Chapter 406: Wei Ke's Tangle

On January 7th, Nan Ming had an exam again. It was rare to get up early in the morning, planning to go to the office to review with Su Hongyi and Han Dong. During the two-day exam season, many students in the class who can't occupy the study room often come to the conference room here in Nanming. The air conditioner is comfortable, snacks are available 24 hours a day, and there are dedicated service staff. Don't mention how happy they are.

Yesterday afternoon, under Ma Liang's begging, Nanming finally authorized the hospital and research institute to treat Wang Xi. In any case, Wang Xi's leg was broken by him in the process of chasing Qi Da. In fact, Ma Liang suffered it on behalf of others.

Moreover, Nan Ming also sees clearly that Ma Liang is helping Wang Xi at this moment because he is under the control of Wang Xi. Nan Ming's doing so is tantamount to helping Ma Liang out of his trap and turning an enemy into a friend. Ming has always liked it.

Ma Liang was very grateful to Nan Ming, but seeing Wang Xi's little grateful eyes when he left, Nan Ming knew that this guy must still hold a grudge.

But Nan Ming didn't bother to care about these things. After a lot of tossing, he could finally return to his daily life, so he didn't bother to worry about those intrigues. A Wang Xi didn't have to worry about him.

Otherwise, did Su Wenjie, a professional manager, get his money for nothing?

The fewer people like Zida who need his old man to do it himself, the better.

As soon as the car arrived at the entrance of the research institute, he saw seven or eight people standing in the nearby greenhouse. Seeing Nan Ming approaching, one of them even waved to Nan Ming.

Nan Ming got off the car, got into the greenhouse, and asked doubtfully, "Uncle, what are you doing here?"

Mr. Jiang blushed and said with a smile, "Of course it's morning exercise!"

The old men Jiang and Peng were both wearing silk shirts. Obviously, they had just finished Taijiquan, and their foreheads were a little sweaty. The humidity in the greenhouse was high and the temperature was also high. I'm afraid it wasn't more than 20 degrees. Some of them were young and had thin spring clothes. Feel.

Nan Ming was speechless for a while, and said: "It's not full light yet, after a night of anaerobic breathing, the air is still full of carbon dioxide, right? Do you do morning exercises here?"

"As long as you understand?" Mr. Peng rolled his eyes at him, "Halogen lamps are used to supplement the light in the greenhouse, and it will be lit at four o'clock, and the air is just right now."

He took a breath of air as he spoke, quite intoxicated.

Mr. Peng is not an ordinary Chinese medicine doctor. He is a leader in modern Chinese medicine. His scientific literacy is much higher than that of Nan Ming.

Nan Ming also took a breath of air, it was really fresh and refreshing. Compared with the air filtered by the central fresh air system in the research institute, it has a different taste, much fresher and more natural.

Like most other inland cities in China, Qingyang also faces serious smog problems. In winter, especially after central heating starts, the smog continues to explode.

At this moment, the air outside the gate is choking, and the whole winter is basically foggy, and the blue sky cannot be seen.

In this greenhouse, there are many kinds of plants, and it is basically closed, and the internal air is monitored at any time. At this time in the morning, the proportion of various components in the air is just right, fresh and rich, which is the most suitable time for morning exercises.

There is a small area in the greenhouse where nothing is planted, where some equipment and instruments are placed on weekdays, but now it has been cleaned up and used as a morning exercise square. Nan Ming can't help feeling that these people really know how to find a place, and this kind of geomantic treasure can also be found.

But just now Nan Ming glanced outside and saw that there were not only Mr. Peng and a few people inside. He turned his head and saw that Zhao's father and Zhao mother were squatting in the corner, resting a few seedlings. Seeing Nan Ming looking over, he said cheerfully: "We asked Mr. Jiang for a small piece of land to grow and eat. Don't underestimate these few peppers. Pick a few a day, which is enough for cooking. There is also a basket of lettuce over there. Wang."

Then Dad Zhao introduced to Nan Ming the various vegetables next to him. Nan Ming, who sounded more like a carnivorous creature, only felt that there were seven or eight hundred rabbits gnawing on the leaves of the vegetables in his head, screaming that he couldn't bear it.

Zhao's father and Zhao's mother were born as farmers, and they like to grow something, but Nan Ming doesn't know how these two got on line with Jiang Ming.

Nan Ming walked a few more steps, and with a call, a person came out from behind the tomato in front, pointed at Nan Ming and said, "Be careful under your feet!"

