"Anyway, I just want you to stop thinking about her daughter."
I know she won't say anything nice. Before, I was the number one hacker, but she still looked down on me.
Now, I guess I look down on it even more.
And judging from Aunt Jun’s expression, I’m afraid what she said was very unpleasant.
"Fuck! She thinks her daughter is pretty good, but I'm not interested in her yet! What right does she have to make a fuss? Aunt Jun, she didn't scold you, did she?"
"Fool! The Nangong family is a noble family after all, they don't curse! She just analyzed the gap between you two and felt that you were not worthy of Nangong Xi."
I kept staring at Aunt Jun's face. She couldn't stand what others said about me the most, but now it seemed like she had tacitly agreed to something.
Did Mr. Ge say something that made Aunt Jun believe it was the truth?
"Okay! It's too late today, let's not practice for now, hurry up and get up and wash up."
I didn't ask any further, because I guess Aunt Jun wouldn't tell me even if I did.
A total of eighteen retired military dogs were brought back. Aunt Jun also asked workers to build nests for them in a corner. They were made entirely of thickened light steel color plates, with wooden boards and cushions added inside.
They were quiet and silent. If I hadn't come out and seen them, I wouldn't have known they were coming.
A female soldier was feeding them, humming a song happily.
"General Zheng!" As soon as I walked over, the female soldier quickly stood up.
"Well! These dogs are great! Let them out at night, and you'll have a lot more peace of mind."
"Thank you, General Zheng! The Military Dog Squadron wants me to thank you on their behalf too. You've solved a big problem for them."
I waved my hand and said, "I'm hiring them. Don't worry about the money. Just make sure they have good food and drink."
The female soldier nodded vigorously.
…
I didn’t notice it when I came to the University of Science and Technology yesterday, but I felt it today. My classmates’ eyes were no longer as passionate when they looked at me.
Many female classmates still gathered together to point fingers at me, but they no longer had the same enthusiasm as before.
On the surface, I was indeed bankrupt. No one was interested in the website, and the international students were poached.
But actually, I had no influence.
Computers are still being produced day and night, and the patent licensing fees will be transferred to Yangguo and Meiguo when their products come out.
The above support remains the same.
In their eyes, I am no longer so brilliant.
Wen Qing's father gathered all the project leaders together.
There are seven people in total, all at the professor level.
We sat together in the conference room, and Wen Qing's father pushed the list of topics to me:
"Zheng Yang! See which one suits you best, and you can join the group right away."
When he said this, several professors' faces darkened.
One of the older ones spoke up:
"Principal Wen! What does this mean? Are we going to parachute him in? We'll have to include him in our report on the results based on which project can boost his value?"
After he finished speaking, another one said:
"Professor Wen! I know you have a good relationship with Zheng Yang, but we don't have such a rule at the University of Science and Technology. We don't keep idle people in our research group."
Although the others didn't say it, their expressions showed that they meant the same thing.
"What do you all mean? How much has Zheng Yang done for our university? Haven't you benefited from it?
Just by winning the international championship, has USTC's reputation risen several notches? As USTC faculty, haven't you received salary increases from higher authorities?
Besides, how do you know that Zheng Yang joined your research group just to take advantage of you?"
The professors lowered their heads, but still had some reservations.
Seeing Wen Qing's father getting more and more excited, I stood up:
"Principal! I think I'd better forget it! I'll find a research topic myself."
Originally, I wanted to find a research topic that I could help with, and then publish it using the original members of the research team without adding my name.
As a result, they misunderstood me as wanting to gain something for nothing.
Just then, the door of the conference room was pushed open, and a girl wearing glasses, with stains on her face and oil spots on her pants came in.
"Principal... Principal! Zheng Zhengyang! Can I join my... my mom's research group?"
Damn! This sentence didn’t suffocate me to death.
When the professors saw this girl, some of them smirked while others shook their heads.
The grooves on Wen Qing's father's forehead can kill a fly.
"Yue Xuan! Why didn't your mother come?"
"I...my mom really..."
"Okay, okay! Stop talking."
Wen Qing's father probably couldn't stand this stuttering way of speaking:
"Zheng Yang will not join your project."
Wen Qing's father then told me, "They're researching electromagnetic propulsion devices. It's been going on for over twenty years, starting with her grandfather's generation."
Electromagnetic propulsion? Isn't that the principle of electromagnetic guns?
"Uncle Wen! I can really try this."
"Ah? Zheng Yang! This thing is not easy to research. Instead of pushing tons of things, it's better to use other propulsion materials!
Furthermore, this research is too expensive. If it weren't for Professor Nangong's insistence, we would have stopped the project long ago and wouldn't have been able to apply for R&D funding for them."
What Wen Qing's father meant is that this project seems to have no funding?
Wait, Professor Nangong? Yue Xuan's mother's last name is Nangong? I wonder if it's the Nangong from Nangong Xi's family.
"Principal! I'll join this research group. I can apply for research funding."
Wen Qing's father frowned again: "Zheng Yang! Are you sure?"
That’s right, isn’t this the civilian version of the electromagnetic gun?
"Not bad! I'm mainly optimistic about the prospects of this subject."
I know that the United States uses electromagnetic catapult technology on its aircraft carriers, so as long as the power is greater than theirs and the magnetic pole frequency conversion is better than theirs, it will be enough to make a big splash in technology.
"Okay! I'll apply for the research and development funds for you."
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