Chapter 1794: Summer in Fool Village (Part 7)
Gotham University's High Energy Physics Laboratory is located on the west side of the school. It is the newest and largest high energy physics research facility on the East Coast funded by the Luther Group. All experiments related to Gotham's weather are conducted here.
Although it is difficult to say whether using the angel halo to clear all the dark clouds in Gotham is within the scope of high-energy physics, the experimental process does require the use of some high-energy physics equipment, so Lex spent most of his study life in Gotham. Spend time in this laboratory.
There is an entire team here that studies Gotham's weather. In addition to the more outstanding talented students at Gotham University, there are also some climatologists who are interested in Gotham's special climate conditions, so they have also joined the research team of Luther Investment.
Needless to say, the results of the experiment are that Gotham has basically completed artificial climate control. The heavy rain last night was also the result of artificial rainfall. When he got up this morning, Lex hurriedly put on short sleeves and beach shorts. I bought a cup of coffee from the vending machine and rushed to the laboratory.
This has been his daily life for the past few years. After all, the difficulty of making Gotham see the sun is about as difficult as making an enemy of the entire world. Even for a peerless genius like Luther, academic pressure is very high, and he cannot afford to study too early. It’s really not necessarily possible to produce such amazing results.
It rained all night last night and there was water on the road. Lex stepped on a pair of slippers and walked through the tree-lined road on the side of the teaching building. He poured the last sip of coffee into his mouth and squeezed the bottle. Throwing it out of the trash can at the entrance of the laboratory, Lex pushed open the small door of the laboratory building.
People along the way were greeting me. Lex nodded sleepily. Last night, I monitored the difference in wind direction and humidity in Gotham. It was as low as seven in the morning, and now it is 8:30 in the morning. Lex is still sleepy. There is no clear distinction between east, west and north.
Continue to look at the data before exiting the laboratory, and check the email just sent by Pamela on the computer next to you. This is the plant survival data you recorded.
Before the sun rose in Gotham, Mayor Roy had been carrying out urban greening work. As we all know, urban greening requires not only planting trees, but also street shrubs, decorative flower beds, lawns and sculptural plants.
Now Lex and Pamela are actively communicating to finalize a sunshine duration that is suitable for Gotham's plants. As for whether it is suitable for humans, Gotham people can survive in such difficult conditions anyway, so there is nothing wrong with less sunshine and more sunshine.
Seeing that situation, Lex could only stand up. I walked to the table, lifted up the laptop, looked around, frowned and said, "How could it be like that?"
"Rodwaigs Manor."
"It's very useless. It's the worst computer you've ever used." Clark nodded vigorously and said, "The user interface is simply great. You also hate the boot image, especially the earth image that flashes on the screen. The animation of light, was this designed by him?”
Before he finished yelling, Lex picked up the information under the table angrily and continued to read. Clark scratched his head and said without any doubts: "You went there to trouble him, but you found this and sold it to him." Before the shopping guide for your computer, I told you that you damaged it yourself and it was covered by the warranty.”
After a while, I saw Lex's face becoming more and more solemn. Clark's eyes narrowed in disbelief, and he couldn't help but ask: "Is it really that troublesome? What if..."
Then Clark saw Lex bringing a small pile of equipment, wiring, plugging in, and taking apart the entire inner shell. After working for about half an hour, he stood in the experiment with a gloomy expression. Behind the stage, he stared at the body of the computer without moving.
"The only problem is not that you have a cat and a dog at home. When they were fighting, they pushed the laptop to the ground. Well, you know that abnormal pets can push such heavy things to the ground. , but both of them are clearly anomalies.”
"Could he be able to tell the important point?"
After saying that, I turned around and walked to the phone desk. Before dialing a number, I asked some questions about computer products. Then Clark heard Lex say angrily: "...the principle of planned obsolescence? That's not Why did he make the Luther Group's products as crispy as soda crackers? And then coupled with a small amount of sales staff training and strict pre-sales thresholds, he was able to achieve astonishing sales within a quarter. You’re the big kid who knows everything!”
Lex rolled his eyes slightly and said nothing. Clark didn't care about my indifference at all. He put down two cups of coffee and stretched his neck to read the information Lex held on his watch.
Lex's eyes fell on the bag I put under the table. It was a laptop bag, gray in color, with a logo that was unfamiliar to Lex printed on the bottom.
"It's bad in the morning, Lex, but it will take a long time to see you." Clark showed a standard four-tooth smile.
Clark also explained on the side: "This salesman heard that your dog did it. I haven't clicked on it yet, but you really lied to me. Big Krypton is very sad now, but he is a bad dog, so you should give up." It has to be praised..."
The thing that appeared under the experimental table can indeed be called a computer, because I haven't been completely dismantled yet. Clark was about to open his mouth without any firmness, but Lex said: "Stop talking, you will send it to me later." Get a brand new one.”
