Interstellar first money-making tool

At the end of the seventh year of entering the military academy, Zhong Ji's attendance rate was extremely high. When the report card was released, was he the first class skipper for an unprecedented time? ? ?

Zhong Ji stared at the name directly below him for a while.

"Xin Chen, you are ranked second in your grade, and your comprehensive score is 2 points lower than mine?"

How can this be?

When checking the grades, Zhong Ji was taking a nap in the office, and Xin Chen was on the sofa to his left, typing on the keyboard, not knowing what he was busy with.

Zhong Ji felt that the volume he made when he was surprised just now was not low, but Xin Chen sat there steadily without raising his head.

Abnormal, quite abnormal!

Zhong Ji leaned on the office chair, dragged his chin with one hand, and stared at Xin Chen's face for a long time.

Xin Chen remained unmoved, as if his super sense had dropped from S-level to C-level, and he didn't know whether it was because he was slow or on purpose.

"Xin Chen, I am number one in the overall ranking." Zhong Ji maximized the report card page on the electronic screen projected by the communicator. After Xin Chen had to look up, he pointed to the results of the two people at the top. "You second?"

Xin Chen didn't even show any signs of guilt, he just smiled: "What's so strange about this?"

The corner of Zhong Ji's mouth twitched, this guy...

"Of course it's not my grades that are strange, but yours." Zhong Ji was just busy with work, not ignorant of school affairs. "Is there too little difference between your comprehensive score and No.3?"

Moreover, every subject is so high by three or two points, even if Xin Chen said it was an accident, Zhong Ji would not believe it.

"Because of the title award, many people expected too much from me. I just picked an innocuous opportunity to let them cool down their boring passion."

The way Xin Chen lied to Zhong Ji with his eyes open made Zhong Ji want to laugh.

"Well, I accept this excuse." Zhong Ji smiled lowly, "It's just Lao Zhuang, I don't know if you can get away with this kind of rhetoric."

Seeing that Zhong Ji didn't mind, Xin Chen also laughed: "Mr. Zhuang has already interviewed me, and just threw me a new assignment, so I can make up for it."

"..." So he was busy with this.

"What about you?" Xin Chen asked, "How is the progress of the power group?"

Xin Chen's reaction was very unusual.

Zhong Ji couldn't tell what was strange about it, but he felt that Xin Chen was not someone who would take the initiative to ask about his work progress.

"Bai Qianjun will solve everything."

This point, Xin Chen will not be unclear.

Xin Chen asked again: "Where is the interior group?"

"I had a quarrel with several team leaders, and most of the finalized designers are the choices of Xie Pu and me." Recalling that scene, Zhong Ji couldn't help chuckling, "Shi Xing draws materials slowly, the fastest Also at the end of the year."

Xin Chen nodded, and said again: "...Is there any problem with Wen Zhenghe?"

"Don't look at him on the surface, the marketing team stays up no less than the interior team." As if he had figured out what Xin Chen was going to ask, Zhong Ji took the lead, "I've already given the exterior team The specific opinion was still in front of you, so Torrance revised the sketch in a targeted manner, you...haven't forgotten, have you?"

Xin Chen looked at Zhong Ji's slightly nervous face, and said with a smile, "I haven't forgotten."

"then you……"

"Just wanted to confirm the progress."

Seeing that Xin Chen didn't look like he was lying, Zhong Ji heaved a sigh of relief.

Xin Chen's voice was a little low: "You can only study in the first half of the year."

"Yeah, that's why I don't even have to do the graduation task, and I won't think about graduating in the past five years." Zhong Ji was surprised for a moment, but the person who said this was Xin Chen, and it seemed Nothing to be surprised about.

It was not the first day for Xin Chen to intervene in Plan F. The progress time of each progress in the plan was calculable in his and Zhong Ji's hearts.

He closed the computer screen and pressed the shape change button. After a few seconds, the computer changed back to the form of a wristwatch communicator.

"Now that I know that you can't graduate, let alone meet Teacher Zhuang's expectations," Xin Chen said with a very serious expression, "then I will respond to him with twice the expectations."

Smart people don't need to talk about everything.

And the two smart people who grew up together and know the basics only need to mention the first half to complement each other's unspoken ending.

Zhong Ji knew that the second half of Xin Chen's sentence was - in this way, Zhuang Yan would show mercy to Zhong Ji who failed to graduate on time.

"...It's almost fine."

He didn't know what plan Xin Chen made to sacrifice himself in order to cooperate with him.

The words he said with such a solemn appearance made him so relieved that he was a little scared.

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"The research and design center has developed a new coating, which is based on mica iron oxide and added a new type of synthetic material. The preliminary test results are good. If we follow up the deployment of the ratio, it is estimated that the minimum resistance can be 1.5 times higher. Corruption."

Before Zhong Ji set sail with the interior team, Torrance gave suggestions for improving the paint when he observed the "finalized" clay model of the exterior team in the conference hall on the top floor.

Just giving advice, that's all.

No one expected that Master Zhong, who seemed to be casually nodding his head to deal with the matter, could still remember the research and development of this new material after completing the interior material collection and explaining the next work of each project team.

And it has been very effective.

Torrance swept away his dissatisfaction with the drastic changes to the exterior shape, and couldn't contain his excitement: "Mr. Zhong, you mean that the first batch of starships we put into mass production will be able to use this kind of paint?"

The data report submitted by Zhong Jihe Research and Design Center: "Of course, even if your modeling team finalizes the draft today, the paint on it is [-]% higher than the corrosion resistance of the luxury starships circulating on the market."

Zhong Ji's proud smile, as always, softened a little when it touched Xin Shen who was beside him taking minutes of the meeting.

Torrance understands how difficult it is for Chung to allocate R&D expenses at this moment.

Not long ago, the high-level executives repeatedly considered the additional advertising expenses for the compact starship, which was Zhong's last investment in advertising for ordinary starships before the completion of Project F.

It's not that he doesn't want his own starship to have more opportunities to show up, but that he really can't spend that spare money.

"You don't need to be under pressure. The old man gave a blank check, and the Zhong family can afford it." Zhong Ji glanced at several team leaders and understood that Torrance, even Wen Zhenghe and Xie Pu were worried. wearing something.

He said in relief: "I think you all understand that our goal is not as simple as entering the luxury starship market, but to dominate the luxury starship market with a starship that surpasses everything."

The goal is very clear, and it has been laid out and discussed many times.

Many core members of the project team have changed from being aimless and reckless to now having clear goals and even seeing signs of victory.

"Beyond Interstellar" and "No. [-] luxury starship" also gradually changed from blurry phantoms to clearer outlines.

After the meeting, the core members returned to work in twos and threes and continued to work overtime.

Zhong Ji's temporary office is next to Wen Zhenghe's marketing team office area, both on the fifth floor from the top floor.

Just as Wen Zhenghe was about to enter the office, he was stopped by Zhong Ji: "Tomorrow's morning meeting at home, I have to discuss it with you first."

Tomorrow is another Monday morning meeting of the Zhong clan.

Wen Zhenghe glanced at the clock, and Xin Shen who was holding a stack of documents behind him with a calm face.

"Are you going to perform with Master Zhong again?" Wen Zhenghe asked quite firmly.

"Well, I already have an idea about the brand name of Project F."

The door of the project director's office of Project F was closed for three hours before opening again.

Wen Zhenghe returned to his office with heavy steps, and the energetic appearance of the two young masters appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Is he really old, obviously working overtime together, I am a little tired as an audience, how did that young master keep chattering for three hours?