Year. This makes Gao Si very happy.

As soon as Gao Si came back from the west, he found someone to separate four small bedrooms on the first floor. One was for his parents, one was for Gao Wenting, one was little Tingting's children's room, and there was another natural room.

It was left to Zhuang Zuqin.

As for Gao Si himself, of course he lives in the basement. The studio, gym, conference room... all these functions are in the basement. He has become accustomed to the days when Miss Zhuang calls out to her upstairs.

On this day, Gao Si was lying on the flat sofa with virtual reality glasses on his head, thinking about how to improve an algorithm. Gao Wenting's voice came from the stairs.

"Brother, you are so lazy. Your parents are here. Xiaoting, go get your brother up and stop him from sleeping."

Little Tingting didn't know that she was shot by Gao Wenting. She immediately ran down the stairs happily and rushed to Gao Si who was lying on the sofa.

Just when she was about to pounce on Gao Si, Gao Si suddenly turned over and sat up to hide. Xiao Tingting was startled, and her smile returned to her face instantly, and she reached out to grab Gao Si's arm. Unexpectedly, she was struck by Gao Si's big hand.

He pressed his forehead.

Gao Si said: "Xiaoting, don't make trouble, brother is at work."

Xiao Tingting looked back at Gao Wenting on the stairs. Gao Wenting made a pinching motion with a smirk.

Little Tingting moved forward lightly, ready to pinch the soft flesh on Gao Si's waist. Unexpectedly, before her little hand touched Gao Si, it was clamped by Gao Si's two fingers again.

"Xiaoting, go play with your sister. Brother really has work to do. He will come upstairs to find you in half an hour. Go ahead."

Little Tingting did not leave, but hugged Gao Si, put her little head into Gao Si's arms and asked, "Brother, how can you still see me with black glasses?"

Gao Si pushed the virtual reality glasses to the top of his head, rubbed Xiao Tingting's head with his hands and said, "Although I can't see you, I can feel your direction and distance."

"Tell me how you feel. Xiaoting also wants to learn."

Gao Si scratched Tingting's little nose with his finger and said seriously: "That's it, close your eyes, and then use your imagination to draw a map in your head. Then connect the two people with a straight line, and then try harder

I wonder how long this line is. If you concentrate enough, your brain will automatically give you an answer. However, this is my brother's unique skill, and no one else can do it."

After hearing this, Xiao Tingting immediately closed her eyes and got into Gao Si's arms.

After a while, she said seriously: "Brother, I feel it too. There is zero distance between you and me."

Gao Si looked at his watch and saw that it was past twelve o'clock, so he put aside the matter of modifying the algorithm. He praised: "My Xiaoting is so awesome, she even understands what zero distance is. Are you hungry? Let's go up.

Let’s go eat upstairs.”

upstairs.

Gao Xueyi was sitting on the sofa, eating melon seeds, and Zhuang Zuqin and Han Ying were sitting on the table chatting.

Gao Si greeted: "Dad, Mom, you are here. Are you tired from the journey? You can rest for a while, and then we will go out to eat."

Zhuang Zuqin said: "There is no need to go out. I ordered a delicious dish for my uncle and aunt to try Sister Mengge's molecular cuisine."

Gao Si grinned and said with a smile: "Eating sky-high-priced food again? Okay, I guess Xiaoting must like it very much."

When he heard the word sky-high-priced dishes, Han Ying frowned and said, "Xiaoqin, I told you not to order anything too expensive, just eat a few bites. When your uncle Gao and I were at home, we often cooked a bowl of noodles.

It’s lunch time.”

Zhuang Zuqin laughed and said: "There are no sky-high-priced dishes. Gao Si was just joking. That is Sister Mengge's new molecular kitchen, which is very delicious. The food is indeed quite expensive, but it is also a business that Gao Si is involved in investing in. We

Eat something cheap for yourself.”

Gao Xueyi didn't seem too happy. He immediately used the topic after hearing this: "I said that we should drive here in the car that Xiaoqin gave us. It is fast and can go on the highway. Your mother insisted on driving that old-age scooter. Otherwise, we would have arrived long ago.

You can cook for yourself at noon."

Han Ying immediately responded: "You said that you sit in the back seat of a car and only have to say what you say when you eat. Why do you care which car I drive? I like Xiaopeng Light Electric. It is easy, stable and safe to drive."

After she finished speaking, she suddenly saw Zhuang Zuqin sitting across from him blinking at her with big eyes, and quickly explained: "Oh, Xiaoqin, it's not that Auntie doesn't like the car you gave her, it's because Auntie's skills are not good and she doesn't dare to drive long distances."

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Zhuang Zuqin said with a smile: "The Xiaopeng Light Electric is indeed very good. It is very safe and worry-free, but the speed is a bit slow. Whenever the Xiaopeng Light Electric can run at high speeds, I will buy one. The speed limit does not need to be too high.

, it’s enough to be able to drive at a speed of 120 kilometers per hour. It’s best to lift the restrictions on fully autonomous driving.”

Gao Si nodded quickly and sincerely, but he didn't agree in his heart. How could it be so simple to break through the shackles of a new industry? He just wanted to solve the internal affairs of the city first and then talk about it.

As for advanced capabilities such as high-speed running and autonomous driving, he doesn't dare to hope for it. Other car companies can't wait to use these shortcomings to blacken Xiaopeng Qidian into the mud, so that it will never get ahead. How can it be allowed to be this kind of alternative?

What about the elderly scooters on the highway?