Restart the Flying Age

After the show, Wu Tao was almost done.

I was making a pot of tea, and when I sat down on the edge of the sofa, the phone rang in my pocket.

Take it out and see that it was Gu Xueli's call.

After listening to it, Academician Gu’s overjoyed voice suddenly came out: "Xiao Tao, that documentary was made very well! I really didn't expect this to be simple, profound and interesting, and it gave me a lot of inspiration."

"Really, grandpa?"

"Of course it's true." Gu Xueli said unwillingly: "So you come to my house tomorrow, I have an idea to talk to you."

On the New Year’s Eve, the scene that took place in Villa No. 2 of the Royal Garden was also staged in many families.

Many people who have never loved documentaries seem to have discovered a new world. While not knowing how to be strong, I also deeply feel the charm of technology.

But the same time, for Yan Fei, it was extremely suffering.

Since the show started, Yan Fei, who was waiting in the Capital Hotel, couldn't sit still.

However, CCTV's viewership statistics will have to wait until the next morning at the earliest for results. So this night was almost destined to be a sleepless night for her.

The next morning, Yan Fei, who was sleeping in her clothes, was stunned. She woke up in bed and calmed down, only to find that the lotus phone on the bedside was indeed ringing.

This night, she touched the phone between half asleep and half awake more than once, but the result was nothing.

Fortunately, this call finally arrived.

Looking at the caller ID, you know that it is a CCTV landline phone. Yan Fei cleared her throat and pressed the answer button calmly, but her heart thumped to her throat.

"Hey, Director Sun, you say. I'm Fei Yan, I'm listening."

This time, Sun Dafu, who was approached on behalf of Taiwan Director Han, said in an inexplicable tone of excitement: "Reporter Yan, congratulations! The ratings of the "Huaxiaxin" program have been counted, and the average ratings have reached 6.5%. The highest ratings reached 8%!"

"Director Sun, is this true?" Yan Fei was suddenly overjoyed.

As a professional, she knows the weight of these two numbers. Although there is a big gap between the 50% and 60% ratings of "Han Zhu Ge Ge", as a documentary, the first episode can reach this rating, which is already very good.

Sun Dafu didn't get bored in the slightest: "Reporter Yan, our statistics are very authoritative, very true, and can't be wrong."

Yan Fei repeatedly changed her words: "I'm sorry, Director Sun, I am not questioning your authority."

In response, Sun Dafu smiled and said: "It's okay, Reporter Yan. In fact, the station has decided to include this program in the schedule for rebroadcasting, and the audience will be able to see it during the daytime tomorrow."

This is naturally a good thing.

Yan Fei, who hung up the phone with Director Sun, felt relieved, and her intense drowsiness suddenly struck, and she fell asleep on the bed.

But Wu Tao in Jinling didn't wait for Yan Fei's call until he finished breakfast, which made him think that the phone was broken and he couldn't receive the call.

After reconfirming that the phone was not broken, he simply called Yan Fei.

As a result, there were three consecutive fights, but no one answered. Wu Tao suddenly murmured a bit. Could something be wrong with this beautiful reporter, or why would he not answer the phone?

Wu Tao, who has always been thoughtful, was stunned, but now Yan Fei slept too hard to hear the phone ringing at all.

Yan Fei woke up dazedly until the waiter slammed the door desperately.

He opened the door ignorantly, and found that the waiter and the hotel security had appeared with him. Yan Fei only woke up half of the time.

"What are you doing?"

"We received a call from Jinling saying that something might have happened to you, so we came to have a look. Are you okay? Did you deliberately not answer the call from Jinling?"

"I'm fine." Yan Fei confirmed, and then murmured, "A call from Jinling?"

It suddenly dawned on me, and I patted my forehead, "Oh my God, Mr. Wu's phone! How could I forget to call Mr. Wu!" At the moment, he didn't care about talking to the waiter, so he rushed back to the room and hurriedly gave Wu Tao called.

Villa No. 2 in the Royal Garden.

After answering Yan Fei's call, Wu Tao was happy and picked up his bowl: "Sister Mei, give me the evening porridge again!"

Wu Tao, who had eaten three or two more bowls, put on Qian Huimei's long black down jacket and went out.

Song Zhuang had already prepared the car, and brought gifts necessary for visiting relatives and friends in his trunk.

As the car drove out of the Imperial Garden Villa, Wu Tao asked, "Uncle Zhuang, you may not be able to go back this year for the Chinese New Year, did you pick it up with Auntie?"

Song Zhuang chuckled and said, "They said they have to finish their housework before they can come. It will be the twenty-seventh eighteenth day of the twelfth lunar month anyway!"

"Then arrange for them to come with the old man."

Song Zhuang was a little embarrassed and said, "I'm afraid they will cause trouble to the old man and make him unhappy."

"It doesn't matter, my grandfather is a child with a temper, so just coax a little bit." Wu Tao waved his hand and said: "Come together, there is also a caregiver on the road. After all, it's freezing cold. You don't worry about coming alone."

"Yes, I will tell them."

Wu Tao nodded, "It is really troublesome for your family to leave their hometown to come to Jinling for the New Year."

Song Zhuang said in a wink, "Boss, you made a mistake. They heard that they were able to come to Jinling for the New Year. I don't know how happy they are!"

"Then I can rest assured." He added: "All security personnel on duty and their family members can enjoy this treatment. You must convey this to the strong uncle."

"Yes, boss."

When the car arrived at the Xuefu community, there was still a bit of dampness on the paved road, and there was a little snow hanging on the branches of the trees beside the road.

Groups of children, wearing woolen hats with hanging ears, carrying firecrackers in their pockets, are making trouble everywhere.

Knocked on the door of Gu Xueli's house, Yin Wenfang immediately greeted him and said: "Come in, kid~www.readwn.com~ Old Gu has made tea, waiting for you for a long time." Song Zhuang immediately saw Wu Tao behind him. He was holding a lot of gifts, frowning and complaining: "Look at you, this child, he is here, what are you doing with so many things!"

Wu Tao waved his hand, "Grandma, there is nothing. These are my filial piety to your two elders on behalf of Rongrong."

"...It's just that she and Fei are in the capital now, and may not be able to come back until the year before."

Gu Xueli beckoned at him and said, "Come here, let's have a good chat with grandpa and grandson."

Wu Tao sat down, picked up the tea cup that Gu Xueli had just poured and drank it, "Grandpa, do you have any good ideas?"

After all, Gu Xueli is an academic, and he doesn’t know how to circumvent things, so he immediately said: “I think, in the name of Yuanqi Technology, you may be able to jointly establish an IC college with Jinling University to train talents in chip design.”

"Yes!" Wu Tao slapped his thigh, "Why didn't I expect it!"

This is a trick to implement the real integration strategy of production, education and research and comprehensively promote the rapid development of the chip industry!