Rebirth 2009: Synthetic God

"Happy New Year!"

Shanghai, Xupu District. ♞♢

There were only three people in the Han family on New Year's Eve, but Han Rongze still cooked a large table of dishes.

Sometimes I really have to thank Jiang Shuyu for being single at such a young age, otherwise there would be fewer people at the table.

Jiang Shuyu took a sip of beer and said with emotion: "I finally have something to eat. I'm exhausted today."

Han Rongze pushed up his glasses: "Thank you for your hard work. Serving food must be tiring."

Jiang Shuyu hesitated and said awkwardly: "Although I didn't help with the cooking, I did help with the cleaning."

Han Ziyin applauded: "Thank you for your hard work, auntie, for helping me clean up the orange peels."

Jiang Shuyu decisively stopped speaking. She ate the orange herself.

If Zhou Rui were here, he would have noticed a slight change in Han Rongze, making him feel a few years younger.

Jiang Shuyu picked up some chopsticks and said, "What has Li Wenqian been busy with recently? I heard from people in the station that she has promoted several program invitations."

Han Ziyin said: "It was because of exams before, but now she seems to have told me to focus more on the music itself and reduce activities."

Jiang Shuyu: "It's a pity. She has been very popular during her rising period in the past two years."

Han Ziyin shook her head: "I think it's pretty good. Her personality isn't that outgoing. She just likes music."

Jiang Shuyu suddenly said in a weird voice: "What about you? How does it feel to fall in love with the cover character of Time?"

I wanted to tease you, but I didn't expect Han Ziyin to say with happiness on her face: "I'm very happy!"

That kind of joy from the heart made Jiang Shuyu, an older leftover woman, break through her defenses.

Han Rongze hit the target at the right time: "What about you, do you have any good news to share with us?"

Jiang Shuyu could only lower his head and take another sip of beer.

The wind is a bit noisy today.

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"Happy New Year!"

HK district, a local restaurant.

During the Chinese New Year in Shanghai, there are many people who choose to order New Year’s Eve dinner out. The food is delicious, there is no need to clean up and wash the dishes, and it still looks stylish.

Often several small families who are closely related by blood will get together and be lively.

Of course, it is easy to form a situation of "three aunts and six wives, three halls and aunts".

Gan Yuan sat in the corner, being baptized by her seventh aunt and eighth aunt.

"Yuanyuan's income is so high now, and she is so young~"

"A senior executive of a large company has hundreds of people under his command!"

"Liu Neng, you usually ask your cousin for advice. In the future, you will need my cousin's help when looking for a job~"

Gan Yuan's face froze with laughter. She was too tired to deal with it, and in the end she could only fake a smile.

Second aunt, your son went to a technical secondary school. I really can’t help you much.

If Zhou Rui were here, he could tell that Gan Yuan was almost at her limit. Every time Gan Yuan was happy, she would write, and every time Gan Yuan felt uncomfortable, she would touch her collarbone.

At this point, I’m almost feeling bald!

However, fate will be cruel to everyone. Now that Aunt Santanghui is here, there will be less romantic gossip.

"Have you made friends with Yuanyuan? Such an outstanding girl doesn't know what kind of boy she is looking for~"

"Don't be in a hurry, you have to be careful! Isn't that right, Yuanyuan's mother, don't be in a hurry!"

Gan Yuan's mother had a straight face.

Why are you not in a hurry!

I was so anxious that the corners of my mouth were bubbling!

Yesterday, I found dozens of their boss’s nude magazines under my daughter’s bed!

How many more years will this class be worth? !

No, the Spring Festival holiday cannot be wasted. Hurry up and find a way to arrange some more blind dates!

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Sichuan Province, 919 Factory.

"Happy New Year, Director Lin, the Spring Festival Gala has begun."

The sound of the Spring Festival Gala came from the radio. There was no TV in this research room, but the radio could be listened to.

Lin Guangrong looked up at the researcher beside him and said, "Is it so late? Or you can go back and rest."

The researcher thought to himself, "Where can I rest while you are here?"

However, this year was indeed a bit of a disaster. I had already left the factory and was ready to go home, but I was called back again.

Of course, as a special scientific researcher working for the country, if you have a mission, let alone New Year's Eve, you have to come back even if you take a knife.

To blame, I can only blame what "Zhou Gong" sent me. It's too shocking.

If Zhou Rui were here, he would find that the thing on the researcher's screen is "Kunpeng".

The researcher scratched his head. There was a lot of content in it, and it was very practical.

If we talk about the previous "aerodynamic shape design", it is like a road sign that appeared in the blank field of this country.

Then what the "weekly worker" sent for the second time was not a road sign but a "map"

That is to say, "weekly work" is inherently magical. If someone else comes up with it, it will definitely be an unbelievable level of achievement. It is not like it can be completed by one person.

Fortunately, he had met that person in the hangar before, and his metaphysical percussion was shocking, so he was not surprised by what he was given.

