Chapter 1793: Summer in Fool Village (VII)

Gotham University's high-energy physics laboratory is located on the west side of the school. It is the newest and largest high-energy physics research facility on the East Coast funded by the Luther Group. All experiments related to Gotham's weather are carried out here.

Although it is difficult to say whether using the angel halo to flatten all the dark clouds in Gotham is within the scope of high-energy physics, the experimental process does require the use of some high-energy physics equipment, so Lex spent most of his study career in Gotham in this laboratory.

There is a whole team studying Gotham's weather here. In addition to the more outstanding talented students in Gotham University, there are also some climatologists who are interested in Gotham's special climatic conditions, so they also joined the research team invested by Luther.

Needless to say, the experimental results, Gotham has basically completed artificial climate control, and the heavy rain last night was also the result of artificial rainfall. When he got up this morning, Lex hurriedly put on a short-sleeved shirt and beach pants, bought a cup of coffee from the vending machine, and rushed to the laboratory.

This has been his daily routine for the past few years. After all, the difficulty of the subject of making Gotham see the sun is about the same as being against the whole world. Even for a genius like Luthor, the academic pressure is very great. If you don't work hard from morning till night, you may not be able to produce such amazing results.

It rained all night last night, and the road was full of water. Lex stepped on a pair of slippers and walked through the tree-lined road on the side of the teaching building. He poured the last sip of coffee into his mouth, squeezed the bottle, and threw it into the trash can at the door of the laboratory. Lex pushed open the door of the laboratory building.

People along the way greeted him. Lex nodded sleepily. The indoor wind direction and humidity of Gotham were monitored until about four o'clock in the morning last night, and now it is six thirty in the morning. Lex is so sleepy that he can't tell the east, south, west, and north.

After entering the laboratory, he continued to look at the data and checked the email that Pamela had just sent on the computer next to him. That was the plant survival data she recorded.

After the sun came out in Gotham, Mayor Roy has been working on urban greening. As we all know, in addition to planting trees, urban greening also requires street shrubs, decorative flower beds, lawns and sculptures.

Now Lex and Pamela are actively communicating to finalize a sunshine duration suitable for Gotham plants. As for whether it is suitable for humans, Gotham people can survive under such harsh conditions anyway, so it doesn't matter if they get more or less sun.

Just as Lex continued to study the data, the door of the laboratory was knocked. Lex looked up and saw a bright smiling face. Clark, wearing black-framed glasses, walked in with a camera on one shoulder and a cup of iced coffee in one hand.

"Good morning, Lex, long time no see." Clark showed a standard eight-tooth smile.

Lex rolled his eyes slightly and said nothing. Clark didn't care about his indifference at all. He put down the two cups of coffee and stretched his neck to look at the data in Lex's hand.

After taking a look and finding that he couldn't understand it, Clark didn't express his opinion. He just took out two straws from his bag, removed the paper packaging and threw them into the trash can, then inserted the straws into two cups of coffee and pushed one of them towards Lex.

"No, I've had it." Lex said without looking up.

Clark didn't feel embarrassed. While drinking coffee, he looked up at the laboratory, looked at the lights above his head, and looked at the scenery outside the window. Finally, Lex couldn't stand it first. He put down the information, turned to look at Clark and said, "Do you have anything to do?"

Clark immediately laughed, put the bag he was holding in his other hand on the table, and said, "I really want to ask you for help with something."

Lex's eyes fell on the bag he put on the table. It was a laptop bag, which was gray in color and printed with a logo that Lex was very familiar with.

Sure enough, Clark took a Luthor laptop out of his computer bag and put it on the table, then said: "This is the latest laptop launched by the Luthor Group that I bought a month ago. It is very easy to use. I finally don't have to go to the public multimedia room of the newspaper to check photos and retouch pictures."

"The only problem is that I have a cat and a dog at home. When they were fighting, they pushed the laptop to the ground. Well, I know that ordinary pets can't push such a heavy object to the ground, but they are obviously unusual."

"Xiao Krypton swept the laptop to the ground with his tail. It felt very guilty because it knew how much I liked this computer. It spent all my savings..."

"Can you get to the point?"

"Can you help me fix it?"

Clark rubbed his hands and looked at Lex expectantly. Lex looked at the innocent look in his blue eyes, took a deep breath, suppressed his anger and said: "Clark Kent, don't you think it's wrong to ask the head of the Luthor Group to repair the Luthor Group's computer?! Send it to the place where you bought it for warranty!!!"

After yelling, Lex picked up the documents on the table and continued to read them. Clark scratched his head and said in confusion: "I didn't want to bother you at first, but after I found the shopping guide who sold me the computer, he said that I damaged it myself and it was not covered by the warranty."

"I took it to another computer store for repair. The repairman said that this computer was the latest model and they didn't have any replacement parts. If the machine was disassembled, the official warranty would not be valid, so they asked me to find the official."

