Chapter 1557 If You Are Not Crazy, You Will Not Survive!

Chapter 1557 If you are not crazy, you will not survive!

"There's a power outage?!" Chris slapped her forehead: "Oh my God, I forgot that the electricity bill hasn't been paid yet! But what should I do now? Where can I find money to pay the electricity bill?"

Fang Yang said silently: "Tell me your account number..."

Chris opened her mouth. No matter how strong her self-esteem was, it could not compete with the cruel reality. Seeing an extra million dollars in her account, Chris paid the overdue electricity bill first and said softly: "Thank you!"

Fang Yang smiled slightly: "You're welcome. Anyway, I said before that I will sponsor you one million M dollars, but it's just a little earlier. Oh, I called, and the efficiency is quite fast."

I can't help but praise this. I just paid the electricity bill here, and the power supply was restored directly there. In China, there is absolutely no such speed.

Press the elevator button again, and this time the dive goes smoothly. Only then did Fang Yang notice that although the upper part was rather shabby, the lower part was still very rigorous.

The entire mine has been reinforced as a whole. According to his visual inspection, there is no problem in resisting at least an atomic bomb.

About twenty meters underground, the elevator stopped. Wait, there are these things,

Only then did Chris understand what Fang Yang meant by buying these things. She found a cart, put all the purchased items on the cart, passed through a fingerprint and iris double password door, and entered the interior of the mine.

From the moment he entered the mine, Fang Yang felt as if he had entered a world of metal and science fiction.

There are various parts and models with metallic luster everywhere around you. Many sci-fi elements that can only be seen on TV can be seen everywhere here!

On the workbench in the middle, there were three gray-haired old men busy there. On the table next to them, there were dry and hard bread on both sides, a glass of water, without any ingredients or supplementary food, which looked pitiful.

With red eyes, Chris walked up to the thinnest old man and said, "Father, I brought a friend here, and he is somewhat interested in our project."

"Oh?" Old John didn't even raise his head: "This experiment will take about fifteen minutes. Go aside and wait, don't disturb me."

"Father..." Chris was at her wits' end. Old John's attention was all on the metal parts in his hands and he ignored her at all.

Fang Yang really appreciated Old John's spirit and whispered to Chris: "This is called not being a crazy person and not being able to survive. Don't disturb him. You go get some food first. I think they are all a little hungry." .”

Chris had no choice but to nod: "Okay, then you can take a look around here. If you have any questions, my father will answer them later."

"Well, let's go." Fang Yang stayed alone and continued to watch Old John and the three of them working, while Chris pushed the cart into the kitchen behind to prepare dinner.

Fifteen minutes later, Old John carefully assembled the last part and then stopped with satisfaction:

"Phil, Lawn, if this accelerator passes the test, it will be faster than all current aircraft!"

Phil, who had curly hair, carefully looked at the model in front of him: "Old John, don't talk too much. It is just a concept product now, and its true performance can only be known after testing. What do you think? Lawn."

Lawn looked worried: "Rather than failure, what I care more about is that if we don't get funding, we won't even be able to continue the experiment."

Old John seemed confident: "It doesn't exist. I've already asked Chris to post a leaflet outside that bullshit business forum.

Since we are all the world's business elites, there will always be people who realize how much potential and development space our projects have. Are they all just rubes who don't know what they are doing? "

Fang Yang was a little uncomfortable listening to it. It seemed that this old John's emotional intelligence was really not very low. How could he talk like this? Did he ignore everything except his own research?

Only then did Old John notice Fang Yang next to him and was stunned for a moment: "Who are you? A new assistant? Why have I never seen you before?"

Fang Yang rubbed his nose: "Sorry, I'm Chris's friend. She brought me here from that bullshit business forum."

Old John looked Fang Yang up and down: "Oh? So you're just here to give money?"

Fang Yang felt a little uncomfortable: "I'm sorry, Chris invited me to come and take a look. I have personally sponsored one million. As for the others, I have no plans yet."

Old John was a little irritated. He picked up the dry bread on the workbench and took a bite. The crumbs scattered everywhere: "It's only one million. It's not even enough for a coating."

Fang Yang crossed his arms and said, "Mr. John, although this million is not enough for even one coating, I also know that without this million, you wouldn't even be able to use electricity or drink water!"

Just at this time, Chris came out pushing the dining cart. Seeing them arguing, she quickly came over to persuade them:

"Father, what are you doing? Mr. Fang is my friend. He has helped us a lot. Can't you just talk to me?"

Old John's eyes widened: "Am I not speaking properly? Besides money, what else are on these people's minds? Wine and women?"

Chris was extremely anxious: "Father! If you say that again, I won't care about you in the future! Don't you have no responsibility for the company's operation to this point?"

Fang Yang sighed: "At least I understand a little bit why no one invests in your project."

Old John shrugged his nose: "Huh? What smells so good? Is there a big dinner today? Phil, Lawn, come here quickly."

The three old guys surrounded the dining car in a snap and ate without any regard for their appearance. They showed no trace of the demeanor of scientific researchers. They were just like refugees who had stayed in Africa for three years.

But even between meals, the three of them were still arguing over the structural characteristics of the protective layer, which was quite cute.

Chris's eyes were red with anger, and she said apologetically to Fang Yang: "Mr. Fang, I'm sorry, that's just the way my father is. His words are inappropriate. Please don't mind."

Fang Yang smiled: "It doesn't matter, maybe it's because Mr. John and the others really put all their energy into their own research careers, so naturally they are a bit unsophisticated. This is also the style of a master."

In less than ten minutes, the three of them finished the dinner for five people prepared by Chris on the dining car and returned to the experimental area to work, completely ignoring other things.

Chris said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I'll make you another dinner."

Fang Yang waved his hand: "No, I'm not hungry. If you have time, I hope you can give me a general explanation of your creativity and specific ideas."

Chris said: "I have basically told you everything I know. The specific details will have to be explained by my father himself.

After all, I just graduated from school not long ago, and I don’t dare to talk nonsense about professional things, as it is easy to make mistakes. "

Fang Yang glanced at Old John, who was obsessed with research again: "Are you sure he has the time and patience to talk to me?"

Chrissy nodded repeatedly: "Yes! It must be possible! You sit down in the rest area for a while, and I'll call my father to come over and talk to you."

After taking Fang Yang to the rest area and making a pot of coffee, Chris hurried back to Old John and communicated in a low voice.