Super Golden Eye

"The power went out?!" Kris patted her forehead: "Gosh, I forgot the electricity bill has not been paid yet! But what should I do now, where can I find money to pay the electricity bill."

Fang Yang said silently: "Tell me your account number..."

Kris opened her mouth, no matter how strong her self-esteem was, she couldn't match the cruel reality. Seeing a million dollars extra on the account, Chrissy first paid the arrears of electricity bills and said softly, "Thank you!"

Fang Yang smiled slightly: "You are welcome, anyway, as I said before, I will sponsor you a million dollars in friendship, just a little earlier. Oh, the call is coming, the efficiency is pretty fast."

I can't help but boast about this. The electricity bill was paid here, and the power supply was restored directly there. If you are in China, there is absolutely no such speed.

Press the elevator button again, and dive smoothly this time. Fang Yang only noticed that although the upper part here is relatively shabby, the lower part is still very strict.

The entire mine has been reinforced as a whole. According to his visual observation, at least there is no problem with resisting an atomic bomb.

At about 20 meters underground, the elevator stopped, and so on, there are still these things,

Only then did Chris understand what Fang Yang meant to buy these things. She found a cart, put all the purchased items on the cart, and entered the inside of the mine through a fingerprint and iris double password door.

From the moment he entered the mine, Fang Yang felt as if he had entered a world of metal, a world of science fiction.

There are various parts and models with metallic luster everywhere, and many sci-fi elements that can only be seen on TV can be seen everywhere here!

On the workbench in the middle, there are three old people with gray hair. They are busy there. On the side table, there are dried crusty bread on both sides, a glass of water, without any ingredients or complementary foods, looking pitiful.

Chrissy's eye circles were red, and she walked to the thinnest old man and said, "Father, I brought a friend here. He is interested in our project."

"Oh?" Old John didn't lift his head: "This experiment will take about fifteen minutes. Wait aside, don't disturb me."

"Father..." Chris was also at a loss. Old John's attention was all on the metal parts in his hands, and she ignored her at all.

Fang Yang admired the spirit of old John very much, and whispered to Chrissy: "This is called no madness, no survival. Don't disturb him, you go get some food first, I think they should be a little hungry. ."

Chris had no choice but to nod her head: "Well, then you can just take a look here. If you have any questions, my father will answer them personally later."

"Well, let's go." Fang Yang stayed alone and continued to watch the work of the three old Johns. Chris pushed the cart into the kitchen behind to prepare dinner.

Fifteen minutes later, Old John carefully assembled the last part before he stopped his hand satisfied:

"Phil, Raun, if this accelerator passes the test, it will be faster than all current aircraft!"

The curly-haired Phil looked at the model in front of him carefully: "Old John, don't talk too much. Now it is just a conceptual product. The real performance can only be known after testing. What do you mean? Raun."

Raun seemed worried: "Relatively speaking, I am more concerned about failure. If we still don't get the funds, we won't even be able to carry on the experiment."

Old John seemed confident enough: "It doesn't exist. I have asked Chris to go outside that **** business forum to post a leaflet.

Since they are all the world's business elites, there will always be people who realize how much potential and development space our projects have. Are they all stuffed dumplings who don't know the goods? "

Fang Yang was a little uncomfortable listening next to him. It seems that the EQ of this old John is really not generally low. How can he talk like that? Did he ignore everything except his own research?

At this time, Old John found Fang Yang next to him, and he was taken aback: "Who are you? Are you the new assistant? Why have I never seen you?"

Fang Yang rubbed his nose: "Excuse me, I am a friend of Chrissy. She brought me here from that **** business forum."

Old John looked up and down, "Oh? So, you are here to send money?"

Fang Yang felt a little uncomfortable: "I'm sorry, Kris invited me to come and have a look. I have personally sponsored one million yuan. As for the others, there are no plans yet."

Old John was a little irritable. He picked up the dry bread on the workbench and took a bite. The bread crumbs splashed all over: "It's only one million, not even a coating is enough."

Fang Yang put his hands around his chest: "Mr. John, although this million is not enough for even one coating, but I also know that if you don't have this million, you won't even have access to electricity or water!"

Just at this time, Kris came out with the dining car and saw them quarreling, so she hurried over to persuade:

"Father, what are you doing? Mr. Fang is my friend. He has helped us a lot. Can't you speak well?"

Old John's eyes widened: "Aren't I just talking? Except for money, what else is in these people's minds? Wine and women?"

Chris was anxious to death: "Father! If you say this again, I won't care about you in the future! Don't you have any responsibility for the company's operation to the point it is today?"

Fang Yang sighed: "At least I understand a little bit, why no one has invested in this project for you."

Old John shrugged his nose: "Huh? What smells so delicious? Is there a big meal today? Phil, Lawn, come here."

The three old guys surrounded the dining car with a hula, utterly disregarding the image of eating and eating, there is not the slightest demeanor of a scientific researcher, just like refugees who have stayed in Africa for three years.

But even between meals, the three of them are still arguing about the structural characteristics of the protective layer, which is quite cute.

Chrissy's angry eyes were red, and Yang said apologetically: "Mr. Fang, I'm sorry, my father is like this. I don't have a sense of measure, please don't mind."

Fang Yang smiled: "It's okay, maybe it's because Mr. John really spent all of their energy on their research career, so naturally they are a bit unsophisticated, and this is also a superior demeanor.

In less than ten minutes, the three of them ate up the five-person dinner prepared by Kris in the dining car, and returned to the experimental area to work, regardless of other things.

Chrissy said sorry: "I'm sorry, I will cook you another dinner."

Fang Yang waved his hand: "No, I'm not hungry. If I have time, I hope you can give me a brief explanation of your creativity and specific ideas."

Chrissy said: "I have basically told you what I know. The specific details will be explained by my father himself.

After all, I just came out of school not long ago, and I don't dare to talk nonsense about professional things, it is easy to make mistakes. "

Fang Yang glanced at the old John who was fascinated by the research: "Are you sure he has the time and patience to talk to me?"

Chrissy nodded again and again: "It's okay! It's definitely possible! You sit in this rest area first, and I'll call my father over to talk to you."

Taking Fang Yang to the rest area and making a pot of coffee, Kris hurriedly returned to Old John's side, communicating in a low voice.