20 years of restarting life

Chapter 3553 The Question Zhao Chang'an Didn't Ask

"Let's wash together."

Tang Shuang had just taken a break when her mother, Qi Xiu, privately told her that she couldn't go back to the company tonight and had to stay at home. Zhao Chang'an also didn't need to go back; he could stay in the guest room at home.

She felt incredibly resentful, but there was nothing she could do. She decided to go to bed early to get some rest so that she and Zhao Chang'an could get up early the next morning and go check out a house in a nearby neighborhood.

That neighborhood is just across the street from my home, so it doesn't take long. Although I can't have as much fun as I want, I can still squeeze out about an hour to spend together.

In fact, Tang Shuang harbored some resentment towards her mother. Knowing that she and Zhao Chang'an had already done things, why did she have to put her down like this? If she didn't date, they would probably get anxious again in three or four years.

The reason they had to shower together was because she was angry with Qi Xuan. Not only did he call her by her nickname "Watermelon Frost" in front of her lover, but she also knew that if Qi Xuan didn't come over tonight, she could sneak downstairs into the guest room in the middle of the night and have sex with Zhao Chang'an.

So she wanted to relentlessly mock and belittle her cousin's tomboyishness while she was showering, and most importantly, make her so angry that she would go back to her company dormitory to sleep.

It's not even 10 o'clock yet, and it won't take long to take a taxi back to the company, so why does she insist on sharing a bed with me?

"Let's go together!"

Qi Xuan'er looked at Tang Shuang provocatively. She knew that her cousin wanted to show off her figure in front of her again, but what she didn't know was that she had grown up in the past two years!

However, I usually wear seamless underwear and loose-fitting clothes on top.

When I take off my clothes later, I'll definitely give her a big shock.

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Seeing the two women go upstairs, Qi Xiu couldn't help but yawn and said to Zhao Chang'an, "You two shouldn't talk too late. Chang'an will be sleeping in the guest room tonight; the blankets are already made up."

Zhao Chang'an actually wanted to say that he would go back to the company to sleep. Of course, he wouldn't go back, nor would he go to the well-furnished apartment in the nearby community.

Instead, he checked into a nearby hotel and sent Tang Shuang a text message, telling her to come out early the next morning.

However, knowing Qi Xiu's personality, Zhao Chang'an could only nod and say, "Okay."

Tang Wenxuan watched his wife go upstairs. Zhao Chang'an followed his gaze and saw Qi Xiu, who was wearing a moon-white cheongsam. Her figure seemed to be made for the cheongsam.

My mother-in-law is absolutely the best of the best. Even though she's in her early forties, she looks like a stunning beauty in her early twenties, with a graceful and charming figure.

Qi Xiu's departure made Tang Wenxuan feel much more at ease. He knew that his wife didn't like him talking about these things with Zhao Chang'an because the conversation would sometimes change and she would ask Zhao Chang'an to invest money.

Although Tang Wenxuan knew it was inappropriate, and this was not his original intention most of the time, the school needed money for too many things. Of course, the country would give a lot of funding every year, but there were even more places to spend money, which often left him overwhelmed.

The problem is that her future son-in-law is genuinely wealthy. Things that cause her immense financial distress are nothing to him; it's just a matter of a word. Like tonight's incident, which involves the field of intelligent robotics, encompassing the capture, sensing, recognition, and processing of visual, auditory, tactile, and even olfactory senses, flexible materials, bioelectrical signals, and mechanical control—

Initially, establishing a department could only begin with bionics of human anatomy, along with some basic technologies such as simple balance calculations. Then, it would be a gradual and in-depth process, taking many years and requiring a huge investment. It might even turn into a dedicated university.

Even with Tang Wenxuan's most optimistic estimate, achieving valuable profits would be decades away, and would require substantial and continuous investment, rather than simply buying some books and having students read them aloud once and considering it a sign of mastery.

However, the funding allocated above is not even enough for the current disciplines, so where would the money come from to develop this?

But we can't afford not to do it. If we don't do it now, and others gradually figure it out in the future, it will be too late to regret it later, just like in the current chip industry.

Tang Wenxuan always found it unbelievable that Chen Jin would announce major research and development progress in integrated circuit design every now and then, because those big foreign companies had spent so much time, gathered world-class professional research elites, and invested hundreds of billions of dollars to develop such things.

You single-handedly, with just an office, a few machines, and an investment of several hundred thousand, dare to say that you have roughly developed a chip that is no less advanced than those of large enterprises in just one year?
Before the Lunar New Year, he wanted to organize the professors of the school's microelectronics department to create a special column to be published in the school newspaper, to raise a rigorous and scientific questioning of this matter.

As a result, a professor told his wife about it, and Qi Xiu flew into a rage, saying that he was just being a sour grapes.

Tang Wenxuan replied that he knew he was not that kind of person. If he were, he would be very happy. There was no jealousy involved. As long as Professor Chen had a clear conscience, he could communicate openly with our professors.

"Why should they communicate with you? They might even suspect you're just jealous of their research and trying to steal it. You can say you don't care about reputation or honor, but you're dragging these professors into this dispute. They're scholars; have you considered the impact this will have on them?"

The matter ended inconclusively with Tang Wenxuan's regret.

"After the start of the semester, I plan to form a preparatory team and search the world for outstanding talents in this field to be specially recruited to the university. I know that the salaries and benefits of these people abroad are incomparable to those in China, but I still believe that there will be patriots who do not care about these material conditions and are willing to give up high salaries abroad to return to China and help the country cultivate outstanding high-tech talents. Not to mention distant examples, aren't Su Bo and Nan Li such talents?"

Tang Wenxuan got into the conversation and said to Zhao Chang'an with a mix of joy and nostalgia, "Just like me back then."

Zhao Chang'an knew that Tang Wenxuan had a close female friend in Los Angeles, and that the friend was still single and unmarried, and had adopted a girl. Over the years, the friend had been the one who paid respects at Tang Wenxuan's parents' graves.

Zhao Chang'an actually wanted to ask Tang Wenxuan, who, of course, knew that Tang had never regretted his decision to return to China back then. He just wanted to ask if Tang had any regrets.

But thinking about it, it's best not to spoil the New Year's atmosphere.

The two chatted casually for another half hour until Tang Wenxuan's phone rang.

He glanced at it, but didn't answer the phone, which rang a few times before stopping.

Tang Wenxuan smiled and said to Zhao Chang'an, "It's getting late, you should wash up and go to bed early."

Zhao Chang'an knew it was Qi Xiu calling, urging her husband to go to sleep.