Thirty Entrepreneurship: Recycling of second-hand aircraft carriers at the beginning

Chapter 370 Miss, do you want to change your career and become an actor?
"It looks interesting. I haven't tried it yet." Anfia said with a smile, but there seemed to be no suitable role for her foreign face.

She looked carefully and found that there really was one. Among them was a mermaid character, which was just right.

So, Anfia called Miss De, also known as Deji.

"Hello, I think I am very suitable for the role of mermaid." Anfia said with a smile.

"Okay. When are you free? Let's meet." Deji said with a smile.

Anfia agreed and agreed to meet her at the studio the next day.

The next day, when Fang Lan and Lin Chen were busy visiting relatives and friends, Anfia was driving her Porsche on the road to Youzhi City.

As a killer, there were always few missions, but as a teacher, there was plenty of free time. So Anfia thought that she might be able to try to be an extra, after all, extras didn't need to show their faces.

The Chinese New Year is no different from any other time. Anfia always feels that every day in China is like a party, with firecrackers going off everywhere from time to time, "crackling", as if every day is a festival.

From time to time, there were vehicles passing her on the road, and Anfia would sometimes look at the drivers.

Some drivers didn't look at her, but some would glance at her and sometimes even smile at her, which made her feel a little weird, as if she was looking in a mirror.

Linhai City and Youzhi City are not far apart, and can be reached in one hour.

Deji's studio has moved to a new location, and is now located in an ordinary office building. Few companies are still working in the office building, and Deji's studio is alone with incandescent lights, and Deji is also alone in it.

Anfia walked out of the elevator, entered the company, went straight to Deji's room, and rang the doorbell.

"Ding Dong!" Deji pressed the button, and the glass door opened automatically. Anfia walked in.

"Hello, I'm Anfia, the guy who applied for the role of mermaid." Anfia said with a smile, extending her hand.

Deji stood up immediately, and was a little unsteady because of Anfia's blonde hair and blue eyes. He thought she was so beautiful, like the goddess of love and beauty from heaven who had come down to earth.

"Hello! I'm Miss De." Deji shook hands with her, said with a smile, and then asked her to sit down.

"Can you do a swimming posture?" After chatting for a while, Deji said to Anfia with a smile.

"Okay. Is that so?" Anfia lay directly on the sofa and twisted her body.

"Haha, you're so beautiful, it's you." Deji covered his mouth with his hands while laughing, and said, "If you have time, you can try other roles. After all, the role of a mermaid doesn't have many scenes."

"I guess I can only be an extra, after all, this is a Chinese costume drama." Anfia said with a smile.

"No. We are all human beings. Just put on a little makeup and wear a headgear, and you will become Chinese." Deji said with a smile.

"Oh yeah, I forgot about this. Okay, I'll come if time permits." Anfia said with a smile.

In the blink of an eye, it was after the New Year.

Fang Lan stayed at home, and Lin Chen drove a Tesla to pick her up.

Sitting in the car, Fang Lan received a call from Deji.

"Hello, Miss Deji!" Fang Lan said with a smile, feeling a little dazed. Some time ago, she was a die-hard fan of hers, but now she is working side by side with her. Life is really as exciting as a roller coaster.

"Hello, Miss Fang." Deji said with a smile, "I have something I want to discuss with you."

"Please speak." Fang Lan said with a smile. She felt like she was going to do something big. Her heart was beating so fast that she was as excited as a dog under the scorching sun.

"Because my reputation has been damaged, I can't appear in this drama. If I continue to use the Deji Studio's name, it will easily cause resentment in the market and it will be difficult for TV drama censors. So, I hope to establish a studio in the name of Miss Fang Lan, and then I will be the controlling shareholder." Deji said with a smile, "All future actions will be carried out in the name of this studio."

"This is a great idea. I totally agree." Fang Lan said with a smile, "I fully agree with it! Now I can show off to my parents! Maybe I'll even become famous in the future!"

"Haha, that's good!" Deji was also very happy and said with a smile, "Ms. Fang Lan's article is elegant and talented, it is really a rare masterpiece. I think with my many years of experience in the entertainment industry, plus this, it will definitely be a big hit! Miss Fang can prepare to be sought after in advance!"

