"So annoying!"
Lin Jiayi dragged her best friend along, running all the way, and finally caught sight of the group.
Before she could even utter the word "wait," the elevator doors slammed shut.
Lin Jiayi pouted and said angrily, "Do you think they did it on purpose? They saw us running towards the elevator, but they didn't even wait for us."
"Forget it, Jiayi!"
The freckled best friend looked up at Lin Jiayi's pretty face, her expression apprehensive. "Jiayi, I think I also saw Senior An just now. He's Professor Yang's chief assistant. I guess President Lin and the others must be here to see Professor Yang."
Lin Jiayi suddenly remembered the big event that had caused a sensation throughout the entire research institute that afternoon.
Professor Yang and his team successfully solved the DVD storage problem assigned by the group.
From the initial 30 minutes to the current 180 minutes, a six-fold increase, but in the eyes of these science and engineering men and women, it is not just a simple six-fold increase, but represents the breakthrough of a series of technical problems.
This should definitely be included in the tech tree progression.
Lin Jiayi stomped her foot. The research area on the basement floor was not something someone of her level could access.
"Let's go!"
"Where to?" The freckled best friend was taken aback, not quite understanding, mainly because Lin Jiayi was impulsive.
"Of course, I'm going back to the dorm."
Lin Jiayi pursed her lips and said irritably.
The reason I wanted to find out the truth and know Chen Dong's real identity can be summed up in one sentence: curiosity killed the cat.
Chen Dong's identity, and even his appearance, were no secret to the senior management of Longteng Group, but they were shrouded in mystery among the lower-level employees.
Especially when listening to veteran employees recount how "the boss is so young and how extraordinary his abilities are," everyone becomes curious.
Given Chen Dong's age—only in his early twenties—yet he has achieved so much, this scene unfolded out of either admiration or a desire to uncover the truth.
However, Chen Dong, who was on the basement level, was completely unaware of this.
If he knew that within the Longteng Group, he was being portrayed as a figure of extraordinary skill, someone countless young people wanted to worship and see in person, he would surely find it both laughable and frustrating.
"Boss, Professor Yang is inside."
Before everyone was a huge, transparent glass house, through which they could clearly see the staff working inside.
Chen Dong nodded. "Let's go in and take a look."
As soon as he finished speaking, Researcher An immediately responded, "This way, boss!"
Following the direction pointed out by the researcher, there was a room labeled "Dust Removal Room." To actually enter the glass room, one must first pass through the dust removal room, undergo dust removal, and change into work clothes before entering.
On the second and third basement levels, there are even stricter control measures than on the first basement level.
In particular, the third basement floor, where the photolithography technology is being studied, not only requires dust removal, but also requires wearing thick, protective clothing to maintain a sterile environment throughout the entire experimental process.
Or perhaps it's on the second basement level, where particle and materials science research is being conducted, and the instruments and equipment used there all emit some form of radiation.
In this environment, everyone has no choice but to act carefully.
Chen Dong didn't ask for special treatment. Following the instructions, he disinfected and removed dust, and then changed into work clothes that had been sterilized by high temperature and ultraviolet light.
now.
Inside the glass room.
Professor Yang was completely unaware that the group was approaching. He was intently focused on the instrument in front of him, while lines of incomprehensible code kept appearing on the computer screen beside him.
On the slightly smaller display screen on the other side, there is a progress bar showing Arabic numerals.
85%
86%
87%
......
Professor Yang was completely absorbed in watching it, as if he were admiring a rare treasure.
If someone is knowledgeable, they will easily recognize that the experiment Professor Yang is conducting is using data streams to continuously test the threshold values on the memory chip.
"Professor Yang!"
The voice suddenly rang out from behind. Professor Yang didn't even lift his eyelids, his eyes fixed on the instruments. He said in a somewhat unfriendly tone, "I told you, just put the food in the lounge. Don't bother me."
"Professor Yang, I..."
Researcher An suddenly felt very wronged. He looked at Chen Dong and the others, and then at Professor Yang's back. It's so hard to be a person!
Especially when you're sandwiched between big shots, it's even more difficult!
Lin Zhiyuan looked displeased and was about to take action when Chen Dong stopped him. He respected science, and even more so, he respected the researchers who had dedicated their lives to science.
A widely circulated saying in this era.
"Making missiles is less profitable than selling tea eggs"—this is a very realistic statement, and it reflects the current situation in recent years.
Professor Yang, a researcher who works tirelessly day and night, deserves Chen Dong's special regard.
I don't know how much time has passed.
Professor Yang stared intently at the instrument, his brows furrowed slightly, and muttered to himself.
"Looks like it still won't work!"
At this moment, the Arabic numerals representing percentages on the instrument display screen in front of him finally reached 100%.
at the same time!
On another screen, the constantly refreshing code finally stopped, and a bar chart appeared, with ups and downs, looking like horizontally intersecting mountain peaks.
Professor Yang stood up, rubbed his throbbing head, and suddenly froze the moment he turned around.
"Mr. Lin, Mr. Wang..."
Then, his gaze lingered on Chen Dong's face for a moment before finally landing on Researcher An, and he complained.
"Xiao An, President Lin and the others are here. Why didn't you call me?"
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