Chapter 819 Two Succubus Children! A Chinese Fan? The Rising Star Meng Jie, 16 Million in Bonuses!
The following day, at the chip launch event, Tiangong Technology unveiled a series of new products, including the Kunpeng 3200 memory module, the Tiangong T300, and the Tiangong A300.
After successfully capturing the RAM chip market, Tiangong Technology is now venturing into the ROM chip field.
Li Daoming and Tan Linlu, who were included in the Qingyun Plan, also became the focus of this press conference.
He became a core engineer in the project in his early twenties and was the leader of the Kunpeng 3200 memory R&D project.
The media has always been keen to emulate young prodigies, and this time is no exception.
Tiangong Technology's brand department was very cooperative in response, even revealing some internal information.
After all, the greater the fame of these two individuals, the more attractive the group's Qingyun Plan will be to top talents worldwide.
If we hire people and they don't produce anything or make any progress for years, who would want to join Senlian Group?
Money alone isn't enough; you need a stage to perform on!
Before long, a news story overshadowed the launch of Tiangong Technology's new product.
It is speculated that Meng Jie, the inventor of Yunkun Aerospace's sponge, received his first patent dividend in the second quarter of 2015, with an estimated amount of 16 million yuan.
This amount of money may not seem like much compared to Mengjie Sponge's sales of over 3 billion yuan, but for a research and development staff member, it is equivalent to the sum of thirty years' income.
What makes netizens even more envious is that this is only the income from one month.
For decades to come, Meng Jie will continue to receive patent dividends!
The economic rewards for high-end talent were vividly and directly demonstrated at this moment.
After being shared on Mimo by netizens, this news quickly sparked widespread discussion on overseas platforms such as Facebook, Instagram, YouTube, and Twitter.
Traditional media outlets in Europe and America also reported on the story after verifying its accuracy.
In a short time, Meng Jie's name became famous in the Western world.
Even among ordinary people, he has become one of the most well-known Chinese.
The emergence of Mengjie Sponge has freed countless people from the noise pollution in their lives.
In the comment sections of various social media platforms, even memes of Meng Jie holding a sponge have appeared.
One person commented below: "Praise Meng Jie, he saved my life."
"If Mengjie Sponge had been released a week later, I swear, I would have shot that noisy idiot upstairs long ago."
"China is the world's leading country in science and technology. What is the United States doing? It is regressing every day!"
Chinese netizens found these comments utterly surreal.
There are so many "China enthusiasts" in North America, and the excessive praise they receive makes them a little embarrassed.
But they soon discovered that the products being praised by netizens in Europe and America were all products under the Senlian Group.
Examples include Deep Blue Battery, Orange Phone, Alexa Smart Speaker, Lingxi Search, Mimo, and Mengjie Sponge.
To some extent, Senlian Group has become synonymous with Chinese technology companies.
Given Mimo's deliberate guidance, it's not surprising that users have formed this impression.
That afternoon.
Chen Yansen received an invitation from the Lighthouse Country Business Association to attend the Northern Hemisphere Entrepreneurs Summit in the second half of 2015.
After thinking for a moment, Chen Yansen made a phone call to Wang Guangtong, both to inform him and to report the situation.
On his way home from get off work, he suddenly realized that Wang Ziyan hadn't contacted him for a while, and he immediately saw through her little scheme.
But after picking up his phone, he first sent a message to Meng Jie, and then replied to Song Yuncheng.
As for Wang Ziyan, President Chen has never compromised, much less made concessions.
Back in the villa area of Yujing Mountain Villa, Chen Yansen went straight into his study, turned on his computer, and continued to refine the structural design of the satellite and power converter.
The sky outside the window had become completely dark without us even noticing.
After some time, the cell phone on the table suddenly started vibrating.
Chen Yansen scanned the call with his divine sense and "saw" that it was Huang Jiawen calling, so he pressed the answer button.
"Mr. Chen, Ms. Ye is going into the delivery room."
Huang Jiawen's voice slowly drifted over.
"I see."
Chen Yansen responded calmly and then hung up the phone.
The next second, he floated down from the third floor, opened the garage door, got into the driver's seat of the Aston Martin V12 Vantage S supercar, and sped towards the hospital.
"Moss, call Old Chen."
Chen Yansen gave instructions into his phone while driving.
Moss responded immediately and dialed Chen Guobin's number.
"Buzzing—!"
The phone rang more than a dozen times before someone answered.
Chen Guobin, far away in Chunshen, was lying on his bed wearing shorts and shirtless. He had just fallen asleep when he was abruptly woken up by a phone call from his son.
"Old Chen, your granddaughter is about to be born."
Before Chen Guobin could speak, Chen Yansen cut to the chase and said in unison.
granddaughter?
Where did I get my granddaughter?