"Yeah! After five thousand years, it's finally my turn to appear on stage again!" Fang Lan said and then burst into laughter.

Lin Chen and Deji also laughed.

"Then please think of a name for the studio, Miss Fang. Also, if there are no special circumstances, we will work together every day from now on, so you can quit your original job."

"Oh, okay. I was just thinking of changing the environment!" Fang Lan said with a smile, "Otherwise, once I enter the company, I will easily recall that terrible experience."

"Okay. Waiting for your good news!" Deji said and hung up the phone.

Fang Lan smiled and said to Lin Chen: "I still have to quit the company."

"Quit it." Lin Chen said with a smile, not even turning his head. It wasn't him who was changing jobs anyway, and besides, he could support Fang Lan even if she didn't work.

"Then what do you think my studio should be called?" Fang Lan said with a smile.

Fang Lan looked forward as she spoke, her eyes flickering, full of hope and confidence. It seemed that there was not only a stretch of asphalt road ahead, but also her bright future. There were only cars on the road, and a large number of fans cheering for her.

"It has to be high-end, classy, ​​low-key, luxurious and have connotation!" Fang Lan added.

"Haha!" Lin Chen laughed. "My dear, don't you think these two requests are contradictory? It's like you want me to turn left and turn right at the same time. How can I do that?"

"That's right." Fang Lan smacked her lips and said with a smile, "If that's the case, I can either be successful and famous, or remain unknown. I can only choose one of the two!"

"Yeah!" Lin Chen said with a smile.

"Oh, if you think about it this way, it won't be so entangled." Fang Lan relaxed, looked out the window indifferently, and said with a smile, "I think turning left or right doesn't make any difference."

"That's exactly right." Lin Chen smiled faintly and said, "It's like you are standing still. No matter how far away I am from you, from another angle, I am getting closer to you. Because we are on the same sphere, the distance between you and me remains the same." Fang Lan nodded, feeling that Lin Chen was becoming more and more profound. She smiled and looked at him admiringly, and said, "Then I'll just give it a random name. How about 'Orchid Finger'? The orchid flowers are blooming, just like a golden finger."

"Good name." Lin Chen nodded, his eyes still fixed on the front. Tesla was going very fast, and he didn't want to have an accident.

Fang Lan was satisfied and was about to reply to Deji, but unexpectedly Lin Chen spoke again.

"But there is a better name." Lin Chen said with a smile, "How about 'Lan Woman'?"

Fang Lan burst into laughter and said, "No, that name belongs to my father. Besides, people will mistake it for a 'lazy woman', which is not good."

In the end, Fang Lan replied to Deji, and Deji agreed readily.

The discovery of the Mirage fighter in Europe caused an uproar in the United States.

Walton, inside the Pentagon.

Americans naturally do not celebrate the Spring Festival. There are many people in the Pentagon, and they are all busy, like a big ant nest.

In the minister's office, the newly appointed minister Niu Er was furious with his subordinates. He was like an angry bull.

He has golden hair and muscular body. Even his uniform cannot hide his rough and tumble air, as if he is a cowboy who just came back from grazing on the farm.

"This is simply a naked display of force against the world!" Niu Er roared angrily, slamming his fist on the table, and then quickly retracting it, as if the table had the rebound force of a spring. But in fact, his fist hurt.

"It's a bit too much." A secretary muttered to himself, with a slight smile on his face.

"What are you laughing at! This is a very serious matter!" Niu Er glared at the secretary with a stern tone. The secretary immediately put on a serious expression, like a serious Bible, but he was already laughing inside.

"Everyone!" Niu Er looked around at his subordinates, his eyes wide as big as copper bells, and his voice as loud as a megaphone, "We can't continue to sit idly by and allow China to show off its military power at will! We must develop fighter jets of the same level as soon as possible to bring the United States back to its peak!"

"Back to the top!" The subordinates responded in unison. Niu Er nodded with satisfaction and began to assign tasks: first, to collect all the data on the Mirage fighter; second, to have the scientific research department upgrade the existing aircraft; third, to integrate the two.

