7480 was seriously provoked by Zhuang Li, and with a cold snort, he increased the decibel of the noise to an unbearable level.
Xuan Ming, who was closest to Zhuang Li, almost covered his ears and groaned. For a moment, he felt like his brain was about to boil. This was the resonance phenomenon caused by infrasound, the same principle as microwave heating.
In other words, the human brain in infrasound is like an egg in a microwave oven. When the resonance reaches a certain level, it will explode with a bang.
Xuan Ming held his forehead, gritted his teeth and endured it silently, while not forgetting to turn around and look at the little curly-haired boy.
Zhuang Li's footsteps suddenly stopped, but there was no pain in his voice: "Dad, wait for me in the car, I'll go see President Xuan off." He threw the car keys over.
These are the keys to a Rolls-Royce! Zhuang Dahai rushed to take them, not noticing in his panic that his son's face was paler than paper.
Xuan Ming had originally wanted to send Curly to the villa and have him stay for dinner, but now he couldn't bring himself to do it. He knew that sending him was fake; the real purpose was to find a place to slowly hide his pain. Curly didn't want his father to worry about him; he was truly filial.
Zhuang Haihai happily rushed towards the Rolls-Royce, but Zhuang Li turned around and pushed Xuan Ming to a green belt. If it weren't for the wheelchair handle supporting his entire body weight, he would probably have collapsed after just a few steps.
Xuan Ming could hear his increasingly heavy breathing. He tilted his head slightly and saw the blue veins on the back of his pale hand.
The two of them reached a secluded spot. Several bodyguards tried to surround them, but Xuan Ming waved them away. Curly must not want more people to see his plight.
Zhuang Li walked around the wheelchair and stood face to face with Xuan Ming, his head tilted towards the flower bed and slightly lowered.
7480 laughed strangely in his mind: "Host, do you feel comfortable? Do you want me to increase the frequency? Oh no! Host, you have a nosebleed, is it me? Hehehe..."
Two lines of blood flowed from Zhuang Li's nostrils. Because he had already positioned himself, the blood dripped down his jaw and into the green belt, without staining his expensive silver-gray suit or polluting the road.
Xuan Ming's eyes were deeply stung by this scene. He quickly pulled out a tissue from his trouser pocket and handed it over. Just as he was about to ask, he saw Curly gently wave his hand, his narrow eyes glancing at him with a cold rejection.
Xuan Ming closed his mouth, but the muscles on the sides of his cheeks were tense.
"Do you know how I succeeded in starting my own business?" Since Curly didn't allow him to ask, he didn't ask, but there were some things he still wanted to say.
Zhuang Li silently looked down at the dripping blood from his nose, seemingly uninterested in his topic.
Xuan Ming continued, "I was very ambitious back then. When I first founded Hai Ming, I wanted to get involved in every business. I made computers, laptops, and even developed popular products like mobile phones and MP4 players. But the more I did this, the bigger the company's losses became. I wanted to get involved in every field, but in the end, I failed to succeed in any of them. I even rejected the family's investment, always believing that I could do it on my own."
"Later, I went bankrupt and was in debt of more than 80 million yuan. I lost all the money I earned many times over." Xuan Ming took out an exquisite cigarette case from his jacket pocket, but did not dare to open it. He just held it in his hand and played with it.
He looked off into the distance and sighed, "Eighty million, how could I possibly pay it back? I had no choice but to run home for help. Later, I got a fifty million investment from my father, cut all other projects, and started with the simplest integrated circuit boards. Slowly, I built Haiming up."
He returned his gaze to Curly's pale face and sighed, "I can see that you're in a very bad state right now. You must have encountered some difficulties. I want to tell you that when your ability reaches its limit, the best choice is to compromise, not to force yourself to continue. As long as you're still alive, there's always a chance to turn things around, don't you agree?"
7480 clapped like a seal. "The mission objective is absolutely right! Host, take a good look at them. There's a reason why they became the richest people. You should learn from them."
At the same time, it once again increased the decibels of noise.
As if he had become accustomed to such mental harm, and as if all the blood that needed to be shed had been shed, Zhuang Lizheng slowly wiped the tip of his nose, lips and jaw.
He gathered the tissues stained with bright red into a ball and threw them into the trash can beside him. He turned back, supported Xuan Ming's wheelchair with both hands, lowered his waist, and looked at him very closely with his head down.
Xuan Ming felt as if he were being embraced by him, his entire body stiffening. He was used to being in a superior position, but this was the first time he had been restrained in such a domineering manner.
"Did you know that after a person's head is chopped off, his consciousness can still remain for a few seconds?" Zhuang Li looked deeply into his eyes and asked softly.
Xuan Ming was almost forced to duck by the bloody breath he kept spewing out. But then, he was frozen in place by this extremely strange question.
"I know, so what?" His eyes were filled with confusion. This question seemed to have nothing to do with the topic they had discussed before.
"So, how was this scientific evidence derived?" Zhuang Li raised the corners of his crimson lips.
Xuan Ming was confused for a second by his strange smile, and then he was stunned by this question again. Yeah, how did they come up with this conclusion? Did someone do an experiment?
Thinking of this, Xuan Ming suddenly felt a chill.
Zhuang Li not only raised the corners of his lips, but also raised his slender eyebrows. "Yes, just as you thought, someone did an experiment, and they used their own head."
