Kicked Out of the Rich Family at the Beginning Chapter 294

Chapter 294 How much does 294 cost? Is one hundred kilograms enough? (Second update)

 A foster daughter?

Bai Qian raised his eyebrows.

 Why is there another one who wants to adopt an adopted daughter?

“Who is it?” Bai Zian lazily flicked the ashes from his cigarette and looked sideways at Dean Jian.

Dean Jian did not hide anything, "You probably don't know the old man from the Chen family. He was in the audience to see you last time. He is also the old friend I told you I wanted to introduce to you. "

"Chen family?" Bai Qian put his hands back on the window sill, "Which Chen family?"

"This is the Chen family," Dean Jian said in a low voice, with a tone of fear and sigh: "This is a family that has been inherited for thousands of years, and the ancestor is General Chen Ye."

“Ah,” Bai Qian bit her cigarette and smiled with an unknown meaning, “Chen Ye.”

 Her tone of voice was quite casual, as if she was saying "the person next door is named Wang" when talking about Chen Ye.

 Dean Jian: “…”

“Yes, it's General Chen Ye,” Dean Jian slowly said to Bai Qian, “You have to think about it carefully. This matter is not just about writing a song and thinking about it, it is very important to you.”

Mr. Chen's adopted daughter, among other things, she will have no problem walking around in Jiangjing with this status.

"That's not necessary," Bai Zian retracted his gaze, looked at the sun room downstairs, and said unhurriedly, "I'm not afraid that his ancestors will look for him if he dreams at night."

 The last sentence is said lowly.

 Dean Jian didn't hear clearly, “What did you say?”

"I said, let him save it," Bai Qian stretched out his hand to put out the cigarette, opened the window wider, and smiled casually: "Don't think too much."

 Jiang Fuli's laboratory.

 He ​​stood in front of the big screen, reached out and took off the black pen clipped on the lapel of his white coat, and used the tip of the pen to hold on to the simulated aircraft diagram he simulated using CFD on the screen.

 The engine of the picture drives the energy body to spread around.

 He stood in front, his posture upright, his eyes under the lenses were very cold, and his eyelashes were slightly drawn back.

 In the conference room, none of the team members or professors spoke, they only watched the big screen quietly.

 After speaking, he reached out and closed the cap of his pen. In the conference room, most of the professors were talking to each other about the engine they just had.

Some people didn't remember the key points in the meeting, but they didn't dare to go to Jiang Fuli.

 Only He Wen took his notebook and followed Jiang Fuli, "Young Master Jiang, I just asked them to deliver dinner to the lounge."

"Well," Jiang Fuli walked to the laboratory, put the pen on his chest again, and smoothed the wrinkles on his clothes, "How much did you understand the turbulent chaotic system I just talked about?"

"I recorded it." He Wen took out his voice recorder.

Jiang Fuli glanced at him and wanted to say something, but in the end he just said a cold "hmm" and looked away.

 After returning to Jiangjing, he left the dark matter side to the person in charge.

 During this period, Academician Ma was also involved in the research of the Mars rover. In order to have a holiday during the New Year, he usually stayed in the laboratory until very late during this period.

He Wen silently touched his nose. It was not like Jiang Fuli who could remember other people's words after hearing them once.

He took the voice recorder to the common room outside, opened the cabinet and took out his mobile phone. While eating his lunch, he sent a message to Bai Zian.

in.

 Jiang Fuli is still surveying data.

Beside him, the team members were holding pens and papers, listening and carefully writing down the questions Jiang Fuli asked.

The mobile phone in his pocket lit up. He is the founder of the laboratory, and like Academician Ma, he can bring his mobile phone into the laboratory—

【Have a meal】

　　It's just two words, not even a punctuation mark.

Jiang Fuli looked at these two words for a long time and said nothing.

Beside him, the team member's hands trembled, and he raised his head to look at Jiang Fuli's indifferent face. He just thought that he shouldn't have made any stupid theory just now.

Jiang Fuli then spoke. He put away his pen and said, "Get here first."

After he finished speaking, he put away his mobile phone and returned to his lounge. In the lounge, the base staff had already laid out his meal. His meal today was the same as usual, and it was the base's standard meal.

But besides the rice, there is also a white cup.

 He opened it and looked at it. It contained his medicine.

Outside. The team member took the meal and sat across from He Wen. He said with lingering fear: "Holy shit, I was scared to death. I thought there was something wrong with my data, you know! But he asked us to go to dinner! There was still a little spring breeze and drizzle. ...Okay, I admit that describing Master Jiang as spring breeze and drizzle is a bit too much, but you can understand what I want to express, right?"

