The door opened quickly.
An old man in his sixties or seventies walked in from the outside with a smile on his face.
"Academician Lu, it's an honor to meet you for a long time! I've wanted to visit you for a long time, but unfortunately, I didn't have the chance. Now I finally get to meet you. "
"Academician Zhang, you're welcome. Come in and talk."
After some polite greetings, Lu Zhou invited Academician Zhang from the porch to the living room and instructed Xiao Ai to pour a cup of hot tea for the guest.
After a while, the two began a detailed discussion on the pulsed magnetic field.
To be honest, although Lu Zhou already had a general understanding of his academic ability, his level was still beyond his expectations.
What Lu Zhou didn't expect was that after reading his own paper, he was able to come up with so many constructive academic views.
And these constructive academic views, to a certain extent, also inspired Lu Zhou himself.
It was precisely because of this that Lu Zhou's impression of scholars of this era changed a little.
The East Asia Power was just an example, and he was carrying the banner of second-generation controllable fusion research.
Although the research of second-generation controllable fusion has not made major progress in this century, not everyone was the same as Liu Sihai.
There were still people who worked hard and pursued academia wholeheartedly.
After quietly listening to Academician Zhang's theoretical analysis model for the study of high-power pulsed magnetic field on plasma disturbances, as well as the idea of building this reactor on the Moon, Lu Zhou couldn't help but feel a sense of regret in his heart.
Building this reactor on the Moon could be said to be an idea that had been brewing since he was still researching the first generation of controllable fusion technology.
"I'm very interested in the things you said. I wonder if you are interested in joining my project team?"
Zhang Feiyue, who was excited, slapped his knee and spoke excitedly.
"That's exactly what I was thinking!"
Seeing that he agreed so quickly, Lu Zhou was slightly taken aback. He then smiled and joked.
"You don't even ask about the benefits and conditions?"
Zhang Feiyue said with a hearty laugh.
"To be able to participate in such a major project that concerns the future of human civilization, is there a need to mention such a trivial matter? Even if I have to bring my own rations, I'm willing! "
"You brought your own rations? I can't do such a stingy thing. "Lu Zhou smiled and said," Don't worry, if you follow me to do experiments, you will definitely have enough funds! "
…
Leaving aside the research of second-generation controllable fusion, there had been some turbulence in the financial circle recently.
On the second day after Song Yangwei was killed, the news of his death finally spread.
At first, someone saw the ambulance and police car parked in front of his house. Then, someone claimed to be a neighbor who lived near his house and saw him being carried into the ambulance on a stretcher.
Then, according to the hospital staff, when he was carried into the hospital, he was no longer breathing and was directly carried into the morgue.
As for the cause of his death, there were many different opinions.
Some people said that he was persecuted because he offended someone he shouldn't have offended because of shorting East Asia Power.
Some people also said that it was a hidden illness left behind by his early years, which made him fall ill a long time ago. The blow of this short-selling failure became the last straw that crushed his spirit.
Some people were infinitely close to the truth, speculating that there might be a malfunction in the implanted prosthesis. After all, for a rich person like him, it would be a waste of his wealth if he didn't replace it with a more durable organ.
However, no one thought that it would be a virus.
That was because it sounded too inconceivable. In the 22nd century, it was countless times more difficult to hack into the memory of a robot or implant the control chip of a prosthetic than to hack into Ali's server in the 21st century.
The former was difficult in a procedural sense, while the latter was difficult in a physical sense.
In short, Song Yangwei died just like that.
Although his experience was not as legendary as Liu Zhengxing, the chairman of East Asia Power, he and his Yangwei Capital were also well-known in the investment world.
Especially the short-selling report released some time ago and the continuous investment of more than 10 billion yuan, which made him attract the attention of his peers all over the world.
But now, he had died so mysteriously. This was something that no one had expected.
Apart from making people sigh, what made people even more envious was the huge inheritance that he left behind.
Especially Yangwei Capital.
In the eyes of countless people, especially in the eyes of his peers, it was like a piece of fat meat.
For his relatives who had received favors from him, they began to plot to fight for the inheritance right before the seventh day of his death.
For outsiders, a business conspiracy directly involving Yangwei Capital had become a plan on the table of countless investment companies.
"Lu Zhou … I will not let you go!"
In the prison, Liu Sihai, who was wearing a prison uniform, clenched his fists tightly. His eyes were red.
His greatest and only pillar of support had died.
Although the hospital said it was a natural death, he didn't believe that it had nothing to do with Lu Zhou.
Since the man surnamed Lu seized power on the board of directors, bad news came one after another.