Nan Ming was startled, backed up, staggered, and almost sat down on the ground, the man stretched out a hand, grabbed him, and said: "They told you to be careful!"

Nan Ming took a closer look and found that this person was Jiang Ming, and there were two people who stood up behind him, if it wasn't the father and son Wang Wanqiang and Wang Shihao, who was it? Jiang Ming was very satisfied with Wang Shihao, nodded and said: "Xiaohao is good, he can bear his temper, why don't you come and learn agriculture from me... Unlike some young people who are yelling in a hurry, come here and get rid of it. Half of the plants were trampled."

Nan Ming rolled his eyes, are you pointing at the monk and scolding the bald donkey? Is there anyone like you?

Wang Shihao rubbed his head, laughed and didn't know what to say, so he squatted down again and gently turned the soil.

Jiang Ming's greenhouse near the road imitates the way ordinary farmers grow plants. The plants are not isolated, and the traditional soil cultivation is used. The research is on some traditional crops that can be grown on a large scale. Research is not like some new crops. It is a profession that must endure loneliness. An impatient person like Nan Ming will definitely not be able to do it.

Mr. Jiang also paced over, nodded repeatedly and said, "This food has to be grown in the soil to be delicious, so what kind of soilless cultivation, it always feels like something is missing, and the food it makes is not delicious... …Xiao Ming, how about the tomatoes and eggs last night? That’s where the tomatoes were picked.”

Nan Ming salivated when he recalled the tomato and eggs last night. As Nan Ming's taste became more and more delicious, there were fewer and fewer things that could make Nan Ming eat happily. Pluto banquet is too cumbersome to eat, Nan Ming doesn't want to reflect on his life every day.

So for Nan Ming, the speed of energy increase has not accelerated now, but as more and more places need energy, it becomes more and more precious and harder to obtain, while the tomatoes and eggs last night were very few. A very happy dish for Nan Ming to eat.

"At noon today, I'll pick two tomatoes, cut them up with a knife, sprinkle a little sugar on them, and make you a side dish of tomatoes mixed with sugar." Mr. Jiang said.

Even Nan Ming, who is a carnivore, felt a little too much. He covered his cheeks, feeling his cheeks were sour, and the saliva was about to flow from the corners of his mouth. He wished he could eat it now.

Seeing Nan Ming's happy face, Old Man Jiang nodded repeatedly. Even if it was for Nan Ming's happiness, the previous round of investing in Jiang Ming would not be a loss. As for Jiang Ming, he has already received two rounds of investment from Liu Minzhong and Old Man Jiang. There was no sign of being soft-spoken at all, pointing to Nan Ming and saying, "Don't be so happy, you kid. When will you fulfill what you promised me?"

"What?" Nan Ming had just recovered from the sweet and sour tomato in his fantasy, and didn't know what Jiang Ming was talking about.

"Promise to my greenhouse." Jiang Ming said, "Do you still want to eat strawberries?"

"Oh oh oh!" Nan Ming recalled it now, and quickly said: "I'm going to urge Wei Ke to let this kid design a greenhouse. Where did he go?"

When Nan Ming arrived at the research institute, he pulled a security guard and asked, "Where's Wei Ke?"

There are only a few important people in the research institute, and the security guards know all about them. Hearing this, he said, "Mr. Wei has been in his office all the time."

In fact, the security personnel of Lanshen Security are not limited to security guards, they are more involved in the operation of the entire research institute. As an assistant in the room, or pick up the keyboard to learn various programming knowledge and security skills.

Instead, patrolling and standing guard is more like a rotation outside of daily work.

Yang Ji methodically evaluated and reviewed everyone, and issued a card to those who found it useful, and drew them into the camp of "Lazy God employees". After a round of training in the Lazy God Gym and Lazy God Library, they became There are multi-skilled talents. The number of such people has changed from four at the beginning to eight later, and four more were developed just yesterday, making a total of twelve.

These people are extremely useful to Yang Ji, Zhao Gaofeng and others. Hard-working, high discipline, high obedience, easy to manage, and no complaints.

As for the most troublesome study problem, because of the power of Nan Ming, it is the least problem.

Even if it is an unresponsive stone, it can grind out a clever and exquisite heart for you.

This method of self-production and self-marketing is so easy to use that even Su Wenjie feels envious after seeing it. If they all do this, there is no need to recruit people anymore, right?

However, this method can only be used within Lanshen Security. The people in Lanshen Security are all soldiers. They have been tested and have a sense of confidentiality.