He Wen calmly finished his last bite of rice, "I understand, but this is nothing to you."

Monday.

Tongfeng's class was still taking mechanics class for four hours in the morning.

 At noon, Bai Zian, Ning Xiao and others went to the laboratory after eating.

As soon as they arrived at the laboratory, they found that Hu Yue and the others were very quiet today. Seeing Bai Zian and the others arriving, Hu Yue sat aside, and the teaching assistant next to him made a "wait a moment" gesture to them.

 In the office inside the laboratory, faint voices could be heard.

Bai Zian took off her cloak and didn't want to eavesdrop on Zhou Wenqing's conversation with others, but because Zhou Wenqing's voice was a little excited, she still heard it.

“Director, let's not mention that we haven't applied for materials for half a year, and there are still freshmen here.” Zhou Wenqing sounded very angry, “Do you think it is reasonable for us to hand over our research results at this time?”

The voice inside was also helpless, "This is not a question of whether it is reasonable or not. Your project has been without results for a long time, and we are already discussing the closure of your project. I will sign the contract first, and we will wait for the rest until the end of the year."

“What kind of contract am I signing? I don't even have the materials. How can we do research and development?!” Zhou Wenqing couldn't help but uttered a curse word.

Tang Ming also vaguely heard something.

He touched the back of his head and asked Hu Yue, "Senior Sister Hu, what are Teacher Zhou and the others arguing about?"

"It's about our laboratory," Hu Yue frowned. "Our laboratory was originally developing semiconductors and superconductors, and some of them were industrial materials. Today the director came over and said that he would need a final copy of the research results by the end of the year. It's not good. , our laboratory may have to be transferred to others, and teachers may also be greatly affected.”

Tang Ming was startled.

He had an inexplicable feeling in his heart. Why would something happen to him in any laboratory he went to? "What will Teacher Zhou do then?"

“I don't know.” Senior Brother Liu put down the data in his hand. For a moment, no one in the office had any intention of continuing to look at the data.

 Bai Zian was listening on the side.

 Looking at the office door inside.

In the office, the director persuaded him nicely, "If you think about it better, if you come up with the research results at the end of the year, your future will be smooth. The position of deputy dean is still vacant. If you think about it, it can be done." , this position may be yours."

"You just said it in one sentence. Without materials, what result will we get? Can you guarantee to give me enough materials?" Zhou Wenqing laughed angrily, "I have four students and ten freshmen who are doing internships. , what do you want them to do?"

 It seems that Zhou Wenqing really doesn't make sense, and the director has no patience anymore.

He just put down the document, opened the door and went out, "This is an order from above. You have to sign it directly no matter what."

 A bunch of students in the laboratory looked at the director, but the director didn't look at anyone and went out with a bad look on his face.

"boom-"

 The laboratory door is closed.

 The teaching assistant hurriedly went in to see Zhou Wenqing's condition.

Ding Wenyang, Tang Ming and others looked at each other, almost all looking at Bai Qian: "What should we do now?"

Bai Zian took off his cloak, said nothing, poured a cup of tea, knocked on the door and entered Zhou Wenqing's office.

 In the office, Zhou Wenqing's desk was in a mess, and the teaching assistant was comforting Zhou Wenqing.

"Classmate Bai," Zhou Wenqing pressed his eyebrows when he saw Bai Qian's innocent face, "You came just in time. I think you should tell Dean Huang to change the laboratory first."

Bai Zian did not reply to this sentence. Instead, he bent down and placed the disposable cup in front of Zhou Wenqing. He said calmly: "It's okay. You drink tea to calm down first. I just want to ask you a question."

 Zhou Wenqing picked up the disposable cup.

The water was cold. After drinking it, he felt a little more awake. "You said."

"How far are you in your research?" Bai Qian took out his mobile phone, glanced at the message on it, and then picked it up again. "Is it possible to complete this project?"

Zhou Wenqing put down his cup and leaned back, "It took less than four years, and I had more than two years waiting for the materials."

The teaching assistant was listening and saw Bai Qian add, "Classmate Bai, the biggest problem in this matter is that there is not enough palladium, otherwise Teacher Zhou would not be so entangled."

“Then I think we don't need to change the laboratory.” Bai Qian tapped the phone with his fingertips, his eyebrows still light.

Zhou Wenqing was stunned and raised his head.

Bai Qian was not sure about the amount they wanted to use, so he asked lazily: "Teacher Zhou, how much do you want? Is one hundred kilograms enough?"

At the end of the month, princesses and princes please vote! (I'm moving in the past two days, so my time is a bit messed up. I really have a lot of books that are about to collapse. See you tomorrow!)

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