This is not polite at all. The key is that Cao Yong doesn't know how to refute it, and the words are rough and not rough.

As Tsinghua University starts, many outstanding students flock to this prestigious school.

Song Xingchen's major is in the law department. As a top student with tuition fees, it's okay for her to be in that department, but she won't go to school anyway.

However, after the school started, she packed all the textbooks and mailed them. Why didn’t you hang the others? Naturally, she understood the others, and the law is different in every world.

"I heard that the top scorer in the second volume of the seventh province this year is in our department?" In the boy's dormitory, a tall, dark and muscular boy came in with a thermos bottle. "I didn't come to report it, I still want to see it."

The boy in the same bed who was reading miscellaneous books looked up at the other party, "It is said that he wanted to study by himself at home, and some people said that the background is good. Why did you think of studying law? I think you should go to the physical education university according to your appearance."

"I won't go. Don't look at me as strong as I am, I'm not very good at sports."

"..." The other two people in the dormitory were stunned, "Is it true or false?"

"What are you doing? My black muscles are made up of doing farm work at home all year round."

There are four people in the dormitory, all three of them are from the countryside, and there is only one from the city. However, the other party seems to have a high vision and is not very happy to get along with them. Basically, they will stay with friends in other dormitory except sleeping and class.

These three people didn't think that something was wrong. They all just entered this university and didn't know each other for a long time. They could understand it even if they couldn't talk together.

Song Xingchen's name is still very famous in Tsinghua and Peking University. After all, it is rare to be admitted to the best university in China. He doesn't come to report it. Instead, he studies it at home. It feels strange no matter how you look at it.

Some students also asked the department teachers in private, but they didn't find out what they asked about, which made them even more mysterious.

"Go out for a walk on National Day?"

"Okay, student tickets are half price, you can still visit them once." All three agreed.

As September begins, Song Xingchen arrives at the factory for the first time and attends the completion ceremony.

"What's the name?" she asked, looking at the wide factory building.

Cao Yong shook his head, "Not yet, why don't you want one."

"SMIC." This is a state-owned enterprise and the name is just right.

When Cao Yong heard this, he thought for a while and nodded with a smile, "Not bad, SMIC, China Core."

After the company's signature will be found, Cao Yong will also report it to the above, and it is likely that he will pass it.

Compared with top technology, it is better to be in the hands of the country than to be in the hands of individuals. After all, individual enterprises may do some uncontrollable things for the sake of private interests. State-owned enterprises do not have this concern. Every decision cannot be controlled by one person.

She doesn't need to do it herself, she just needs verbal guidance from the side. After all, the people who can come here are all craftsmen in this field.

Time flies, and the end of the year is coming in a flash.

Tsinghua and Peking University also discussed Song Xingchen's issue.

Students will have to take the exam at the end of the year, and Song Xingchen is naturally no exception.

However, after communicating with the above, the other party gave the answer that Song Xingchen could not take the exam and submit his graduation thesis until he graduated.

The dean of the Law School was extremely puzzled. He was also curious about this student who had never appeared in the department, but just asked him again. The other party said that she was now participating in a very important research and had no time to come to the imperial capital to take the exam.

This is true. Lithography machines are really important. The country is waiting for this big treasure to come out before it can develop further.

People from the Chinese Academy of Sciences have said with confidence that as long as the lithography machine is developed successfully, the country will catch up with the world at an extremely fast pace. It was originally planned to be 50 years, but now it can be compressed to twenty years or even shorter.

Therefore, Song Xingchen's personal ability is enough to make her do whatever she wants.

"Old Cao, won't you go home for the Chinese New Year this year?"

Cao Yong shook his head, "I won't go back anymore, I'll go home after the research and development is released."

There is no time to go home? The workload now is so high that people of his age have already complained, and those who are younger may not be able to withstand it.

As long as one appears, put into production and achieve results, he can completely relax.

"Xiao Song, according to your statement, how much can the monthly production be achieved?"

"If one machine has a monthly production capacity of 50,000, which is nearly five times higher than that of foreign countries."

Cao Yong sighed and said, "I haven't seen the finished product now, but when I hear her affirmative tone, I know that the final result will not be too different."

"I hope we can receive foreign orders in technology in the future." This can generate income for the country.

Her eyebrows and eyes were smiling, and the curves of the corners of her lips were elegant, "Yes, I'm here."

Cao Yong's eyes were filled with tears, and he nodded vigorously, "That's good. With you here, my old bone can be easier."

"Aren't you afraid that I will steal your limelight?" Her words were so playful.