Still in a daze, Chen Guobin looked bewildered, but quickly came to his senses, jumped up abruptly, and loudly questioned, "Can't you be a little more reliable? You're not even married yet and you already have a child? Why didn't you tell me later and let me attend the 100-day celebration directly?"
After finishing his tirade, before Chen Yansen could even defend himself, he continued, "Ugh! How am I supposed to face Meng Zhenguo? This kind of thing is easy to say but hard to hear!"
"What does this have to do with Meng Zhenguo?" Chen Yansen asked rhetorically.
"That woman's daughter married you, and she even had your child before we were married..."
Old Chen continued rambling on and on.
"Who told you the child is Mengjie's?"
Chen Yansen retorted confidently.
"..." Old Chen's voice came to an abrupt end.
After a few dozen seconds of silence, he tentatively asked, "You beast, is it Xiao Song's?"
“No,” Chen Yansen replied.
Old Chen's mind went blank for a moment, and finally he remembered Ye Qiuping, who was wearing a chef's uniform and serving as the CEO of Orange Communications.
But what's done is done, and there's nothing more he can say.
Moreover, Chen Yansen had hardly ever listened to him since he was a child.
Have you chosen a name for the baby?
Old Chen then asked.
“It’s ready, Chen Anqiao,” Chen Yansen replied.
Does that mean I have no sense of participation at all?
Old Chen was very depressed.
My granddaughter is almost due, and my son only just told me. What a scoundrel!
But then she thought about it again, and realized that this bastard was her own son. She couldn't help but feel annoyed and muttered to herself: Huizhen and I are both honest people, how could we have given birth to such a scoundrel!
Send me the address.
Old Chen was too lazy to argue with him anymore. After giving him a few words of advice, he excitedly got dressed, grabbed his car keys, and headed straight for Luzhou.
On the other side.
Ye Qiuping was the only pregnant woman on the entire floor of the obstetrics and gynecology department at Orange Hospital.
Giving birth was also a first for her.
Ye Qiuping lay on the custom-made maternity bed, her knuckles white from the effort, and her wispy hairs were soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to her smooth forehead.
Huang Jiawen stayed by the bedside, holding a clean towel in her hand, wiping away her sweat from time to time: "Miss Ye, relax, Mr. Chen is already on his way."
The doctor said you're doing very well; just keep breathing in rhythm.
Ye Qiuping let out a suppressed groan of pain as the throbbing pain in her abdomen surged like waves, almost drowning her consciousness.
She bit her lower lip hard to stay awake and tried to adjust her breathing rhythm as instructed by the doctor.
"Inhale and exhale." Her voice was broken and trembling uncontrollably.
The nurses in the delivery room each performed their duties: some adjusted the parameters of the painless delivery equipment, while others prepared the instruments needed for the delivery. Their movements were gentle yet orderly.
Dr. Zheng Kailin, an obstetrics expert specially hired by Chen Yansen from Hong Kong Island, walked to the bedside and gently pressed on Ye Qiuping's abdomen, her tone calm and gentle: "Ms. Ye, you can try to push now. Follow my command, three, two, one, push!"
Ye Qiuping clenched her fists tightly, her muscles tensing, sweat trickling down her neck and into her collar, soaking the sheets behind her.
But just as she exerted her strength, a sharp pain suddenly shot through her body, her vision went black and she almost fainted, and her strength instantly dissipated by more than half.
"No, it hurts too much."
Her eyes were red and swollen, tears mixed with sweat rolled down her cheeks, and her voice was full of helplessness.
Not long after, Chen Yansen arrived at the hospital and went straight to the delivery room.
A wisp of spiritual energy quietly leaked out and entered the room to protect Ye Qiuping.
He didn't go in; he just stood outside the door, his suit jacket casually draped over his arm, the top two buttons of his shirt collar undone, patiently waiting.
For him, this was a dream come true.
The newbie from the beginner village was utterly crushed by the top-tier succubus as soon as he entered the workplace.
Fortunately, flowers bloom again, and people can be young again. This time, he really gave Ye Qiuping a hard time.
But hearing Ye Qiuping's pained voice, he still breathed a sigh of relief, and a genuine concern appeared on his face.
To put it bluntly, Mr. Chen was still heartbroken.
The night outside the window grew darker and darker until past midnight.
On July 2nd, a clear cry of a newborn baby was heard from the delivery room.
Chen Yansen could see clearly through his divine sense: the little guy was chubby, with a lively look in his eyes, and his eyebrows and eyes resembled his own three parts, but he was more like a miniature version of Ye Qiuping.
Just then, the delivery room door was suddenly pushed open.
Zheng Kailin came out and, upon seeing Chen Yansen, quickly forced a smile and congratulated him: "Mr. Chen, congratulations! Mother and daughter are safe and sound; it's a very healthy baby!"
"Thank you, you've worked hard."
After Chen Yansen finished speaking, he waved to Meng Yun, who had just arrived, and Meng Yun immediately handed him a red envelope.
