Upon hearing this, Mr. Lin and the other two fell into deep thought.

Dean Shi was the first to speak up: "Although the artificial organ ostensibly originated from the Huaqing University Medical Research Laboratory, they wouldn't have been able to accomplish this without Dean Xiaolin's ideas. To put it bluntly, they're merely executors."

"The current trade fair is indeed a success. I think you should be the primary person to handle it. If you must reward them, let the country step in and give them some tangible honor. You can give them a little monetary reward. You can't just give them a few tens of thousands of dollars just because the trade fair made hundreds of billions of dollars."

President Lin is also concerned about the ownership of artificial intelligence research results.

"The higher-ups will have their own opinions on this, Dean Kobayashi. You should make it clear to everyone how the eight artificial intelligence research projects should be conducted."

Director pursed his lips and nodded slowly.

That's the reason.

Strictly speaking, the people in the Huaqing University Medical Research Laboratory are not even formal researchers.

Artificial intelligence has achieved remarkable results, but these people should not be overwhelmed by the huge success.

People's hearts are fickle.

"Before we started our artificial heart research, we reported this to our superiors. Since then, we have also regularly updated them on our research progress. This ensures there won't be any misunderstandings regarding the ownership of the research."

"The artificial organ exhibition was so successful that reporters will definitely come to Huaqing University's medical research laboratory to interview us, and the newspapers will report on this objectively."

She did need to be careful, as more than 20 people in the lab were involved in the artificial heart research.

She couldn't guarantee that everyone was selfless.

If rumors spread that Marshal Lin plundered the research results of medical students from Huaqing University, it would be really troublesome.

She would consult Mr. Zhang about this matter the next day and then ask Minister Liu to handle it.

Since you are helping others, you should give them corresponding compensation.

"Mom~"

A childish yet fierce voice came from outside the door.

Lang Lang, wearing a specially made fitted military uniform, ran in panting from outside, holding a pistol that was twice the size of his palm.

"Mom~gun."

He raised his little arms with all his strength and waved the gun in his hand to everyone.

It's hard to say this clearly. I heard that Lin Qingqing was raped, so I spent the past few days in Song Yiyuan's private weapons library, busy making a gun.

Tiantian's family threatened to kill anyone who bullied his mother.

Song Yiyuan stroked his forehead.

He talked his mouth off before finally coaxing his son to take the bullets out of the gun.

It's only been three days, and he's already shaking his son when he walks. He even made a pocket pistol for his son, Wu Curry, while standing on the bench, and even made special bullets for the pistol.

This millimeter bullet does not exist anywhere in the world.

If my son were to put it in the wall, it could kill someone a few meters away.

For such a small pocket gun, my eldest son even made a high-power scope.

he:"……"

Song Yiyuan put the envelope he brought with him on the table, and helplessly held down his son's arm, hugging his son with an angry face and walking aside.

"Lang Lang, Mommy has something to do. Daddy will take you to find the bad guys later."

Lang Lang turned around even more angrily.

Raise your arms again.

"You lied to me for three days!"

“Hahahahaha~”

"Puff~"

“Hahahaha~”

There was laughter in the office.

Lang Lang frowned.

What are these people laughing at??

The gun in his hand is the most advanced pistol in the world.

Do they understand?!

Lin Qingqing glanced at her son, whose facial features were almost distorted with anger, picked up the envelope, opened it, took out the letter inside and shook it out.

In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on the thin piece of letter paper in Lin Qingqing's hand.

The office was quiet.

He still wanted to make some noise, but now he thought the adults were really busy, so he sat down quietly.

The anger on his face did not subside at all.

His mother was stabbed, and if he did nothing but cut the man into pieces, how could he still have the face to call himself Song?

"Ninety-five hundred and ninety-six billion."

Lin Qingqing reported the total revenue from the five-day artificial intelligence exhibition in a clear voice.

"Hiss~"

"Hiss~"

"Hiss~"

The three Lin brothers gasped.

I almost couldn't sit still and fell to the ground.

Yesterday it was still more than 620 billion.

this……

The extra 330 billion yuan were orders placed on the last day.

The office fell silent again.

Lin Lao and the other two could clearly hear their own breathing.

They looked at each other in disbelief.

Dean Shi slapped his face vigorously.

"Pah pah pah~"

Calm, calm, calm.

Nine hundred billion is nothing.

What’s the big deal about making more than 950 billion in five days?

That's nearly 200 billion a day, which is equivalent to China's GDP in more than two years.

But what does this mean?

Dean Kobayashi will lead them to break records again and again and create even more impossible possibilities.

Old Lin turned around in a daze and looked at Dean Shi, who was behaving very strangely. He opened his mouth to laugh, but his eyes instantly became moist.

He slowly turned his neck and looked at Lin Qingqing.

"President Xiaolin, now the world has seen China's medical strength, right? They've seen how powerful we are, right? Doesn't this prove that China's medical technology is second to none? Will we no longer have to humble ourselves and ask other countries for advice on medical technology?"

He asked several questions in a row and spoke incoherently.

Lin Qingqing nodded.

"That's enough evidence."

The five words landed resoundingly on the hearts of the three Lin brothers.

"No country will dare to mock China's medical technology in the future."

Lin Qingqing chuckled and took a sip of the teacup beside her.

Calm and composed.

Today it's medical care, the day after tomorrow it's agriculture, and the day after tomorrow it's military, technology, and nuclear weapons...

Pick them up one by one.

It's not difficult.

"Marshal Lin, I want to dedicate the rest of my life to the Sky Eagle Guard. You must help me do this."

Mr. Lin said solemnly.

He wanted to see with his own eyes that China was becoming stronger and stronger... so strong that other countries would not dare to hold their chins high when standing in front of him.

Twenty years ago, he and a group of Chinese researchers went to Country M to study technology.

Country M tried every means to make things difficult for them.

Not only do they not allow them to learn anything real, but they also humiliate them.

They even put dead rats and various poisonous insects in their food, leaving them hungry for three whole days.

One day, China finally breathed a sigh of relief for him.