It was as if it was targeting him. First, he was sent to the police station, then his father-in-law.
Now, Song Yangwei's other children jumped out and began to compete for the family property. His wife even called him in prison and cried for help, asking him what to do.
Faced with a dilemma, Liu Sihai was also at a loss and didn't know what to do.
If he was really that good at scheming, he wouldn't have ended up like this and even been thrown into the detention center.
Taking advantage of the limited time he had to visit his family this month, he got permission to use the internet. He immediately called his lackey, Yang Xiaofeng, who used to follow his lead.
However, contrary to his expectations, this phone call didn't get him any comforting greetings, nor did it get any comfort from fellow sufferers. Instead, it was a barrage of insults.
"Motherf * cker! If it weren't for you messing around in the research institute all day long, would I be in such a miserable situation? The work of the East Asia Power R&D department! Do you know how much effort my family put in to get me in?! My dad knew I was kicked out, and he almost broke my leg! "
Liu Sihai's face was livid after being scolded by his former henchman.
"You … Did you take the wrong medicine?!"
"I took the wrong medicine, I'll eat you alive! Fu * k! "
As if to release all the resentment of being a bootlicker all these years, Yang Xiaofeng unscrupulously cursed at his former boss, then hung up the phone.
Looking at the empty holographic screen, Liu Sihai's eyes turned from disbelief to hatred, and then from hatred to deep despair.
Maybe he was wrong …
If he was a little more restrained, things wouldn't have developed to this point.
However, even so, his heart was full of grievances.
This grievance was not because of his own greed, but because of the injustice of the heavens.
It wasn't like he was the only one who had done this. Why did this knife have to fall on him?
Which department in the entire East Asia Power could really stay out of this …
…
East Asia Power Headquarters Building.
The office of the research director.
Looking at Lu Zhou standing in front of him, Director Wu's face was full of an awkward expression.
In front of him was a resignation application.
With this agreement in front of him, Lu Zhou's intention was obvious, which was to tell him to get the hell out of here.
However, Wu Qing still didn't expect this to happen to him.
With a hint of pleading in his voice, the old man spoke in a trembling tone.
"Do you have to do this?"
Without any pity on his face, Lu Zhou said indifferently, "Do you think there is room for negotiation?"
With a trace of pleading in his eyes, the old man said timidly.
"I have worked conscientiously for East Asia Power for decades. Even if there is no credit, there is still hard work."
This was the truth.
Although he only became the research supervisor ten years ago, he had been working in the East Asia store for more than forty years since he started working there.
In the past 40 years, he had used his power for personal gain, but compared to others, he was relatively restrained.
Because he pursued the golden mean and adhered to the principle of no mistakes, in the past ten years of his tenure, East Asia Energy had indeed not had any major problems. Occasionally, some minor problems occurred, but they were all handled by him very smoothly.
He thought that he was doing a pretty good job as a scientific research director.
Looking at Director Wu, who still didn't know where he was wrong, Lu Zhou said calmly.
"Doing nothing is also a sin, especially sitting in your position."
"Your so-called hard work is to condone Song Yangwei and others to form a clique for personal gain and turn a blind eye to their misdeeds. If this is your so-called hard work, then you'd better go to the side and rest. At least don't cause trouble for others."
"I don't even care about scholars with moral flaws, as long as they do make achievements and come up with visible research results. However, in the ten years you have been the research director, has East Asia Power, which has hundreds of research units, ever produced a single good result? "
A trace of bitterness appeared in the old man's eyes.
Ten years?
Forget about ten years, even ten years ago, when he was the previous director, there was no good result.
That kind of good result is not easy to produce …
Looking at the indifferent Lu Zhou, Wu Qing hesitated for a while. He finally sighed and signed his name on the resignation agreement in front of him.
After a while, maybe he thought of Director Liu Sihai, or maybe he figured something out.
Staring at the electronic contract in front of him, he muttered.
"Thank you … for letting me leave with dignity."
"You have half a day to pack up."
Lu Zhou didn't say much. He put away the electronic contract, dropped this sentence with a blank expression, and turned to leave.
The recruitment of new employees had been completed, and more than two thousand fresh blood was waiting to be trained.
Now that the rotten dead flesh had been cut off, from this moment on, East Asia Power would go into battle lightly and face new challenges with a new look. There were still many things waiting for him to do.
Thinking of this, the corners of Lu Zhou's mouth couldn't help but curl up into a smile, and his footsteps became much lighter.
The next thing he needed to think about was academic issues …
(Four million words, scattering flowers)
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