Every industry has its own direction.
He was somewhat worried that he was leading the industry into an unpredictable future.
He smiled and then made a decision: "I'll go ask Professor Zhuge."
"No, you've really decided? From what you're saying, it seems you're planning to support them going abroad?"
"Not everyone is like an ordinary worker. The higher the level of cognition, the more important it is. This is not just a saying. These people have their own pursuits and their own dreams. If I give them a push, it shouldn't be a big problem."
Wang Shouren has made his decision; becoming an angel investor seems to be his next goal.
Moreover, it would be too tiring for him to oversee everything himself.
He suddenly realized that perhaps he didn't need to work so hard. Some things only needed a little guidance. He was doing too much of the planning himself, which would easily annoy his superiors. From now on, he could just be honest and straightforward.
Zhuge is still the same Zhuge, over seventy years old, still fighting on the front line of scientific research.
After listening to Wang Shouren's account, he looked Wang Shouren up and down with a strange expression: "You know, in scientific research, the higher you go, the harder it is to determine who owns the so-called patent. Take that shape, for example. That young man Liu Guangtian only knows a little bit about aerodynamics. His knowledge base is not as good as any of my students. But he can still design some pretty good shapes."
At this point, Old Man Zhuge paused, took a breath, and said, "Although the initial design was utterly worthless and required significant modifications, it's undeniable that it was very aesthetically pleasing. So, who do you think owns the patent for the final design?"
"This is indeed a problem, so I need a respected elder to assess it for me."
"That's not realistic. I admit that I do have some knowledge in the field of mechanics, but in other fields, to be honest, there are some things that I'm not even as good as my doctoral students."
In fact, getting a doctorate means one thing: you can speak confidently in your field. Most people don't know what you research or how far you've progressed. Of course, this excludes those who aren't truly qualified.
"In fact, I can entrust you with the review. Moreover, if someone really intends to use their patent to start a business, I will support them and provide some funding..."
Before Wang Shouren could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the old man Zhuge: "What are you afraid of? You have clearly made preparations for full localization. You have enough funds and strength, so why do you still want to split it off? You know what they will become after they leave. I don't know, but I do know that you won't change much."
After thinking for a moment, Old Man Zhuge asked again, "Has someone threatened you?"
"No, it's just that it's too big. Too much trouble."
The car factory was a lucrative opportunity, but a thorny one. Taking it was possible, but it had to be done gradually. Wang Shouren knew he could hold onto it for a while, but not forever. The key was to slowly distribute and decentralize it. Otherwise, anyone who took his position could control the entire situation, a huge temptation for anyone.
After distributing the money, all I had left was money.
Money, in a sense, is a meaningless thing.
Currency, since ancient times, has been used to stabilize rule. For individuals, especially after reaching a certain level, currency becomes meaningless. Consider this: could a person in later generations purchase a lithography machine? Absolutely not; they would have to make it themselves. This is why Wang Shouren planned to achieve complete domestic production.
However, the winds of change have been gradually shifting over the years.
The higher-ups are also slowly shifting towards a "comprador" direction.
Why? Because it is indeed more convenient. Scientific research requires a significant investment of time, energy, and resources.
Did the higher-ups not understand the importance of scientific research? No, believe me, a country whose doors were forced open by cannon fire understands the importance of scientific research more deeply than anyone else. However, the phrase "everything needs rebuilding" is not just empty talk; resources are desperately scarce, and there's always a first-come, first-served principle. If Wang Shouren had continued to cling to this kind of thinking, then he might have been the one next to suffer the consequences.
He didn't want to get involved with that group of people; no matter what they did, the end result would only harm the country.
Therefore, he plans to divest his research institutions.
Let their own patents have their own value.
These assets are enough to support their continued research. As for the research that hasn't yet yielded results, Wang Shouren will temporarily support it. He'll do as much work as he can afford, without overstepping his bounds, but he can keep things under control. That's all.
This is an idea he summarized based on some changes in later generations.
Zhuge Liang was unaware of this idea, nor did he know about the changes that followed. He assumed that Wang Shouren had suffered some injustice.
But in his view, it was unlikely that someone like Wang Shouren would give up such a large research facility because of a little grievance, which is why this question arose.
"No, this has nothing to do with threats. You should know that scientific research is something that's very difficult to achieve results in a greenhouse environment..."
"Heh." Old Man Zhuge sneered, "Do you even believe that yourself?"
Is it true that results are hard to achieve in a greenhouse? That's a joke. Everything in this world can deceive you, except numbers. A two-stroke engine won't become a four-stroke just because it's in a dangerous environment. Science is a rigorous discipline, and it has nothing to do with the environment. In fact, relatively safe and pleasant environments are more likely to yield results.
Wang Shouren knew it, and so did Zhuge Liang.
Old Man Zhuge took a deep breath: "Since you've made your decision, I won't say anything more. Just draw up a plan, and I'll cooperate with you."
"Alright, then I'll trouble you, sir." Wang Shouren was delighted; that was good enough.
He really didn't want to run into those guys over there; it was too much trouble, and it could easily lead to trouble.
What Wang Shouren didn't know was that after he left, the old man Zhuge made a few phone calls, and then...
"What the heck?" Wang Shouren received a warm greeting from Li Weiguo in his office.
"Wang Shouren! You brat! Can you stop asking those old men for help with everything?"
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