Black Technology Monopoly (The Black Tech Monopoly Corporation)

NO. One Hundred and Seventeen Headhunting Plan!

"Headhunting plan?" Yuehua walked behind Zhang Heng and asked curiously.

"Haizhou is home to 20% of the famous schools in China, with hundreds of professors with real talents and real learning, and the Haizhou Branch of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, with more than 60 academicians." Zhang Heng said silently.

"But those people are national treasures, how can we convince them to join us?" Yue Hua was shocked, and finally understood what the so-called headhunting plan was, and a flush of excitement flashed across her pretty face.

Whenever Zhang Heng makes some kind of plan, she is very happy, because it means there are fun things to do.

"You can use some necessary means, but it will not hurt these people." Zhang Hengdao, "I am going to start a few new projects, the first one is the 'nuclear fusion reactor' project, after all, I have the nuclear energy of the alien plane. Technology, as well as room temperature superconducting technology and laser technology, under such perfect conditions, it is not difficult to make a superconducting tokamak device, all I lack is the foundation."

"As long as you master controllable nuclear fusion, you don't have to worry about your energy. If you can maintain the third-level state 24 hours a day, it means that as long as we are in Haizhou, we are absolutely invincible!"

...

In the hot July, even the nights are full of heat.

Yan Ronghua drove his car into the villa complex, and as soon as he got out of the car, the high temperature outside the car enveloped him like a steamer, which made him frown.

However, thinking that the family was still waiting for his daughter, Yan Ronghua quickly tightened the birthday cake in his hand, got out of the car without the slightest hesitation, and walked towards the house.

Being able to afford a villa in Haizhou, even in the suburbs, can be considered to be outstanding, but the success of his career did not bring Yan Ronghua much happiness, but completely destroyed his family.

Throwing these thoughts out of his mind, Yan Ronghua was exhausted from work. After entering the door, he squeezed out a smile and said with the cake in his hand, "Jiajia, Dad is back! Guess what I bought for you?"

Only a middle-aged woman in her forties walked out of the gate. She bowed slightly to Yan Ronghua and said, "Mr. Yan, Jiajia is already asleep."

"Looks like I'm back late again." Yan Ronghua smiled bitterly, waved to the middle-aged woman, and then slowly got into his daughter's bedroom.

This is a room full of girlish atmosphere, pink walls, pink curtains, pink carpet, like the most beautiful color of adolescence, Yan Ronghua's eyes flashed a touch of melancholy, looking at the pink bed sheet sleeping quietly A girl whose eyes are full of distress and complexity.

At the age of 13, this is an age where youth is blooming, and it is like a pity for a flower. The softer body of the girl on the bed all interprets the beautiful atmosphere of youth.

However, seeing the sleeping girl, a shadow flashed in Yan Ronghua's eyes. He fondly stroked the sleeping girl's face. A tear couldn't help shedding. The stubble finally dripped onto the girl's tender cheeks.

"Dad..." The girl seemed to feel something and opened her eyes in confusion.

Yan Ronghua quickly wiped his eyes, squeezed out a smile, and said with a hearty smile, "I'm sorry, Jiajia, Dad woke you up."

"Dad, you didn't abide by the agreement, you promised to go home before 8 o'clock!" The girl said a little confused and a little puffed up.

"Yes, yes, Dad is wrong, next time Dad must correct it!" Yan Ronghua nodded seriously, "Do you want to continue to sleep? Or wait until you finish eating the cake?"

"It's ready tomorrow." The girl shook her head, and suddenly blushed again, "Dad, you call Aunt Wu in, I... I want to go to the toilet."

"Okay, Dad will call you now!" Yan Ronghua nodded quickly and left her daughter's room before the tears were left. Then he lit a cigarette with trembling hands outside the door and took a deep breath.

"Sister Wu, Jiajia needs to go to the toilet."

"coming!"

The middle-aged woman next door came out immediately, saw Yan Ronghua with red eyes, sighed secretly, and walked into the girl's room without saying anything.

Yan Ronghua leaned against the wall with a tired face, smoked a cigarette, and kept coaxing his daughter to fall asleep again, then slowly walked out of the room and slumped on the sofa in the living room with a confused look.

I don't know when, Yan Ronghua fell asleep...

"Chichichi..."

A gust of cold wind came, and in a daze, Yan Ronghua shivered and slowly opened his eyes.

I don't know when, the lights in the living room have been turned off, only the TV is on, but no signal is received. In the dark, it stubbornly emits a strange bluish-white light, and it keeps making chi chi sounds, which makes people very irritable.

In addition, the room was extraordinarily quiet, even a little strangely quiet.

For some reason, the air in the room turned out to be a bit gloomy and cold. Yan Ronghua picked up the air conditioner remote control from the coffee table, but found that the air conditioner was not turned on at all.

Just kidding, how could it be so gloomy and cold even in the dog days of summer, even at night above 30 degrees?

Yan Ronghua suddenly had an indescribable heart palpitation.

It seems that he is too tired.

Yan Ronghua laughed secretly, shook his head, turned off the TV that had no signal, then stood up and wanted to go to the bathroom to take a shower.

However, the moment he faced the bathroom, his footsteps suddenly stopped, and an indescribable chill quickly rose from the tailbone, continued to climb along the spine, and finally penetrated into the scalp, and the entire scalp seemed to be about to explode!

The moment he stood up, he saw out of the corner of his eye that the door of his daughter and the nanny Wu was actually open!

You know, after all, she is a woman, her daughter's door can't be kept open even if she falls asleep, and her nanny, Aunt Wu, will not sleep with the bedroom door open in the middle of the night, not to mention, his direction at this time can be When I saw the bed in Aunt Wu's room - the moonlight through the window, there was no one on the bed at all!

As if not believing, Yan Ronghua fiercely looked towards his daughter's door, only to see that her daughter's door was slowly closing! Not only that, the wooden door is still making the creaking sound of the old wooden door opening and closing, the sound is long and far-reaching, echoing in the dark night, but it seems so strange and inexplicable!

"Boom."

With a slight crash, the door to the daughter's room was completely closed.

"Jiajia?" Yan Ronghua asked tentatively, but there was still no response. Up to this point, he was still a little unsure. Perhaps, Aunt Wu took Jia Jia to the toilet? But when he looked at the bathroom, he saw that the door of the bathroom was also open, empty, like a demon with an open mouth.

The sole inference was also overturned.

A flash of panic flashed in Yan Ronghua's eyes. Logically, he should have run into his daughter's room in a hurry to find out, but the constant premonition of danger in his mind kept reminding him: he must not go to his daughter's room, otherwise he must will die!

In the midst of this silent torment, Yan Ronghua's sense of responsibility for his daughter's safety finally suppressed the fear in his heart.

"Bang!"

The door opened in response, but there was no one in the room, even the windows were locked.

Yan Ronghua finally breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately became even more anxious. He hurried back to the living room, wanting to pick up the phone to call the police, but the moment he walked back to the coffee table, he suddenly stomped on his feet, sweat beading big. Falling down!

I don't know when, the TV that I had just turned off turned on again...

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