Chapter 293 Chapter 294 How much do you want? Is one hundred kilograms enough? (Second update)
Adopted daughter?
Bai Shi raised an eyebrow.
Why is there another person who wants to adopt an adopted daughter?
"Who is it?" Bai Shi flicked the ash lazily and looked sideways at Dean Jian.
Dean Jian did not hide it, "You probably don't know the old man from the Chen family. He was watching you in the audience last time. He's the old friend I told you about and wanted to introduce to you." "
The Chen family?" Bai Xi leaned back on the windowsill with her hands, "Which Chen?"
"Their Chen family," Dean Jian said here, his voice lowered, as if with some fear and sigh: "It's a family that has been passed down for thousands of years, and the ancestor is General Chen Ye."
"Ah," Bai Xi bit her cigarette and smiled meaningfully, "Chen Ye."
She spoke quite casually, and when she mentioned Chen Ye, it was as if she was talking about "the guy named Wang next door."
Dean Jian: "..."
"Yes, it's General Chen Ye," Dean Jian said slowly to Bai Shi, "You have to think about it carefully. This is not just a simple song-writing consideration for you. It is very important to you." As
the adopted daughter of Mr. Chen, apart from other things, this identity will allow her to walk around Jiangjing without any problems in the future.
"That's not necessary," Bai Shi retracted her gaze, looked at the sun room downstairs, and said slowly, "I'm not afraid that he will dream about his ancestors looking for him at night."
The last sentence was said in a low voice.
Dean Jian didn't hear clearly, "What did you say?"
"I said, let him save it," Bai Shi stretched out her hand to pinch out the cigarette, opened the window a little wider, and smiled nonchalantly: "Don't think too much."
**
Jiang left the laboratory.
He stood in front of the big screen, reached out to take the black pen clipped on the collar of his white coat, and pointed the tip of the pen at the simulated aircraft picture on the screen that he simulated with CFD.
The engine in the picture drove the energy body to diffuse in all directions.
He stood in front, his posture was straight, his eyes under the glasses were very cold, and his eyelashes were slightly folded.
In the conference room, none of the team members and professors spoke, just staring at the big screen quietly.
After finishing his speech, he reached out to close the pen cap. In the conference room, most of the professors exchanged ideas about the engine just now.
Some people didn't remember the key points of the meeting, but they didn't dare to look for Jiang Fuli.
Only He Wen followed Jiang Fuli with his notebook, "Mr. Jiang, I just asked them to send dinner to the lounge."
"Yeah," Jiang Fuli walked to the laboratory, put the pen back on his chest, and smoothed the wrinkles on his clothes, "How much did you understand about the turbulent chaotic system I just talked about?"
"I recorded it." He Wen took out his recorder.
Jiang Fuli looked at him and wanted to say something, but in the end he just said "Yeah" coldly and retracted his gaze.
After returning to Jiangjing, he handed over the dark matter to the person in charge.
During this time, he also participated in the research of the Mars rover with Academician Ma. In order to have a holiday during the New Year, he usually stayed in the laboratory until late during this period.
He Wen touched his nose silently. He was not like Jiang Fuli who could remember what others said after listening to it once.
He took a recorder to the common room outside, opened the cabinet and took out his mobile phone. While eating his lunch box, he sent a message to Bai Mi.
Inside.
Jiang Fuli was still surveying data.
Beside him, the team members held pens and papers, listening and tremblingly writing down the questions raised by Jiang Fuli.
The mobile phone in his pocket lit up. He was the founder of the laboratory and could bring a mobile phone into the laboratory like Academician Ma -
[eat]
Just two words, without even a punctuation mark.
Jiang Fuli looked at these two words for a long time without saying a word.
Beside him, the team member trembled, risked his life to raise his head, and looked at Jiang Fuli's indifferent profile, just thinking that he should not have expressed any stupid theories just now.
Jiang Fuli spoke, he put away his pen, "That's
all for now." After he finished speaking, he put away his phone and went back to his lounge. Inside the lounge, the base staff had already prepared his meal. His meal today was the same as usual, the standard set meal of the base.
But in addition to the meal, there was also a white cup.
He opened it and took a look, and it contained his medicine.
Outside.
The team member took the meal and sat opposite He Wen, and said with lingering fear: "Damn, I was scared to death. I thought there was something wrong with my data, you know! But he asked us to have dinner! It's still a bit of a spring breeze and drizzle...Okay, I admit that it's a bit too much to describe Young Master Jiang as a spring breeze and drizzle, but you can understand what I want to express, right?"
