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"Father, so far, a total of 103,216 resumes have been received. After basic screening, there are 15274 remaining. According to your father's order, merit selection. Only one hundred people per 10,000 people remain. After the second screening, the remaining number is 1,000 whole."

A1 said to Zhang Di.

"Well, a thousand people are not too many. These thousand people don't need to be admitted first. Maybe later people will knock them down. A1 is still up to you to take charge of this matter and continue to screen." Zhang Zhai nodded. For a large space program, this is not a lot of researchers.

"Okay, father," A1 replied in a fragile voice.

Seeing A1 agreeing, Zhang Zhai no longer spoke, nodded, stood up, and looked out from the window at the bustling capital city.

"Space program. Part one, Houyi monthly plan: first step, landing on the moon, second step, establishing a lunar base, third step ..."

Zhang Zhai looked at the rising sun and blew Jin Chanchan's sunshine to Beijing with a murmur in his mouth. The space program he discussed with several elders is also beginning to emerge.

But unfortunately, here is Zhang Zhai alone, no one else can know these.

"In the ancient times, Chang'e ran to the moon, and now Houyi goes to the sky. This is a pair. Let's build a home together on the moon and give birth to a baby, but not too much."

Zhang Zhai said to himself, could not help but laugh.

This style of naming really fits Zhang Zhai's personality.

"I'm the net worth on top of it, but don't let me down, otherwise I'll lose my house ..." After a long laugh, Zhang Zhai put away a smile and looked to the distance, the capital of Chaoyang.

...

Beijing, an electronic technology company.

"Hello! Are you submitting your resume?" A young man carefully probed out and asked the opposite person quietly.

The opposite, obviously an old churros, heard the young man's words, glanced at him, and answered without any concealment or low voice: "Nonsense, who doesn't vote? For such a good opportunity, who doesn't vote for who? Wow, don't you want to stay here for a lifetime. "

The young man here suddenly changed his face, panicked, and wanted to say something, but found it inappropriate, and only coughed twice to express his meaning.

"Ahem ... heh!"

"What cough, cough, what are you afraid of?"

"That ... the supervisor is behind you."

The young man's face was pale, thinking that after this calf was finished, Zhai Cheng couldn't go, and his work was messed up.

"Huh?" The old churros looked back and saw the supervisor standing behind him, looking at him coldly.

The air seemed to be quiet all of a sudden. The young man looked at the scene and couldn't help swallowing.

But the next picture was unexpected.

I saw the old churros glanced at the supervisor, "Lao Chen, did you submit your resume there too? I remember you learned automatic control, wouldn't you really want to be a supervisor here all your life?"

"Cough ..." I saw the supervisor's face turned into an instant, showing an awkward smile, coughing twice, and saying:

"Have you received notice of the primaries?"

"Yes," the old churros replied.

"What? Any notice?" The young man asked suddenly, and after three seconds he understood his sad result.

... So the supervisor and the old churros had a heated discussion, leaving only the young man moaning in pain.

...

Beijing, villa.

Zhang Zhai was awkward at this moment, because A1 was reporting another thing to him.

"Father, starting at thirty o'clock this morning, Professor Hu Runze broadcasted 25 calls to you, and Professor Yang made 16 calls to you. I tried to wake you up and called you 48 times, but failed." A1 stated the facts in a bland tone, but Zhang Zhai felt a little ridiculous. In a word:

Father, how can you sleep like a dead pig?

When in Zhaicheng, Zhang Zhai never did this and slept so dead, but at home at the moment, it may be too reassuring.

"What did the two of them call me? Did something go wrong with the experiment?" Zhang Zhai asked.

"According to their message, it should be a key part. The two professors had an argument, which led to the entire research team being divided into two factions. Now both parties are deciding to decide, regardless of each other, each research, but this may delay Many times, in 15 days, there is no way to complete the research, so they want you to ... go back and control the situation. "

A1's words made Zhang Zhai speechless.

Professor Hu Runze and Professor Yang, one old and one young, have very different ages, but they all have a common problem, hey! It's very embarrassing! A puppet that belongs to a scientist alone! On the key issue of your own research, unless you can convince him with facts, otherwise he can die, you must insist on his own point of view.

Accepting the opinions of others can indeed allow scientists to learn and progress quickly, but this kind of shame is also indispensable to achieve results.

Maybe they shouldn't be shouting. To be precise, they only believe the facts.

It is not clear whether this kind of encounter is good or bad, but it makes Zhang Zhai very speechless.

"It's a whole lot of age, can you be more mature like me?"

"Father, do you need to call back the two professors?"

"No, I'll go straight back to the base." Zhang Zhai shook his head.

...

Leaving the villa, followed three people naturally behind him, drove a red flag car, and went straight to the military area.

The military region transferred to a helicopter and came to a mountain nest. This is the research base.

Back in the exclusive laboratory, Zhang Zhai saw that it was clear that more than one hundred experts were clearly divided into two groups.

"Mr. Zhang, you are finally back!" Professor Yang was a little excited. "You have to be fair, Professor Hu has to follow his suit."

Professor Hu Runze also greeted him, glaring at Professor Yang with a dark face and saying, "Hum, I can make you blind? You are simply a waste of time."

The tit-for-tat was a headache for Zhang Zhai.

"Okay, show me your respective plans ~ www.readwn.com ~ Zhang Zhai prevents the two from continuing.

...

Ten minutes later, Zhang Zhai looked at the two men standing in front of him, and looked at the two pages of paper at hand.

The opinions of the two people are basically fine, and the solution is also fine. They are two different directions to solve the key tremor problem.

All roads lead to Rome, and there are often more than one right road.

"Both professors are right." Zhang Zhai said.

"Mr. Zhang, whoever said it would be done according to the plan." Professor Yang asked immediately.

"Well, it's impossible to use yours anyway, it's just nonsense, a waste of time, a waste of money, and the cost is so high, it is an academic approach!" Retorted Professor Hu.

"That's better than yours!" Professor Yang was not resigned.

Without saying a few words, they quarreled again.

"Bang!" Zhang Zhai's table shot, it was quiet for an instant.

"Neither professor's plan is okay, but neither can be used!"

"Why?" One old and one young asked in unison.

"With my plan, that's it!" Zhang Zhai pulled out a piece of paper, wrote the key data and key points, and gave them to Hu Runze.

"For your proposal, Mr. Zhang, I have reservations."

"me too."

"I'm sorry, I'm in charge of the entire research. I have the final say. With reservations, you can keep them." Zhang Zhai laughed and pressed on as the project leader.

There is no way, where does it take so much time to pull some of this out? This explanation, persuasion, I don't know how much time it will take.

It's not as good as it is now, and simply resolved.

...

Under Zhang Zhai's fast-cut chaos, the research team returned to normal, and the progress continued to complete.

Finally, the second experiment comes ...