Chapter 1504

The door opened quickly.

An old man in his sixties or seventies came in from the outside with a red smile on his face.

"Academician Lu, I have admired you for a long time! I wanted to visit you a long time ago, but unfortunately I never had the chance. Now I finally see you."

"Academician Zhang is polite, come in and talk."

After some polite greetings, Lu Zhou invited Academician Zhang from the entrance to the living room, and ordered Xiao Ai to pour a cup of hot tea for the guest.

Over a cup of tea, the two had a detailed discussion on the issue of pulsed magnetic fields.

To be honest, although Lu Zhou already had a general understanding of his academic ability before this, his level still exceeded his expectations.

In particular, what Lu Zhou didn't expect was that after reading his own paper, he could come up with so many constructive academic viewpoints by analogy.

And these constructive academic views, to a certain extent, also inspired Lu Zhou himself.

It is precisely because of this that Lu Zhou's impression of scholars in this era has changed a little.

The matter of East Asia Electric Power is just an example, but he is carrying the banner of the second generation of controllable fusion research.

Although there has indeed been no significant progress in the research of second-generation controllable fusion in the past century, not everyone is the same as Liu Sihai.

There are still people who do things seriously and pursue academics wholeheartedly.

After quietly listening to Academician Zhang's theoretical analysis model on the study of high-power pulsed magnetic field on plasma disturbance, and the idea of ​​building this reactor on the moon, Lu Zhou couldn't help but feel a feeling of resentment.

The idea of ​​building this reactor on the moon can be said to have been brewing since he was still researching a generation of controllable fusion technology.

"...I'm very interested in what you said. I wonder if you are interested in joining my project team?"

Speaking of excitement, Zhang Feiyue slapped his knee and said excitedly.

"That's exactly what I mean!"

Seeing that he agreed so quickly, Lu Zhou didn't have to be stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile and a joke.

"Don't you even ask about the treatment and conditions?"

Zhang Feiyue said with a hearty smile.

"Being able to participate in such a big project that is related to the future of human civilization, do you need to mention such a small matter? Even if you bring your own dry food, I am willing!"

"Bring your own dry food? I can't do such a stingy thing," Lu Zhou said with a smile, "Don't worry, follow me to do experiments, and the funds will definitely be enough!"

...

Leaving aside the research on the second-generation controllable fusion, the circle in the financial world has been quite turbulent recently.

On the second day after Song Yangwei was killed, news about his death finally spread.

At first, someone saw the ambulance and police car parked at his door, and then someone who claimed to be a neighbor who lived near his house saw him being carried into the ambulance on a stretcher.

Then, according to the hospital staff, he was out of breath when he was carried into the hospital, and was directly carried into the morgue.

Regarding the cause of his death, there are different opinions from the outside world.

Some people said that he was persecuted because he offended people who should not have been offended by shorting East Asia Electric Power.

Some people also said that it was the hidden disease left over from his suave and suave early years, which caused him to suffer from the root cause of the disease a long time ago, and the blow of this short-selling failure became the last straw that crushed him mentally.

Some people are already infinitely close to the truth, guessing whether the implanted prosthesis has malfunctioned. After all, for a rich man like him, it is really a pity for his family property not to replace it with a more durable organ.

However, no one thought it would be a virus after all.

Because it sounds too unbelievable. In the 22nd century, hacking into the memory of a bionic person or the control chip implanted in a prosthetic body is infinitely more difficult than hacking into Ali's server in the 21st century.

The former is a difficulty in the procedural sense, while the latter is in a physical sense.

All in all, Song Yangwei just died.

Although his experience is not as legendary as Liu Zhengxing, the chairman of East Asia Electric Power, he and his Yang Wei Capital are well-known in the investment world.

In particular, the short-selling report released some time ago and the more than 10 billion that were poured out successively made him attract the attention of colleagues all over the world.

But now, he died so inexplicably, which no one thought of.

While making people sigh, what makes people envious is the huge legacy he left behind.

Especially Yangwei Capital.

In the eyes of countless people, especially colleagues, it is like a piece of fat.

As far as his relatives who had received his favor on a daily basis, they had not even waited for his first seven, they began to conspire to fight for the right of inheritance.

For outsiders, a commercial conspiracy to directly promote capital has become a plan on the table of countless investment companies.

"Lu Zhou...I won't let you go!"

In the prison, Liu Sihai, who was wearing a prison uniform, clenched his fists tightly and his eyes were red when he heard the bad news from outside.

