The host, please be more restrained! The Strategic Propaganda Bureau can no longer make up stories

Li Yunfei is excitedly observing the meteorological data of Yuzhou, Qilu and Guanzhong.

Judging from the weather cloud map, Typhoon Gemei, which was originally hovering over Yuzhou, is now splitting into two small typhoons to the east and west.

Based on the analysis of rainfall information fed back by the meteorological bureaus in the three locations, the meteorological weapon experiment was a complete success.

You know, even if the rainfall is reduced from extremely heavy rain to heavy rain, it can significantly alleviate the local flood control pressure.

"Mr. Li, it's not easy. All my efforts over the years have not been in vain. I have completed the test you gave me." Fan Jian let out a long sigh and said with emotion.

When Li Yunfei heard this, he straightened his back and emphasized: "Old Fan, remember, I am a progressive entrepreneur, not a capitalist."

"I am not qualified to test you. Only the Party and the people are qualified to test you!"

The expression on Fan Jian's face immediately became serious, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Li Yunfei was less flattering and more respectful.

Mr. Li really has a big vision, no wonder he has been able to build so many businesses!
"Old Fan, I'm not just saying this for show. These are my true thoughts. To be honest, I am actually a - Party member!" When Li Yunfei said this, he pointed to the party emblem on his chest.

Fan Jian nodded, and his mind involuntarily recalled the scene of his first meeting with Li Yunfei.

He wanted to develop meteorological weapons at that time, but no one in the entire unit was optimistic about it. His superiors simply refused to approve the project and did not provide funding for research.

So, in anger, he resigned from his job and prepared to go abroad.

After Li Yunfei knew about this, he stopped Fan Jian. After all, talents cannot flow out. He casually invested several million and then forgot about it.

Over the years, Fan Jian has been leading a team to study the improvement of meteorological cloud map data and rainfall catalysts, and finally produced results a few months ago.

However, there was no suitable rocket or launch test opportunity, so Li Yunfei made a big plan and even used the latest achievements in controlled nuclear fusion as bait.

Fortunately, the leader took the bait, injected capital into the two projects, and gave them an official identity.

"Mr. Li, without you, there would be no meteorological weapons today. I would like to name our meteorological weapons after you, and the meteorological laws I discovered can also be named after you." Fan Jian said sincerely.

After hearing this, Li Yunfei shook his head and refused decisively.

He even said angrily: "Old Fan, I didn't expect that I was such a person in your eyes. I funded your research and development. Is it for fame?"

"Whoever deserves the scientific research results should be the winner. I, Li Yunfei, never do anything that deceives the world and steals credit. I find it disgusting."

"The gas phase law you discovered should be named after you. I think Fan Jian's law sounds pretty good!"

Fan Jian was stunned for a moment. He looked at Li Yunfei with complicated eyes and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

Li Yunfei patted him on the shoulder and said, "Old Fan, I'm not good at research, and you're not good at making money."

"Just do your research honestly and leave the rest to me. To me, you experts are much better than those with false reputations!"

After he finished speaking, he turned and left the rocket command vehicle.

When the back door of the car opened, the sunlight outside shone in and fell on Li Yunfei.

From Fan Jian's perspective, Li Yunfei seemed to blend into the sunlight, and his back seemed unusually tall.

He said with emotion: "Mr. Li, I just think my name doesn't sound good. Calling me Fan Jianluo always feels like cursing me."

"Your name sounds much better, Yunfei's Law. I know it has something to do with meteorological weapons."

When Li Yunfei heard this reason, the corner of his mouth twitched and he asked, "Lao Fan, since you think your name is not nice, why don't you change it?"

"My parents gave me this name. I've been calling it that for so many years. I'm used to it."

"That won't work either. It's called Fan Jian's Law. Even the Jade Emperor can't change it. That's what I said!"

Fan Jian listened to Li Yunfei's words, rubbed his eyes and smiled bitterly.

Li Yunfei jumped out of the car and closed the door. "Boss Li, I saw it all. Boss Fan's eyes were red and he was crying!" Deputy Director Xing said in a low voice from behind the Rocket Command Vehicle.

His current admiration for Li Yunfei is like a surging river, endless.

With just a few words, he was able to move a meteorological expert to tears.

There is no false reputation below a great name. Mr. Li has the status and fame he has today, and it turns out that he has quite a lot of skills!
Li Yunfei was startled by the sudden voice. He turned around and found that it was Xing Zhigang, then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the rocket car and rocket he used have been retired from service, it is inevitable that they will be targeted.

"Deputy Director Xing, you really scared me to death. Can you please speak a little louder next time?"

"Yes, Mr. Li!"

Li Yunfei looked at Xing Zhigang, who was still very methodical in his words and deeds, and shook his head helplessly.

People who have just retired from the army are not yet used to it, but they will be fine once they get used to it.

"Deputy Director Xing, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"Reporting to President Li, the rocket launch mission has been completed. Should we lead the team back now?"

Li Yunfei nodded. He was so focused on whether there were meteorological weapons that he forgot about the follow-up matters.

These 200 rocket launchers are extremely eye-catching even in the suburbs. In just a short while, there is already a group of people taking pictures around.

"Okay, Deputy Director Xing, I'll leave this matter to you. Organize the team and lead them back!"

"Yes! I promise to complete the task. By the way, Mr. Li, Secretary Zhao has something urgent to talk to you about. He said there is something going on in the live studio. Would you like to go over there?"

Li Yunfei frowned. Could it be that his high-profile live broadcast led to a leak and the official platform closed the live broadcast room?

No way! These are all military-to-civilian products, there’s no such thing as leaks!
As he hurried over to find Zhao Min, Xing Zhigang's voice came from behind him: "Everyone, clean up, organize the team, and gather back!"

"Yes!"

Li Yunfei sighed again and shook his head helplessly.

How can our team look like a private enterprise?

"Zhao Min, did you say any banned words and the platform shut down the live broadcast room?"

"Don't panic, I know the boss of the platform, it's just a matter of a phone call." Li Yunfei returned to the car and asked with a smile.

Zhao Min shook her head. It would be a good thing if the live broadcast room was really blocked.

Rules only apply to ordinary people. For capital, as long as they do not violate the law, most platforms will ignore their own rules and give the green light all the way.

Li Yunfei’s live broadcast room is on Douyin. Not only is it blocked, but not even a banned word prompt pops up.

Just like on the high-speed train, slippers are not allowed in second-class seats, but in business class, the flight attendants will take the initiative to bring slippers.

"What could happen in the live broadcast room? It's impossible for my fans to send barrages of comments to curse me, right?" Li Yunfei said with a smile.

Zhao Min was stunned for a moment, and asked in surprise: "Director, so you know everything?"

"No, which bastard bought some haters and came into our live broadcast room to smear me? He must be really bold!"

"Which of our products has conflicted with our competitors recently?" Li Yunfei asked unhappily.

He really didn't expect that there would be a black man in his live broadcast room. (End of this chapter)