Qian Zilin continued with a grim expression, "But you also know that our country is in a state of disrepair right now. We may not be able to gather the thirty professionals you want domestically."

"Comrade Xiangzhong asked me to ask you if you can find any university students. If so, they can arrange an exam or recommend you a few with excellent grades."

Ling Yue stared at Qian Zilin in amazement for a moment.

She had thought about encountering many difficulties, but she never thought about the lack of professional personnel.

In the interstellar age, because scientific researchers are well paid and have high status, many people choose this path. On a planet, there may be one or two out of a hundred people.

Unexpectedly, among the 400 million Chinese people, there are not enough 30 professionals in physics, meteorology, mechanics, and technology.

But think about it, her original intention was to teach them technology, not to create technology herself. In this case, college students can also do it. They are highly malleable, and with guidance from around, they will be able to stand on their own in a few years or even a dozen years.

Ling Yue thought about it and said, "Okay, but I require a written test and an interview."

The written test tests attitude and professional knowledge learned in college, which can reflect their learning ability. The interview can see the person's mentality, thoughts, etc. Even if these people will not need her to lead them in the future, if she wants to find a good seedling, recommendation is definitely not a good choice.

After Qian Zilin agreed, he returned to the office and helped Ling Yue convey the message. Zhao Shi, who was now in Jiangnan, was writing something at his desk.

"Old Zhao, Old Zhao, come out quickly." The voice came before the person was seen.

The man had a scar on his face, from the corner of his eye to his lips, covering half of his face.