“Mr. Chen, the hospital does not allow accepting red envelopes. I hope you can set a good example.”
Zheng Kailin said with a sullen face.
Chen Yansen smiled, not angry at all, but rather admiring the other party's principles.
But there's no reason why Mr. Chen wouldn't be able to send out the red envelopes he wanted to give out.
Then we'll give each of the doctors and nurses on this floor a generous bonus.
Moreover, in this way, he can also receive a corresponding humanitarian torch.
Two ways to cook one fish, win twice!
After waiting for more than an hour, Ye Qiuping was finally transferred from the delivery room to a VIP nursing ward.
Chen Yansen then entered the ward and carefully picked up his daughter.
The little girl, with fair skin and rosy cheeks, stared at each other, sizing each other up.
Huang Jiawen, standing to the side, sighed inwardly: The watershed moment in one's life is probably determined from this moment.
This girl's birth chart is among the best in the world.
As Chen Yansen's daughter, her biggest worry in life is perhaps not knowing what worry is.
With a creak, the door was pushed open, and Chen Guobin strode in.
Chen Yansen turned around, nodded to Old Chen, and handed his daughter to him.
When it comes to holding a baby, Old Chen is incredibly experienced.
After all, Chen Yansen had never received care from his mother since childhood; he was raised by Chen Guobin.
Looking at his adorable granddaughter in his arms, Old Chen couldn't bring himself to utter any of the curses he had accumulated along the way. Instead, he smiled and teased, "I've been thinking, let's give her a nickname, Chenpi, simple and straightforward. Oh my, this little one is much cuter than you were when you were a child."
Dried tangerine peel?
Chen Yansen immediately understood; he needed to make Old Chen feel involved.
He walked to Ye Qiuping's side, took her hand, and gently held it in his palm.
"Do you like it?" Ye Qiuping asked with a smile.
"My first child, what do you say?"
Chen Yansen squeezed her hand and gently rubbed it.
"It hurt so much, I won't give birth again," Ye Qiuping said, still shaken.
"Wouldn't all the experience we gained this time be wasted?"
Chen Yansen joked.
Old Chen, who was holding Chen Anqiao behind him, also stepped forward after the initial excitement wore off.
He looked at Ye Qiuping, unsure of what to say.
"Uncle Chen." It was Ye Qiuping who took the initiative to greet him.
"That...this...this bracelet is something that Yansen's mother left behind. She said she would give it to her daughter-in-law in the future."
Old Chen handed his granddaughter to the nurse, rummaged in his pocket for a long time, pulled out a white jade bracelet, and said hesitantly.
As soon as he finished speaking, he sighed and couldn't help but roll his eyes at Chen Yansen.
"Uncle Chen, this isn't appropriate," Ye Qiuping politely declined.
She is a sensible person; she knows that being able to have a child for Chen Yansen does not mean she has a high social status.
There are Meng Jie and Song Yuncheng ahead of me, so I can only rank third at best.
"Keep it," Chen Yansen said.
Ye Qiuping was taken aback, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.
With her wealth, she naturally wouldn't care about a jade bracelet worth a few thousand yuan, but it carries a different kind of meaning.
"May I?" she asked softly.
Chen Yansen smiled and nodded slightly.
Old Chen stayed in the ward for a while, then tactfully left.
Chen Yansen followed him out of the ward, and the father and son stood side by side in the corridor, looking at the bright moon outside the window.
As the saying goes, "the moon is roundest on the sixteenth day of the lunar month," and since it has just passed the sixteenth day of the lunar month, the moon is exceptionally clear and round.
"Do you think we should change her nickname again, to Chen Yue?"
Old Chen suddenly asked.
"Alright, let's call her Chenpi. I'm afraid that when you see flowers and plants later, you'll want to name her something like Chenhua or Chencao."
Chen Yansen joked.
"Your dad is educated, do you think I'm uncultured?"
Old Chen rolled his eyes at him.
After saying that, he couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you afraid that you'll be exposed one day?"
"As long as you don't give yourself away, that's fine."
Chen Yansen replied dismissively.
In China, Senlian Group controls half of the online channels, has close ties with the founders of the three major portal websites, and has an even deeper personal relationship with Pony Ma.
Who would dare to write nonsense?
Besides, even if I wrote it, I couldn't publish it.
Old Chen was speechless for a moment, and seeing Chen Yansen's stubborn and unyielding attitude, he stopped paying attention to him.
The following morning, Wang Guangtong from the Business Association called again to express his support for Chen Yansen's trip to North America to attend the Northern Hemisphere Entrepreneurs Exchange Meeting, but to ensure the compliance of his travel, several association members would be arranged to accompany him.
Chen Yansen did not refuse; he was well aware of these people's ulterior motives.
Anyway, his trip to North America was all about making money, and he also wanted to see if he could swindle a group of top researchers away.
(End of this chapter)
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