After being reborn, the substitute turns into a green tea essence

Cen Luo always thought that he didn't recognize the bed, but he didn't sleep well during the dozens of nights in a foreign country. He and Gu Ziyang lived in a two-bedroom homestay, and the conditions were no worse than a hotel.

The soft and comfortable mattress wrapped him up every night, but it was not as safe as a domestic cot, and he had some weird dreams, even Song Mohan in his dreams.

Every time I wake up like a lifetime away, this dream last night is too fresh in my memory.

He was walking on the road and stepped into a trap full of flowers. He fell into the depths and kept falling. He wanted to ask for help. When he looked up, he saw a group of people standing around the trap, but no one reached out to pull him.

At this moment, a pair of hands suddenly stretched out from below to support him, but it was too dark, Cen Luo couldn't see the other person's face clearly for a while, only felt that these hands were very gentle and powerful.

As he dragged higher and higher, he got out of the trap, and his whole body regained its light. At this time, all the onlookers disappeared. When he turned back to hold the rescuer's hand, he saw the face of the rescuer clearly. It was Song Mohan.

He hesitated for a second, and because of this second, he didn't hold the opponent's hand in time.

So, he watched Song Mohan fall and finally disappear...

After waking up, he was covered in cold sweat and couldn't find peace for a moment. He sat hugging the pillow for a long time.

While eating breakfast, Cen Luo narrowed his sleepy drooping eyes and yawned.

"Little Luo, why did you go last night?" Gu Ziyang rubbed his loose hair and joked.

"I robbed the bank in the middle of the night, I was arrested in my dream, and I was just released in the morning." Cen Luo drank a cup of black coffee, rubbed his cheeks, and continued lazily, "The dream feels so real, how can it be broken ~ Brother Yang, every night It's all a weird dream!"

"Chunmeng?" Gu Ziyang jokingly raised his eyebrows.

Cen Luo rolled his eyes at him, and continued to yawn: "Brother Yang Zi, do you have a heart! I hate you so much, I'm already miserable, I dreamed that I fell into a ditch last night!"

"Is there no one to save you?"

Cen Luo wanted to tease casually, but he didn't expect that when this question came out, he was a little lost on the spot: "...No."

He didn't really want to remember the details behind, and then said: "In my dream, you are the master who made trouble~" After finishing speaking, Cen Luo felt very empty inside.

Gu Ziyang handed the bread coated with peanut butter to Cen Luo, and said, "Okay, I won't bother you anymore." The corner of Gou Gou's mouth continued, "Xiao Luo, dreaming of falling means that you can still grow taller, which is a good thing."

"That's right. According to scientific research, the height stops growing after the age of 25. I still have 5 years to grow. According to 2 centimeters a year, the total height should be over 2 meters. Then I can look down on our Teacher Gu~"

"..."

"Mr. Gu, what's the plan for today?"

"Let's rest today. After breakfast, you go to sleep and sleep in the cage. When I come back, I will call you and see where you are going in the afternoon?"

Yes, there is really nowhere to go.

During this period of time, Gu Ziyang and Cen Luo's trip to the United States was fully arranged. In addition to participating in the CES technology exhibition and visiting MIT University, they also traveled from the National Art Museum to the Wildlife Park, from the amusement park to the characteristic small streets, from the island cruise to the The ancient steam train, and visited the big wineries and chocolate factories in the suburbs.

"Brother Yangzi, are you going to leave me today? Brother Yangzi~" Cen Luo blinked his eyes aggrieved.

During this period of time, Gu Ziyang has also been asking himself, and Song Mohan's words "You don't like Cen Luo at all, you just want to find someone who is most similar to Cen Chen" always sounded in his mind.

Just last night, Gu Ziyang stopped being entangled. He was sure that he would never forget Cen Chen for the rest of his life, so just like what Song Mohan said, Cen Luo was undoubtedly Cen Chen's stand-in.

Gu Ziyang took a deep breath and pushed open Cen Luo's door.

Cen Luo frowned, but he was already asleep, but his sleeping posture was really bad, he looked like a small octopus hugging the pillow, he couldn't help laughing, and then tiptoely covered the quilt for someone, and the curtain ended on Cen Luo Emotions other than family...

"Brother ~ where are you going today?"

"To meet my advisor. On the day I accompanied you to visit MIT, I sent a message to my advisor, but he happened to be away. We made an appointment today, but I see you are very tired..."

Gu Ziyang was interrupted before he finished speaking, Cen Luo was completely sleepy, his eyes were twinkling, and said: "Dr. Edward! Brother, I'm full of energy! Take me with you~ can you? I haven't seen it yet. Where is the real body of the winner of the Delapur Prize? Brother, my good brother~ I’m sure, I won’t have nightmares after meeting Mr. Edward!”

"..."

Can this be connected?

"Okay, let's go after eating."

"Finish! Immediately!"

"..." Gu Ziyang watched as Cen Luo stuffed the whole piece of bread into his mouth, and then drank half a glass of milk at the same time. After only 2 seconds, his mouth was clean.

Surprised!

This is the standard cook!

Dr. Edward is amiable and amiable. Although he is American, he has half of Chinese blood and is also obsessed with Chinese culture. When Cen Luo communicated with him, he felt that Dr. Edward was more traditional than President Wang, and he had a strong sense of intellectuals of the older generation of Chinese. breath.

The time spent with the big guys is fast. In four or five hours, Cen Luo actually listened more to the conversation between Dr. Edward and Gu Ziyang, but he found that his mind was frozen. Dr. Edward talked about the latest convex optimization System, linear controller design, etc. are completely different from what he understands. Dr. Edward is well versed in Fermat's last theorem and Calabi's conjecture.