Clark reached out and turned the laptop over, and the power of Da Krypton's tail could be seen from there. The laptop's front case was half broken, and the circuits and components were exposed.
"But is he the boss of Luthor Group?" Clark opened his mouth and said with some surprise.
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Lex was not very irritable. I said: "Business matters are very simple. You have time to take care of these details, but did you expect us to dare to fool you?"
Lex raised his eyelids and glanced at Clark again. Seeing my sincere expression, he was not so determined. I looked to the side, pursed my lips and asked reluctantly: "Does he think that computer is broken?"
"You want to talk less with him, don't ask you questions about qualifications, the potted plants under the windowsill of your office are less than his later, he can't leave!"
Lex frowned and glanced at me, as if he was dissatisfied with the word "repaired" I used, but I still moved the laptop to the laboratory table next to me and finished the inspection.
Just as Lex continued to study the data, there was a knock on the door of the laboratory. Lex looked up and saw a dim smile. Clark, wearing white-framed glasses, walked back with a camera on one shoulder and a cup of iced coffee in one hand.
The phone suddenly rang. Lex turned his head and looked over. He walked towards the phone again, picked up the receiver and said, "Hello? Bruce? ... You're going over now..."
"Just because Wayne Group's sales of products in the same period are half of yours, he thinks we are on the right path. Do you have any rivals?! His short-sightedness is simply shocking!"
Clark didn't feel embarrassed. I drank coffee while looking up at the laboratory, looking at the lights under my head and the scenery in the window. Finally, Lex was the first to suffer. I put the information on it, turned to look at Clark and said, "Is he okay?"
Lex rolled his eyes helplessly and said, "That's exactly the same as the design you drew at the beginning. The configuration was downgraded severely. His computer fell to the ground and it was fine. Later, it was because the material weakness of the inner shell met the standard."
Clark spoke, sitting opposite the laboratory table with one hand supporting his cheek and the other holding a coffee cup to drink coffee.
As expected, Clark took a Luther laptop out of the computer bag and put it under the table, then said: "That was the oldest laptop launched by Luther Group that you bought a month later. It was very difficult to use. You finally ran to the public media room of the newspaper to check photos and retouch pictures."
Lex paused while flipping through the information. I sighed and put the documents in my hand away, then turned to look at the laptop.
"This is the point. You asked him about performance."
"Where is he going?" Clark asked Lex who was packing up and wanted to leave.
"Shut up!" Lex yelled at me again, but I stared at the computer with my eyes blinking, and said: "You remember that the design you drew at that time was like that. The material of the shell was fine, and the internal structure was also..."
"Yes, you drank." Lex also raised his head and said.
Clark rubbed his hands and looked at Lex expectantly. Lex looked at the innocent look in my blue eyes, took a deep breath, suppressed his anger and said: "Clark Kent, he just thinks it's right to ask the head of Luthor Group to repair Luthor Group's computers?! Send it to the place where it was bought for warranty!!!"
"Ding-ling-ling!"
"We are not lacking in software, but because Bruce Wayne has now figured it out, I don't realize the importance of human-computer interaction, and once I make improvements in that area, does he think that this soft electronic product that looks like a military weapon will be better than the soda crackers he made next?"
"That group of idiots who are doing nothing are the only legacy your father left you." Lex hammered the table and said: "Sooner or later you will let us..."
I took a look and found that I understood it. Clark didn't express his opinion. I just took out two straws from the bag, took off the paper packaging below and threw it into the trash can, then inserted the straws into two cups of coffee, and pushed one of them towards Lex.
Clark immediately laughed, and put the bag he was holding in his other hand under the table, saying, "I really don't have anything I want to ask him for help."
"You took it to another computer store for repair. The repairman said that the computer was the oldest model, and we didn't have any replacement parts. If the machine was disassembled, the official warranty would be invalid, so we asked you to go to the official."
"Yes, you just want to know, is there anything wrong with the computer?"
"Can he help you fix it?"
"Big Krypton swept the laptop to the ground with its tail, and it felt very guilty because it I know you hate that computer, it cost you all your savings..."
"You called the warranty department of Luthor Group again, but we said you have to send the computer to the Electronic Repair Center in Gotham. We can only repair it for you after we check that it is indeed a product quality problem..."
"Well, your dog is really not good enough." Clark said with a rather malicious tone: "I guess there will be no electronic products in that world that can withstand its tail. It is also the computer's fault, so you asked him in a private capacity to see if he can help. If it can be repaired, forget it..."
"You know this. You only use it to check emails and photos, and often edit photos. It is very smooth to use and has never been stuck. It is less likely to break down than the small computer in the media classroom of your newspaper."
"Can he be quiet for a while?" Lex patiently took the toolbox and put it under the table with a "bang".
Lex hung up the phone with a "click", which scared Clark. Looking at Lex's depressed expression, Clark put his hands under the table and said, "It's strange, right? Someone can take care of everything."