He leaned in closer, his smile filled with wicked amusement. "There was a biologist named Lavoisier who was framed and sentenced to death. Before going to the guillotine, he planned to use his own life in one final experiment to answer the biggest question that troubled him: whether consciousness persists after death."
Zhuang Li tapped the corners of his eyes with his slender fingertips, his voice low and soft, "He made an agreement with the executioner that if he was still conscious after being beheaded, he would blink, and the executioner would count how many times he blinked."
"Guess what happened?" Zhuang Li tilted his head slightly and stared at Xuan Ming's eyes without blinking.
Xuan Ming held his breath and asked, "What was the result?"
Zhuang Li raised his lip, his voice light and cheerful. "In the end, he blinked a total of eleven times, proving with his own life that even after a person's head is severed, consciousness can still linger for four or five seconds."
Xuan Ming sat stiffly in his wheelchair, yet through those narrow, bottomless eyes, so close at hand, he seemed to have entered another world. That world was full of mystery, yet also filled with the brilliance of science.
He looked at the other person almost obsessively and lost the ability to speak.
Zhuang Li chuckled softly, straightened his back, and spoke slowly, "So you see, for those of us in scientific research, the pursuit of the unknown and the truth is everything. In our world, there's no such thing as compromise."
It turns out that little curly-haired kid is waiting here! Xuan Ming let out a long, cautious breath, but a layer of fine, dense goose bumps appeared on the surface of his skin.
Before this, he had never felt the charm of others, so his eyes never stopped for anyone. But now, he suddenly understood the word "brain sexiness" without any guidance.
The young man standing before him was so sexy he couldn't bear to look directly at him. He was indirectly telling him that even if his head was shattered and his life was gone, he wouldn't compromise with the system in the slightest. He would use scientific methods to pursue his own truth and unravel the unknown.
Xuan Ming turned his head away, sighed silently, but soon laughed softly.
The little curly-haired girl is worthy of being called a little curly-haired girl.
7480 fell silent upon hearing this conversation, and the piercing noises also dropped considerably in volume. They say evil spirits fear evil people, and from a certain perspective, Zhuang Li is indeed more evil than the system.
Zhuang Li took out his phone and adjusted his curly hair while looking at the screen. He felt handsome again. Then he waved his hand and said lazily, "Goodbye, President Xuan. I hope my lab will be ready by tomorrow."
"Goodbye." Xuan Ming turned the wheelchair and watched him leave.
Zhuang Li took a few steps, then seemed to remember something and turned back. "Oh, right, let me correct you. Although I'm in a difficult situation, I'm far from reaching my limit. There's no such thing as a ceiling for me."
He looked at the vast sky above his head, his smile very comfortable, but also very arrogant.
Xuan Ming stood there in a daze, and only when the boiling feeling of his blood gradually subsided did he shake his head and chuckle.
Little Curly got into the Rolls-Royce and ran away. Xuan Ming blinked his dry eyes, then took out his mobile phone and made a series of calls, speeding up the pace of purchasing experimental equipment.
Some equipment was only produced abroad and in very limited supply, so he would charge more, never blinking even when the price went up exponentially, because he knew that the sooner the lab was built, the sooner Curly's life could be saved.
They worked until four or five in the morning before finally purchasing all the equipment on the list, but the total investment amount far exceeded 1 billion US dollars.
The purchasing manager broke out in a cold sweat when he submitted the report, but found that the president nodded in satisfaction without a word of reprimand.
So when he went to work the next day, Zhuang Li saw a brand new laboratory, which was also equipped with several assistants with medical doctorates.
"I won't ask you what you are doing in the lab or whether you have produced any results. It belongs to you completely. I just want one privilege." Xuan Ming said with dark circles under his eyes.
He worked all night to build the laboratory, but he knew that Curly was also suffering from sleeplessness and pain.
"What privilege?" Zhuang Li gently brushed across the LCD screen of a scanner, his eyes full of satisfaction.
"I want to come to the lab to visit you anytime." Xuan Ming quickly added: "Don't worry, I will never disturb your work."
Zhuang Lixiang agreed without thinking: "Okay."
Xuan Ming breathed a sigh of relief. He was really worried that Curly was one of those weird scientists who likes to hide in the basement and do experiments alone, so he won't be able to keep an eye on him in time.
In fact, on the same floor as the laboratory, he also set up a medical room, which was equipped with the most advanced medical equipment and the best medical team in China. If anything happened to Curly, they would rush to treat him immediately.
Xuan Ming was tired after a whole night, but he didn't plan to go home to catch up on his sleep. Instead, he insisted on staying to see how Curly would grasp the system.
To be honest, he was very unsure.
7480 also smiled sarcastically and said, "Host, I just carefully examined these devices. They are indeed the most advanced instruments at this stage. But I must tell you a cruel truth. You can't catch me with them alone. You can't even touch my edge. The gap between me and these instruments is as deep as the Mariana Trench."
Zhuang Li didn't say anything, but silently turned on a machine called tMRI, and stuck the electrodes on his temples, eyebrows, forehead, back of neck and other parts, and started the test.
A graph of brain waves immediately appeared on the tMRI screen.
Zhuang Li connected the computer to scan these waveforms that changed into several shapes every second and stored them in a database.
7480 was silent for a moment, then asked, "Host, what are you doing?"
The answer was a sneer from Zhuang Li's lips.
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