Ling Yue widened her eyes in disbelief. It seemed like she hadn't done anything, but this discount almost made her a millionaire.

Tang Nancheng rolled his eyes at this. This guy really had no idea about money. "Think about how many patents you've given out. I don't know how much foreign exchange you've earned. Now Director Fu walks out and says he has no money. Those people, Tuo Mo Xingzi, can drown Director Fu."

Ling Yue swallowed her saliva. With so much money, her hands felt hot.

"You take it," Ling Yue said, and quickly threw it into Tang Nancheng's arms. She couldn't control it.

"I'm going to do an experiment soon. I'm not sure how much money and equipment I can get approved for. If it's not enough, you can see if you can ask someone to buy some equipment for me."

Looking at Ling Yue's serious expression, Tang Nancheng's mouth twitched slightly.

It may be difficult for others to apply for research funding, but Ling Yue... Director Fu almost had to follow Ling Yue around to do odd jobs. Is it difficult?

The money in this passbook may not be spent.

Tang Nancheng sighed and said helplessly, "I'll ask the people from the Fifth Academy to help buy some more when the time comes."

Isn't it more reliable to enrich Ling Yue's laboratory than for Ling Yue to worry about insufficient research funds?

Ling Yue nodded quickly: "By the way, is there anything else?"

"Yes, this is a letter from your former classmates. It was sent two years ago and last year. I haven't received it yet this year."

Ling Yue nodded. In the past few years, she received letters and some snacks and food from Zhang Keke every year. Over time, Ling Yue would send her some local specialties when she was free. If she forgot, Tang Nancheng would buy some and send it to her himself. They had never lost contact.

"The first year you were in there, I didn't respond because I was on a mission. For the next two years, I sent things as usual, but no letters."

Ling Yue opened the letter and read it while asking, "Where are the others? Have you contacted them?"

"No."

Ling Yue didn't care. A few years ago, Xiangzhong caught a big wave by following Wang Yan's line, and Wang Yan has been offline since then.

Except for Zhang Keke, she didn't have much impression of the other classmates.

As usual, Zhang Keke's letter told Ling Yue about gossip happening around her. The next letter was filled with worry, asking if something had happened and why there was no letter.

Ling Yue's lips curled up into a smile unconsciously. From the letter, she could guess that Zhang Keke still maintained her original liveliness.

He put down the letter and took out the letter paper, and wrote back to Zhang Keke. He didn't say much, just saying that he was not at home due to work reasons and was unable to reply in time. Then he asked about her health, wrote a piece of paper in a flourish, and finally handed it to Tang Nancheng, and specifically instructed:

"After a few days of calm, I'll go to the store and buy some things and send them over."

Although Ling Yue and Zhang Keke are both in Beijing now, they have not met each other since Ling Yue left the Imperial University of Peking.

One reason is that their schedules do not overlap, and Ling Yue comes to the capital almost always on weekdays.

Second, Ling Yue rarely has time to come back, and the little time she has is spent accompanying her elder sister and the others, so she has never found a suitable opportunity to go out.

"Okay," Tang Nancheng put the letter away. "The work documents are all in the Fifth Academy. Sometimes Dean Qian comes back to help deal with some of them. But this year, Dean Qian has been in Qinghai or traveling around the southwest, so there are quite a lot of documents accumulated."

Ling Yue frowned upon hearing this and asked in confusion, "Southwest? What is Uncle Qian doing in the southwest?"

"I don't know about that."

Qian Zilin's itinerary is usually kept secret, and it is only because he is close to Ling Yue that he knows more about it. Others might think that Qian Zilin has been in Qinghai and has not moved.

Ling Yue nodded and thought about the recent development of the southwest, which included military and heavy industries. For a moment, she really couldn't think of which area to focus on.

There is no need to worry. Qian Zilin will tell her when it is time for her to know.

"Okay, then you should rest early."

In the compound, Wang Jianguo and Tang Nancheng lived in the lounge. Although it was called a lounge, it was actually similar to a room, except that it had two bunk beds and no separate room.

After Tang Nancheng left, Ling Yue closed the door and continued writing the hearing aid design she had written that afternoon.

After putting pen to paper, he asked the time on the 7th, which was one in the morning, and then he slowly walked towards the bed.

On the seventh day in the compound, Xiangzhong finally came back.

As soon as he came back, he found Ling Yue and told her the time to go to Qinghai to pick up Mr. Zhu, which was set for May 20th. Ling Yue would take the special plane there, arriving a day in advance, and pick him up early the next morning.

Calculating the time, there are still ten days until the old Tianzhu comes back.

Yes, with the development of technology, Ling Yue took over a lot of work from Qian Zilin, allowing Qian Zilin to have more time to develop other things.

In the three years since Ling Yue came in, there have been more cars and airplanes have become almost universal. Although there are relatively few airports, everything is moving in a positive direction.

Ling Yue wanted to go to Qinghai. She no longer had to take a ten-day train ride to get there. She could just take a plane for a few hours and then transfer to another bus.

Ling Yue followed the special plane and did not need to change cars. She stopped directly on the Qinghai grassland.

"Didn't Mr. Zhu go to the Qinghai Martyrs Cemetery first?"

"No, we initially told Mr. Zhu's family that we should bury him first in the Qinghai Martyrs Cemetery and then bring him to Beijing after the city calmed down. However, his family refused, saying they didn't want to disturb Mr. Zhu a second time. So the memorial hall has been maintained and he hasn't been buried yet."

Ling Yue's hands trembled slightly as Xiangzhong spoke: "Mr. Zhu's hometown is in Zhejiang."

"Well, it was Master Zhu's idea to bury him in the capital. He said he wanted to see the flags in the square flying high in the sky."

I want to see you too.

Xiangzhong didn't say the last words. Lingyue was already feeling a heavy burden, and saying more would only make her feel more guilty.

"Lingyue, you, get ready and go see Master Zhu for the last time."

After Xiangzhong finished speaking, he didn't say anything more. If Xiaoying hadn't come over specifically to say that Lingyue was in a bad mood, none of them would have thought of this.

Among them, Ling Yue was undoubtedly under great pressure, and was the one who blamed herself the most after the incident.

Being able to see Mr. Zhu for the last time might make Ling Yue feel better.

Ling Yue just raised the corners of her mouth reluctantly to show that she was fine. After sending Xiangzhong out, she turned around and went back.

I waited anxiously. It was only ten days, but it felt like a century had passed and I couldn't finish the work.

It was obvious that she used to be cold-hearted and only loved her laboratory. Even the teacher who took her out of the orphanage could not make her mood fluctuate in the slightest.

But now, she is bound by everything, and happiness or sadness has become her normal state.

When she wasted another piece of paper, the eldest sister sighed and gently pulled out the pen from Ling Yue's hand.

"Eat first, okay? Don't let Big Sister worry."

Ling Yue came back to her senses, smiled bitterly and nodded.

She was really fine, she just kept thinking about the time when they worked together in Qinghai.

The ten days finally came, and Ling Yue, under the escort of Wang Jianguo and others, boarded the special plane to Qinghai.