Cen Luo had only seen many knowledge points in mathematics or technology magazines before, so he didn't know much about them. After listening to Dr. Edward's eloquent talk, he realized that the original design idea can be done in this way?

When he left MIT, he vaguely saw a familiar figure, but Cen Luo's brain hadn't slowed down yet, and he didn't look back to make sure. When he returned to his residence in the afternoon, he hurriedly worked on the new plan of the "Yang" robot.

At night, he said to Gu Ziyang, "Brother, I don't want to go out these days, what should I do?"

"Okay, anyway, I'm going back to China in 3 days. We'll make up for the places we haven't been to next time."

"Brother, I'm sure, I'm going to MIT."

It is "want" not "want".After finishing the study, he returned to China to open a research studio.

It is best to input the most cutting-edge knowledge into his brain. After returning to China, he will optimize his thinking and output more new scientific research products that benefit mankind, and spread them from China to the world.

Perfect!Life is so meaningful!

On the other side, Song Mohan has already arrived at the airport and flew back to City A from the United States. He has four reasons for coming to the United States this time.

First. Accidents

Second. Visiting Grandpa

[-]. Sponsorship and investment

Fourth. Oddities...

Song Mohan splashed 20 billion US dollars on the two new buildings of MIT. Of course, the reward is not only the ownership of the building name.

The scientific research products of the MIT School of Engineering in the past five years, regardless of teachers and students, regardless of size, will be in the pocket of the Song Group.

If you are unlucky, none of the products won international awards during the period, and its hidden value is enough to exceed 20 billion US dollars. If there are award-winning products, then there will be an incalculable rate of return.

His initial thinking was just the opposite of Cen Luo's, output first and then input.

But putting aside personal feelings, the purpose is not quite similar to Cen Luo's.

Once this news is exposed, the Song Corporation can enhance its domestic and foreign status in the field of science and technology in the shortest possible time. From the perspective of future development, the Song Corporation can directly shake or even crush Yuanhang Technology.

At the same time, Song's flagship industry, hotels and catering, also began to enter the US market.

It's true that it's unstoppable, but it's also true that it's exhausting. Song Mohan these days is not only working, but also spending time with his grandfather.

The work intensity was several times higher than in China, so Mr. Song, who originally wanted to ask about the proposal, shut up. After all, as a man, career comes first.

On the contrary, it was Song Mohan who confessed to Song Chen the fact that the marriage proposal failed before leaving.

"Grandpa, I will fulfill my bet and clean the toilet for a year."

Song Chen had seen countless storms, but it was the first time that his grandson's eyes shone brightly when he announced a failure in such a tired state.

This...

Seeing that Song Chen didn't answer for a while, Song Mohan continued: "However, for the person I propose to, I will not give up in 1 year, 3 years, 5 years, 10 years, or even longer. Grandpa, I will not give up in the future." I will bet you again on the matter of love."

"Then I bet."

"Grandpa, what do you mean?"

"Bet my grandson will be able to see him after cleaning the toilet for a year. If I don't see him, I will clean the toilet for a year." Song Chen patted Song Mohan on the shoulder and said with a smile.

He finally knew where the light in his grandson's eyes came from. It came from a heart that treats love piously and becomes more courageous with frustration. It is different from his daughter. The daughter chose to use death to maintain her self-righteous love, while his grandson chose to persevere without saying goodbye. , while making yourself better.

The target is different, the daughter's man is simply scum, and the grandson's man must be extremely good.

Otherwise, how could it be possible for the grandson to change so much, like a real person.

Therefore, Song Chen looked forward to seeing that person more and more.

"Grandpa, don't inquire about him."

knock!It was seen through!

Song Chen laughed heartily, but there was nowhere to hide his embarrassment.

"Grandpa, I've never heard of the bet just now."

"It's the first time my little guy doesn't have self-confidence, but I'm really curious that there are such outstanding people in the world? Can't even let grandpa take a peek at him?"

"Grandpa, do you want to quietly go to work for me?"

"That's all." Song Chen only wanted to be an old salted fish since he was relieved to hand over the Song family to his grandson.

"Grandpa, it's not that I'm not lacking in confidence, but I just don't want to be overconfident. Alright, Grandpa, I'll go first. Take care, and I will come back to see you often in the future."

No need!The grandson is here, and he can't even drink sparkling champagne like Moet Chandon, let alone Martell and Remy Martin.

"Okay, little man, we will meet often." Song Chen sent Song Mohan away with a smile, not forgetting to wink at Secretary Zhao.

Secretary Zhao tacitly understood that this was something Mr. Song wanted him to do.

It's hard!

After getting on the plane, Song Mohan put on the blindfold and said to Secretary Zhao before going to bed, "I may develop business in Africa recently."

Secretary Zhao murmured inwardly, isn't the boss focusing on developed countries?Just entered the United States, how come you turn around and prepare to develop Africa?

The heart of the boss, the needle under the sea!

"Well, okay, what does the boss need me to do for you?"

"Yes. There is a lack of a supervisor for the African project, and I am going to transfer you there."

Secretary Zhao suddenly realized: "Boss, you are my boss! Don't worry about Mrs. Song, I will uphold two principles."

"Huh? Let's talk about it."

"First, never betray the boss; second, never offend Mrs. Song."

"Okay, then temporarily cancel the African plan." Song Mohan put on the blindfold and closed his eyes.

After the flag was set up, Secretary Zhao would rather die than live, but the next second he was about to turn off the phone, and only after receiving a message did he feel that the game was completely over.

"Boss! Madam Boss, he..."