His greatest and only support died.

Although the hospital said it was a natural death, he never believed it, and it had nothing to do with that Lu Zhou.

Ever since the person surnamed Lu seized power on the board of directors, bad news came one after another.

As if they were targeting him, first he was sent to the bureau, and then his father-in-law.

Now, Song Yangwei's other children jumped out again and started fighting for the family property. His wife even called him to the prison crying for help, asking him what he should do.

Facing the dilemma, Liu Sihai was also blind and didn't know what to do.

If he had really been so scheming, he wouldn't have become what he is now, or even thrown into the classroom.

Taking advantage of the few time he had to visit relatives this month, he got permission to use the Internet, and immediately called the dog leg who had followed his lead in the past—that is, Yang Xiaofeng.

However, to his surprise, what he got in exchange for this phone call was neither greetings or comfort from fellow patients, but a mouth-smelling meal.

"Cao Nima! It's not that you are a messy thing that can't support the wall all day long in the research institute. Is it that I am so miserable now? The work of the East Asia Electric Power Research and Development Department! Back then, in order to stuff yourself in, you Do you know how much work I have spent in my family! My father knew that I was driven out, and almost broke my leg!"

Dumbfounded by being scolded by his former dog leg, Liu Sihai's face was covered with ashes.

"You... Did you take the wrong medicine!"

"I took the wrong medicine. I will eat your mother raw! Grass!"

As if to release all the grievances of being a dog licker all these years, Yang Xiaofeng sneered unscrupulously at his former boss, and then hung up the phone with a beep.

Looking at the empty holographic screen, Liu Sihai's eyes changed from disbelief to hatred, and from hatred to deep despair.

Maybe he was wrong...

Not to mention impartiality and integrity, even if he restrained himself a little bit, he would not have developed to what he is today.

However, even if he thought so, his heart was full of grievances.

This grievance is not because of my obsession, but because of the injustice to God.

He wasn't the only one who did this, so why did the knife fall on him?

The entire East Asian Electric Power goes up and down, and which department can really stay out of it...

...

East Asia Power Headquarters Building.

Office of the Research Director.

Looking at Lu Zhou standing in front of him, Director Wu's face was full of embarrassment.

Before him was a resignation application.

Putting this agreement in front of him, Lu Zhou's meaning is already obvious, that is to let him go.

However, Wu Qing still did not expect that such a thing would happen to him.

There was a hint of pleading in his voice, and the old man said in a trembling tone.

"Does it have to be like this?"

Without any pity on his face, Lu Zhou said indifferently: "Do you think there is room for negotiation?"

There was a hint of pleading in his eyes, and the old man said submissively.

"I have worked hard for decades for East Asia Electric Power. Even if I don't have credit, I have hard work."

This is a truth.

Although he became the director of scientific research only ten years ago, he has been working in East Asia Electric Power for more than 40 years since he joined the company.

It's not that he hasn't used his power for personal gain in the past forty years, but compared to other people, he is still relatively restrained.

Because he pursued the doctrine of the golden mean and based on the principle that nothing is wrong, during his ten years in office, East Asia Power did not have any major problems, and the occasional minor problems were handled smoothly by him.

He thinks that he is quite good 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 place."

"Your so-called hard work is to connive at Song Yangwei's clique and selfishness, and turn a blind eye to their misconduct. If this is your so-called hard work, then you should go and rest, at least don't give trouble for others."

"I don't even care about those scholars who are morally flawed, as long as they have indeed made achievements and produced visible research results. Has East Asia Electric Power ever produced even one tangible result?"

Hearing this sentence, a trace of bitterness appeared in the old man's eyes.

10 years?

Let alone 10 years, even 10 years ago, there would be no change when he was in office.

How can such a good result be so easy to make...

Looking at the indifferent Lu Zhou, Wu Qing hesitated for a while, finally sighed, and signed his name on the resignation agreement in front of him.

After a while, he may have thought of Director Liu Sihai, or he may have figured out something himself.

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, and after dropping this sentence with a blank face, he turned and left.

The recruitment of new employees has been completed, and more than 2,000 fresh blood are waiting for training.

Now that the rotten dead flesh has been cut off, from this moment on, East Asia Power will go into battle lightly and face new challenges with a brand new look, and there are still many things waiting for him to do.

Thinking of this, Lu Zhou couldn't help but smile, and his footsteps became much lighter.

The next thing he needs to consider is the academic field...

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(4 million words, Sahua)