He Wen calmly finished his last bite of rice, "I understand, but yours is nothing."
**
Monday.
Tongfeng's class still had a four-hour mechanics class in the morning.
At noon, Bai Wei and Ning Xiao went to the laboratory after lunch.
When they arrived at the laboratory, they found that Hu Yue and others were very quiet today. When they saw Bai Wei and others coming, Hu Yue sat aside, and the teaching assistant next to him made a "wait a moment" gesture to them.
There were faint voices coming from the office inside the laboratory.
Bai Wei took off her cloak. She didn't want to eavesdrop on Zhou Wenqing's conversation with others, but because Zhou Wenqing's voice was a little excited, she still heard it.
"Director, let's not talk about the fact that we haven't applied for materials for half a year. Now there are new students here," Zhou Wenqing's tone sounded very angry. "You ask us to hand in research results at this time. Do you think this is reasonable?"
The voice inside was also helpless. "This is not a question of whether it is reasonable or not. Your project has not produced any results for a long time. They are already discussing closing your project. I will sign the contract first, and the rest will be discussed at the end of the year."
"What the hell am I signing a contract for? We don't even have materials. What research and development can we do?!" Zhou Wenqing couldn't help but swear.
Tang Ming also heard a little bit.
He touched the back of his head and asked Hu Yue, "Sister Hu, what are Teacher Zhou and the others arguing about?"
"It's about our laboratory," Hu Yue frowned, "Our laboratory was originally developing semiconductors and superconductors, and some of them are industrial materials. Today, the director came over and said that a definite research result is required by the end of the year. If things go wrong, our laboratory may have to be handed over to someone else, and the teacher may also be greatly affected."
Tang Ming was shocked.
He had an inexplicable feeling in his heart. Why did something go wrong in whichever laboratory he went to? "Then what about Teacher Zhou?"
"I don't know." Senior Brother Liu put down the data in his hand. For a moment, no one in the office wanted to continue looking at the data.
Bai Mi was listening on the side.
Looking at the door of the office inside.
In the office, the director said kindly, "Think positively. If you produce research results by the end of the year, your future will be smooth. The position of vice dean is still vacant. If you succeed, this position may be yours."
"You said it in one sentence. Without materials, what results can we get? Can you guarantee to give me enough materials?" Zhou Wenqing was so angry that he laughed, "I still have four students and ten interns under me. What can you do with them?"
Seeing that Zhou Wenqing was really unreasonable, the director lost his patience.
He just put down the documents, opened the door and went out, "This is an order from above. You have to sign it directly no matter what."
A bunch of students in the laboratory looked at the director, but the director didn't look at anyone and walked out with a bad face.
"Bang--"
The door of the laboratory was closed.
The teaching assistant hurried in to see Zhou Wenqing's situation.
Ding Wenyang, Tang Ming and others looked at each other, and almost all looked at Bai Wei: "What should we do now?"
Bai Wei took off his cloak, said nothing, just poured a cup of tea, knocked on the door and entered Zhou Wenqing's office.
In the office, Zhou Wenqing's desk was a mess, and the teaching assistant was comforting Zhou Wenqing.
"Student Bai," Zhou Wenqing pressed his eyebrows when he saw Bai Wei's innocent face, "You came at the right time. I think you should tell Dean Huang to let you change the laboratory first."
Bai Wei did not reply to this sentence, but bent down and put the disposable cup in front of Zhou Wenqing, and said slowly: "It's okay, drink some tea first to calm down, I just want to ask you a question."
Zhou Wenqing picked up the disposable cup.
The water was cool, and after drinking it, he became somewhat sober. "You tell me."
"What stage have you reached in your research?" Bai Xi took out his mobile phone, glanced at the message on it, and held the phone again. "Is it possible to complete this project?"
Zhou Wenqing put down the cup and leaned back. "It will take less than four years. We have more than two years to wait for the materials."
The teaching assistant listened on the side and saw Bai Xi supplement, "Student Bai, the biggest problem in this matter is that there is not enough palladium, otherwise Teacher Zhou would not be so entangled."
"Then I think we can keep the laboratory." Bai Xi tapped the mobile phone with her fingertips, her eyebrows and eyes still clear. Zhou Wenqing
was stunned and raised his head.
Bai Xi was not sure about the amount they needed, so he just asked lazily: "Teacher Zhou, how much do you want, is one hundred kilograms enough?"
At the end of the month, princesses and princes, please vote! ! (I moved these past two days, so my schedule is a bit messed up. I really have a lot of books that are going to collapse. See you tomorrow!)