On the contrary, some people who joined later have not yet been fully exposed to Nanming's secrets. For example, Li Xiang and Wei Ke have not yet obtained the card of Nanming, but according to the current progress, it should be soon.

Wei Ke's office has just been tidied up, and it still smells like new furniture. As soon as Nanming entered the door, he saw Wei Ke squatting in the middle of the room with his head in his arms, gloomy as if possessed by an evil spirit, and a security guard standing there with a mournful face beside him, turning around in a hurry, almost crying from the look on his face.

This security guard Nan Ming knew Xiao Gao who had just joined his "lazy employee" camp.

"What's the matter?" Nan Ming said, "Wei Ke, don't bully Brother Xiao Gao."

"No...it's all my fault...I...I broke Mr. Wei's pen..." Xiao Gao said with a sad face.

Xiao Gao won the trust of Zhao Gaofeng, and because of this, he entered Zhao Gaofeng's training sequence, and just got the Lazy God employee card yesterday.

Because of the serious situation recently, Zhao Gaofeng assigned him to protect Wei Ke's safety, and at the same time learn from Wei Ke, a bit like a bodyguard and assistant.

The two are actually about the same age and get along very well.

But this morning, Xiao Gao accidentally broke Wei Ke's pen, and trouble came.

"What pen?" Nan Ming frowned and looked at the extremely gloomy Wei Ke, wondering, isn't it just a pen? Why are you crying like this...

"My pen..." Wei Ke wiped the corners of his eyes, "The pen I use for sketching, Hero 100..."

Wei Ke draws design drafts and loves to use pens. For him with a strong sense of space, perspective, lines, etc. are not a problem at all, and he doesn't even need to type the line draft.

Designing architecture is not only science and engineering, but also an art in the early stages of design, which requires more inspiration.

Artists, on the other hand, have all kinds of eccentricities, and are extremely demanding on the environment and various conditions. If there is a little less pen, ink, and paper, the feeling is completely different, and the inspiration will be blocked. For example, Wei Ke In other words, apart from the pen he is used to, he is too irritable to draw anything.

If you can't even draw the initial design, how will you proceed with the subsequent design?

After Wei Ke joined Lanshen Technology, like Li Xiang, he quickly integrated into the group.

We are all students of Cheongyang University, young people with the same experience and background, it is too easy to integrate into each other. The first group activity that Wei Ke participated in in the Lazy God Department was to design a brand new prototype machine based on Nan Ming's idea.

After this prototype is designed, it can subvert the existing architectural model, and designing a building that can perfectly utilize this new model is the first task Nan Ming entrusts to Wei Ke.

For Wei Ke, this is not only to show his ability to Nanming, but also the first attempt to enter a new field of architecture, how can he not pay attention to it? He was about to take a bath, burn incense, and meditate quietly. After a night of preparation, he suddenly burst into inspiration in the morning. He was just about to paint, but the pen broke.

Immediately, the previous feeling was gone, and the inspiration was completely lost.

This feeling of being stuck forcibly is the most painful. Countless people throughout history have been driven insane by this feeling. That's why some people say that there is often only a thin line between a genius and a lunatic, and that a genius who is too outstanding is sometimes a burden.

Nan Ming was silent for a while, then said: "Since it is broken, just buy another one. Brother Gao, go buy a dozen and bring it back, and it will be the company's account."

"I bought it, but it's useless." With a mournful face, Xiao Gao stretched out his hand and pointed to the table. There were various pens scattered on the table. Some of them had been dipped in ink, some had been scratched on the paper, and the poorest one was still stuck in a sketchbook. , almost penetrated the entire sketchbook, which shows Wei Ke's anger back then.

I don't know it's anger, it's just rage.

"You don't understand, those Hero 100s now are not as easy to use as they used to be. Mine was given to me by my dad when I was in elementary school. It has been with me for more than ten years. I grind out the nib bit by bit. Now it is easy to use. I'm not willing to use it..." Wei Ke was almost sobbing, a pen, for others, lost or broken, that's all.

But for him, it was completely different. The angle, line, and thickness of each stroke seem to be engraved in my heart, and it will be completely different if I change it.

Nan Ming sighed, took out the Parker 51 from his pocket, handed it over, and said, "Try my shot."

"It's different..." Wei Ke was still complaining about himself.

"Try it, do you think I'm willing to borrow it from you?" Nan Ming was speechless, "Besides, the Hero 100 is a copy of the Parker 51, maybe it will work?" (To be continued.)