Cao Yong couldn't help but laugh, "It can really drive the development of national science and technology, I will give you all the limelight."

There are bad people in this era, but there are more good people. They basically have a innocent heart and only want the earth they step on can make a shocking roar in the whole world without caring about personal gains and losses.

"Old Cao!" She shouted in a slightly deep voice.

Cao Yong said "hmm". Although Song Xingchen was old enough to be his granddaughter, he opened his mouth and called him "Old Cao", but Cao Yong did not feel offended. In his eyes, Song Xingchen was his age-lost friend, both a teacher and a friend.

"If you make a contribution, you still have to let others know that the benefits you deserve cannot be given up. The allusions of Zigong Shuilu people cannot be practiced in our era. Scientists do things for the country and the people must be rewarded. This is what you deserve. You don't need to think that talking about money is vulgar. They are all ordinary people who rely on food and drink to survive. Now it is not the era of eating a big pot, and you have to consider your wife and children at home."

Cao Yong was stunned for a moment, then smiled and nodded, "Okay, I'll listen to you, I will definitely not send out what I deserve."

Yes, if you think scientists cannot talk about money, otherwise it will be a vicious and stinky thing. Whoever is willing to enter the field of science in the future is willing to study science, and even food and drink cannot be guaranteed. Your wife and sons cannot support you. You can also study any science. You are all ordinary people and don’t live by drinking dew.

"Even if the superiors don't give us a reward, I have to talk about it when the development is successful. I will allocate a bonus to us. All of them have made great efforts. We must not even see the bonus."

Xiao Song was right. Although he did not value money, he could not do without food, drinking, defecation and urination at home.

He is noble here. If people in the future know that doing research is not profitable, how can the country develop?

If technology cannot improve, it is destined to be overtaken.

The great generals who expanded their territory in ancient times had to keep some of the spoils they had won. How bad are they compared to the great generals? The same principle is the same.

When I stepped out of the workshop, there were snowflakes falling outside. It didn’t snow all year last year, but this year I saw a rare snow scene.

Following the familiar road home, Mo Wuqian came over as soon as he stepped into the house.

"Miss, the villa has been handed over, and Mr. Wang has taken people away."

"Have the remaining money been paid?" Song Xingchen shook off the snowflakes on his coat and stepped into the warm room.

"It's all settled."

"That's good. When the spring next year, contact the person to decorate, the company will start decoration at the end of next year." At that time, the lithography machine was released, and the company will be able to operate completely. "Electronics factory will start recruiting workers in April next year. You can deal with this matter."

"good!"

Nie Group, top floor office.

Nie Ci was concentrating on the documents on the desk, and the two young men next to him were standing quietly.

When I opened a document, I saw the name on it, and Nie Ci's pen was slightly interrupted.

"..." This was sent by a company in Hong Kong City.

DH Studio is an industry under Nie Group and is also the world's top studio specializing in interior design. It has more than 30 studios, with different skin colors, but it is all top design talents he recruits from all over the world. It has a large workload every year and orders are all over the world.

From museums to top office buildings, from personal residences to landmark buildings, everything can be done.

In front of me is the work report from last month, in which a team received an order for a personal residence. The owner of the order was Song Xingchen, and the address was in Songhai City, Su Province.

The information contained the other party’s specific address and the building area of ​​the house. He couldn’t help but be curious after seeing it.

"After explaining, after this order is over, I will send me one of the design drawings and the actual drawings."

"Yes!" A nearby assistant nodded after seeing it.

Cahill and Du Mingming took over the Song family's order and learned that the design drawings were sent by each other, so they just need to keep a close eye on the general direction of the house. At the same time, the other party's requirements for the interior of the house are extremely sophisticated, and most of the furniture and appliances are imported from abroad.

The two of them privately calculated that the total decoration price of this villa reached three million in this era, which is definitely a wealthy person.

This is the first time they have received such a high order, of course, based on domestic private residences.

This price is indeed very high. According to the purchasing power of today and future generations, the decoration price will be as high as 300 million yuan in about 30 to 40 years later.

The interior decoration basically adopts a low-shooting and simple style, and there are also forest cultivation of the entire mountain, which are all included.

Even so, this price is beyond the reach of 99% of the people in China.

In the later period, Song Xingchen will also configure his own smart housekeeper. Even if these are included, this house will be far beyond its own price.

Moreover, the twenty-acre building, including a modern villa on the top of the mountain and a middle-classical house on the side of the mountain, is hidden among the green mountains and green trees, collides with each other but coordinates with each other.
Chapter completed!