Chapter 394 No Amount of Preferential Treatment Is Too Much

After returning to China, Lu Zhou thought that he had no place to stay in Shangjing, and he didn't have many relatives and friends, so it would be inconvenient for him, but he didn't expect that others had already arranged it for him.

The place where we stayed was an elegant hotel, backed by a small artificial lake. The decoration itself is nothing special, but here is Beijing's Fourth Ring Road, where every inch of land is expensive, and it is next to the Old Summer Palace, so the style is instantly different.

However, Lu Zhou always felt that this place was more suitable for retirement than living here.

Looking at the potted plants and rockery in the center of the lake, listening to the gurgling water, I always feel that even time has slowed down unconsciously.

He personally brought Lu Zhou to the room, Ma Gaoyang said with a smile.

"How is it, Professor Lu, is the environment here satisfactory?"

Lu Zhou smiled and said politely: "Very satisfied, you are too polite."

Ma Gaoyang said with a smile: "What's the matter, you are the pillar of the motherland, you deserve this kind of treatment! If there is any inconvenience, you can directly tell the manager Zhang here, and he will tell me."

The lobby manager who had been following Ma Gaoyang in step all the time smiled.

"If you need anything, just ask me, Professor Lu, don't hesitate!"

Lu Zhou smiled embarrassedly: "Then I will trouble you."

Ordinary pillars may not enjoy such treatment, nor will they be received by the head of the Talent Work Bureau, but Lu Zhou is not an ordinary talent after all, but a talent who has recorded his first achievements in the white paper of the New Energy Development Strategy of the 135th Plan !

If there is no modified PDMS material and HCS-2 material, it is really not an easy task to realize the strategic plan of 350Wh/kg in 2020.

If we just talk about the Goldbach Conjecture and the Crawford Award, it may be a little bit reluctant to deserve such treatment in the 21st century when there is no shortage of national inflation.

But if you add a lithium-sulfur battery...

It can be said that no amount of preferential treatment is too much.

I had dinner at the hotel. Although the dishes on the table were not delicacies from mountains and seas, they were quite healthy and delicious with food and drink.

At the dinner table, Lu Zhou originally thought that Director Ma would talk to him about talent introduction. After all, this is his job.

What he didn't expect was that he didn't mention this at all, but just chatted with himself about his family's gossip, and chatted about his knowledge and interesting things in various countries. After the dinner was over, he said goodbye.

After dinner, Lu Zhou, who had nothing to do, took a walk by the artificial lake behind the hotel.

To be honest, life here is very comfortable.

Compared with here, Princeton is really like a monastery, where studying is like practicing.

In fact, although Director Ma didn't say anything when he left, Lu Zhou could still feel his desire to "stay" from the old man's meticulous care.

Whether it is due to the "business pressure" of the superiors or out of his own heart, this Director Ma has indeed given him a lot of goodwill in dealing with others.

However, now is not the time.

Compared with material enjoyment, he still hopes, or desires more, to see a higher and farther world.

It was getting late, and Lu Zhou, who was walking casually, finally took a look at the rockery in the middle of the lake, turned around and walked towards the room.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Lu Zhou packed his luggage and called home.

The phone rang three times and was quickly connected.

Lu Zhou: "Dad, what are you up to?"

Lao Lu: "Watching TV with your old lady. You have returned to China with this number?"

Lu Zhou has two phone numbers, one for domestic use and one for foreign use.

Seeing that Lu Zhou used a domestic phone card, Lu Bangguo immediately knew that his son had returned to China.

Lu Zhou: "Well, I'm in Shangjing now."

"Going to Beijing? Why did you go to Beijing?"

This time it was my mother's voice, and the two old people seemed to be on speakerphone.

Lu Zhou smiled and said, "I'm going to have a meeting here in Shangjing, and the time may be here. I'll go back to Jiangling at the end of January...You guys are all doing well."

Lao Lu smiled and said, "Well, how are you doing? Are you exercising every day?"

"I'm in good health. I run every night. By the way, Dad..."

"What's the matter?"

Lu Zhou hesitated for a moment, then continued: "How about...you can just retire, and I have earned a lot of money myself—"

"Don't come here," Lao Lu continued, interrupting his son without saying a word, "What are you doing after retirement? Farming? I know you're earning dollars outside, just live your own life well." I don't need you to worry about your father!"

Fang Mei also interjected at the side: "That's right, you don't have to worry about us. Although your father is still on the job, it's no different from retirement. Going to work and staying, I feel relieved. Save him the whole time." He was running around with his fishing rod on his shoulders, and no one would know if it fell into the river someday."

Hearing his wife bury him, Lao Lu suddenly became unhappy: "What is it? It's no different from retirement. The leader has said that I am retiring from the front line to the second line! Although I have a little leisure time at work, I still give full play to my post. Give opportunities to young people."

Fang Mei rolled her eyes: "Come on, which young man would like to come to your dilapidated factory and close it earlier to save money for the country. Since you were transferred from the technical department to the logistics department, you only go to work all day long to drink tea and crack sunflower seeds. , count how many pounds of fat you have gained on your body."

Although he didn't see the scene where his father and mother bickered with his own eyes, Lu Zhou was still able to imagine the scene in his brain, and a smile could not help but appear on the corner of his mouth.

Elderly people are in good health, better than anything else.

He was relieved to hear that they were so healthy.

After chatting a few more things about life with his parents, Lu Zhou hung up the phone.

Leaning on the bed that was soft enough to sink into, Lu Zhou yawned and was about to fall asleep.

However, at this moment, the screen of the mobile phone he held in his hand suddenly flickered, and a line of text popped up.

Xiao Ai: 【Master, what are parents? |ω)]

The moment Lu Zhou saw this line of words, he was slightly taken aback.

His first reaction was, is there even a need to ask?

However, soon, he realized that this question seemed not so easy to answer.

After considering his words for a while, Lu Zhou typed and replied.

【Parents are the ones who created you. 】

Xiaoai: 【Master, do I have parents? (.)】

Facing the text on the screen, Lu Zhou was silent for a while and sighed softly.

[Maybe... yes? 】

Xiao Ai: [What a perfunctory answer. (Grievance X3.jpg)]

By the way...

Is this artificial mental retardation finally awakening?

Lu Zhou recalled carefully, it seems that since Xiao Ai was born, it has never talked with him about such a deep topic.

Regarding whether AI has an ethical relationship, this is a very profound proposition, so that he, who has no research on social science, cannot think of a reasonable answer for the time being.

But compared to this, Lu Zhou is more concerned about another thing.

Somewhere in this universe, do Xiao Ai's parents really exist?

If one day, he meets Xiao Ai's parents, or the creator...

Lu Zhou couldn't imagine that scene, but he always felt that this day might not be so far away.

Just as he was thinking about this question, the phone screen flickered slightly.

It's still Xiao Ai's news.

[Master, there is new mail! ()】

The artificial mentally retarded recovered from depression faster than he imagined.

After seeing this message, Lu Zhou slid his finger down the screen and logged into the mailbox.

The email was sent by his postdoc Connie.

A few months ago, Lu Zhou sent him to MIT as a visiting scholar to cooperate with Professor Herero to study the topic of "Superconducting Properties of Carbon Nanomaterials".

It's been so long now, I don't know what's going on.

Click on the email and look at the text.

Then……

Lu Zhou was stunned.

In the text, there is only a short line of words, but three punctuation points are used.

【We succeeded! ! ! 】