"I called the warranty department of Luthor Group again, but they said I had to send the computer to the Electronic Repair Center in Gotham. They would check if it was indeed a product quality problem before they could repair it for me..."

Lex paused while flipping through the documents. He sighed and put down the documents in his hand and turned to look at the laptop.

Clark reached out and turned the laptop over. Now you can see the power of Xiao Krypton's tail. The back shell of the laptop was broken in half, and the circuits and components were exposed.

Seeing this situation, Lex could only stand up. He walked to the table, lifted up the laptop, looked around, and frowned, saying, "How could it be broken like this?"

"Well, my dog ​​is indeed a little special." Clark said embarrassedly, "I guess there will be no electronic products in the world that can withstand its tail. This is not the computer's fault, so I am asking you in a private capacity if you can help. If it can't be repaired, forget it..."

Lex frowned and glanced at him, as if he was dissatisfied with the word "can't be repaired" he used, but he still moved the laptop to the laboratory table next to him and began to check it.

Clark also explained on the side: "The salesman heard that it was my dog ​​that broke it, and he was a little bit unconvinced, but I really didn't lie to him. Xiao Krypton is very sad now, but it is a good dog, and I can't bear to criticize it..."

"Can you be quiet for a while?" Lex impatiently took the tool box and put it on the table with a "bang".

Clark stopped talking and sat opposite the laboratory table, supporting his cheek with one hand and drinking coffee with a coffee cup in the other hand.

After a while, he saw Lex's face becoming more and more solemn. Clark widened his eyes in disbelief and couldn't help asking: "Is it really that troublesome? Or should we..."

"Shut up!" Lex yelled at him again, but he stared at the computer without blinking, and said: "I remember that the design I drew at that time was not like this. There is a problem with the material of the shell, and the internal structure is also..."

Then Clark saw Lex brought a lot of equipment, connected the wires, plugged in the power, and disassembled the entire shell. He was busy for about half an hour before he stood in front of the laboratory table with a gloomy face, staring at the remains of the computer motionlessly.

The thing on the experimental table now can't really be called a computer, because it has been completely disassembled. Clark hesitated and was about to speak, but Lex said, "Don't talk, I'll give you a brand new one later."

"No, I just want to know, is there anything wrong with this computer?"

Lex raised his eyelids and glanced at Clark again. Seeing his sincere expression, he hesitated instead. He looked to the side, pursed his lips and asked reluctantly, "Do you think this computer is easy to use?"

"It's very easy to use. It's the best computer I've ever used." Clark nodded vigorously and said, "The user interface is simply great, and the boot pattern is also great. I like it very much, especially the animation with the earth pattern flashing. Did you design it? "

"That's not the point. I'm asking you about its performance."

"Then I don't know. I usually only use it to check emails and photos, and occasionally edit photos. It's very smooth to use and has never been stuck. It's much better than the big-headed computer in the multimedia classroom of our newspaper."

Lex rolled his eyes helplessly and said, "This is completely different from the design I drew at the beginning. The configuration has been greatly reduced. Your computer broke when it fell to the ground because the strength of the shell material is not up to standard."

"But aren't you the boss of Luthor Group?" Clark opened his mouth and said in surprise.

Lex was a little annoyed. He said, "Business matters are complicated. I don't have time to deal with the details, but I didn't expect them to fool me." After that, he turned and walked to the telephone station, dialed a number, and asked some questions about computer products. Then Clark heard Lex say angrily, "...Planned obsolescence principle? Is this why you make Luthor Group's products as crisp as soda crackers? And then with a lot of sales staff training and strict after-sales thresholds, you can come up with amazing sales in one quarter to fool me, a kid who knows nothing?!" "Just because Wayne Group's sales of products in the same period are less than half of ours, you think they can't go this way and we have no rivals?! Your short-sightedness is simply shocking to me!"

"They are lacking in software only because Bruce Wayne hasn't figured it out yet. He doesn't realize the importance of human-computer interaction. Once he makes improvements in this area, do you think that the hard electronic products that look like military weapons will be inferior to the soda crackers you made?"

"I don't want to talk to you anymore. Don't ask me questions like qualifications. The potted plants on the windowsill of my office are much smarter than you. You can get out now!"

Lex hung up the phone with a "click", which scared Clark. Looking at Lex's depressed expression, Clark put his hands on the table and said, "It's not surprising, right? No one can be comprehensive."

"These idiots who are doing nothing are the only legacy my father left me." Lex hammered the table and said, "Sooner or later I will let them..."

"Dinglingling!"

The phone rang suddenly. Lex turned his head and looked over. He walked towards the phone again, picked up the receiver and said to the other end, "Hello? Bruce?...Okay, I'll go over now..."

"Where are you going?" Clark asked as he looked at Lex who was packing up and wanted to leave.

"Rodriguez Manor."