Although Lin Chen's fighter jet did not fly for a long time in Europe, it was captured by surveillance cameras everywhere. These data were not only used by European scientific research departments, but also shared with the United States. After all, the two countries are allies.

Thanks to the strong scientific research capabilities of the United States, these data were quickly transformed into practical technologies.

Silicon Valley, United States.

St. Fulcrum is a major scientific research center in Silicon Valley. It is home to the famous University of Southern California. It is not far from Stanford University, which ranks third in the United States. It is also adjacent to the film mecca Hollywood.

In an apartment in this city, there lived two inconspicuous men. One was a tall, thin man wearing glasses, always with a lecherous look; the other was short, with short hair and a round head, looking like both an orangutan and a star, with big eyes sparkling with wisdom, a genius.

One day, the tall and thin Lan Yifu P. Bilton was browsing pictures of beautiful women in his room when suddenly there was a knock on the wall. The short man next door, the Sacred Heart Quxian F. Tulumen, told him: "Lan Yifu, stop looking at the beauties, there is a big task ahead."

"What task?" Lan Yifu asked with a smile, computer in his hand.

"The Ministry of National Defense sent a secret message, asking us to immediately study the data of a Chinese fighter jet and copy the same aircraft as soon as possible." Qu Xian of the Holy Heart said with a smile, "Now get dressed, we will go out immediately."

"Oh, God!" Sacred Heart Qu Xian muttered reluctantly, "Do we really have to leave now? I was planning to..."

Lan Yifu smiled faintly: "I know, you still want to watch the movie about human mating, right? It's too late, the Ministry of Defense is urging you to watch it."

"Okay." Shengxin Qu Xian curled his lips and went out with Lan Yifu.

In the research laboratory of the University of Southern California, the staff who have arrived are busy. They are materializing these data and outlining the basic framework of the Mirage fighter.

At this time, Lan Yifu and Shengxin Qu Xian walked in. They were the core of this research laboratory.

"You are finally here." The director of the research lab came over with a smile. "Look, this is just an ordinary structure. How can it burst out with such a powerful force?"

"Is there some kind of power from God at work?" Lan Yifu joked.

"You mean, the third propulsion force?" Sacred Heart Qu Xian turned and smiled at Lan Yifu.

The third driving force, a concept that was once denied by scientists, was proposed by Newton. Newton, the young man who discovered gravity after being hit by an apple, believed in his later years that the constant movement of all things in the universe was driven by the hand of God, just like a child playing with a glass ball. He called this driving force the "third driving force."

Although this statement sounds absurd, it has been recognized by many people.

The employees in the laboratory burst into laughter, and Qu Xian and Lan Yifu also laughed. Of course, they were joking.

"However, your explanation may really be the only explanation." A scientist who had been staring at the computer with a blank expression suddenly pointed at the computer and said, "I have applied all possible models to the data of this aircraft, but I can't get a reasonable explanation."

"In other words, this plane looks ordinary on the outside, but it possesses extraordinary capabilities, like a god?" Lan Yifu asked.

"That's right! It's like a zombie with a soul." The scientist said with a smile.

In the United States, there is a popular TV series that describes people who come back to life from the dead and attack all living things without souls. They are called "zombies."

Lan Yifu and Shengxin Qu Xian nodded, sat down and analyzed it in depth with everyone.

In the CBD office building in Linhai City, Fang Lan handed a letter of resignation to the little penguin.

"What? You're giving me a warning right after I got back to work?" The little penguin blinked his eyes, which had gained weight during the Chinese New Year, and looked at Fang Lan and said, "Is this a disguised way of asking for a pay raise?"

"No, you're overthinking it." Fang Lan said with a smile, walked over to give the little penguin a shoulder pat, and continued affectionately, "I'm going to open my own studio!"

"Oh, congratulations!" The little penguin was so intoxicated by Fang Lan's scent that he signed without any resistance and asked, "What kind of studio are you opening?"

"I won't tell you!" Fang Lan said with a smile, holding the note given by the little penguin and walking out, saying, "But one day, you will know!"

(End of this chapter)