Lin Guangrong rubbed his temples and said, "Thank you for your hard work. It's really a bit sudden. I'll give you a few more days off later."

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The researcher said: "Thank you, director. By the way, the news network seemed to have reported the incident of 'Bifang' just now. It seems that our complete Veyron system is expected to be launched next year."

Lin Guangrong smiled: "Yes, Bi Fang has started mass production, and the complete J-20 will probably be released again by then."

"Are you still doing it in our factory?"

"Probably not, maybe at the air show."

"So fast?"

"It's okay to fly far away, haha."

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"Grandpa, Happy New Year!"

Jiang Province, Hongqi Village

The gray-haired Mi Hongchang stood outside the small courtyard and bowed towards the inside.

But still no response.

Mi Nengwen, who was beside him, waited for a while and said, "Happy New Year, Grandpa Zeng."

After a long time, the two could only turn back in vain, without any sound answering them.

On New Year's Eve, I drove hundreds of kilometers just to send blessings that no one responded to across the courtyard.

Mi Nengwen shrank his neck, the winter night in the small village was particularly cold.

The two of them didn't go too far, and turned around and entered a separate small courtyard. There were two characters "Dian" posted on the door of the courtyard.

If Zhou Rui were present, he would be able to recognize this place. He also noticed this courtyard last time he came to Hongqi Village. In addition to the death of Grandpa Wang Wawa, he thought it was a bad omen.

The small courtyard has been purchased. It is neat and tidy inside, but it is also extremely deserted. There are almost no common daily utensils, and there is only an incense table in the inner hall.

Statues, incense burners, and Buddhist niches.

and urn.

That belonged to Mi Jianjun, Mi Hongchang's father.

According to his father's will, his biggest wish is to be buried in his hometown next to old man Mi after his death, but this is obviously impossible.

There is no such thing as an ancestral grave in the Mi family. Mi's three and four brothers, except himself, are all in the official cemetery.

Even Mr. Mi will go there after he leaves.

When Mi Jianjun was dying, he may have forgotten these things and had such a last wish that was destined to be impossible to fulfill.

Therefore, Mi Hongchang could only lower his expectations, settle for the next best thing, and hope that his father would be forgiven by his grandfather, recognize his ancestors, and be buried.

Therefore, when Mi Jianjun, a wealthy Chinese businessman, passed away, there was not even a funeral. The ashes that traveled across the ocean were kept in this small courtyard.

Or wait.

Mi Sanyi reacted violently at first, but they bought the yard and they were free to put it in whatever they wanted. Gradually, they could only keep out of sight.

On New Year's Eve, Mi Hongchang came here and was ready to leave tomorrow morning.

Let’s spend New Year’s Eve with my father tonight.

These are all actions that are more formal than meaningful, but they can make Mi Hongchang feel at ease. He did not accompany his father on his last journey, but at least he could celebrate the New Year together in the future.

As for why this kind of thing happened, only Mi Nengwen was brought with him. Who he will choose as the next helmsman of the Mi family is already clear.

There are many reasons. Mi Nengwen’s own excellence bears the brunt, but there is another small reason.

He is the only fourth-generation nephew in the Mi family who has an ID card.

The Mi family's sons and nephews were all fighting for it, but in the end they didn't expect to lose in such an inexplicable place. Even Mi Hongchang's own son couldn't compete.

After Mi Jianjun passed away, Mi Hongchang changed a lot

Mi Hongchang offered three sticks of incense to his father, and then said to Mi Nengwen: "You can also offer incense to your grandfather."

After staying with their father for a long time, the two came to the side room, which had a simple bed.

Mi Hongchang rubbed his hands and said: "Professor Zhang's side will be put into production next year. I have already contacted some orders for mid- to low-process wafers. Next year is the beginning year. If you want to pay more attention to the real estate side, don't worry about it." Forget it, go to 'Red Core International'."

Because it was authorized by the upper management, the name of this chip company can be said to make some things clear.

Overall, this company is composed of three parts, Zhang Richeng and his strong technical team, Mijia, and upper-level state-owned assets.

Mi Nengwen still doesn't know that the higher-ups suddenly decided to put more effort into the chip field because someone mentioned it a long time ago.

At that time, Zhou Rui reminded Yang Rubin that Yang Rubin's positive reaction attracted attention, which coincided with Mi Hongchang's drastic change of mentality in the detention center. He was determined to win his grandfather's forgiveness for his father and find the "way back to the country" for the Mi family.

Only then did the Mi family lobby Zhang Richeng, and a series of things happened afterwards

Mi Nengwen nodded. He had been around Red Core International in the second half of the year, so this arrangement was normal.

"Hua Wei has a HiSilicon research institute, which specializes in chip design. It is very strong and has great ideas. Professor Zhang and I both think we can join forces."

Some people flap their wings and don't care about the follow-up.

But the world has long been very different.

In various places.