Crossing through time 04, I blew up the American aircraft carrier.

Jingle Bell……

The phone rang, but no one answered.

After ringing three times, Dr. Booth picked up the phone impatiently.

"Hello! Who is this? Dean? What's up? Need to come to your office? I'm busy! What? To discuss the next round of R&D funding? Okay, I'll be right there!"

After hanging up the phone, Dr. Booth scurried out.

dong dong!

"Come in!"

"Dean, I'm here... Huh?"

Dr. Booth was taken aback when he saw Schwartz sitting on the sofa in the dean's office.

Even though he was a science major, he could smell the conspiracy.

"Boos, come here, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Schwarz from the Kingdom of David, he..." Dean Andrich began the introduction.

"We've already met once. If he still wants to monopolize our technology patents, then forget it. We want quadcopters to fly all over the world, and open source is a must," Dr. Booth said coldly.

"Boos, this is a rare opportunity," Andrich continued. "Mr. Schwarz, representing their David Aerospace Industries, is willing to fund your project with ten million US dollars. That should be enough to cover the remaining research and development costs, right?"

Booth countered, "And what about the requirements?"

"The technology is still ours, but who gets the license is up to them."

David, take a step back!

Originally, there was no intention to open source it at all, and it was completely monopolized by David Country. Now, David Country is in charge of reviewing it, and they refuse to authorize anything they deem a threat to them.

Schwartz stood by with a smile, full of confidence; this was definitely a solution that would satisfy both sides!

Booth shook his head: "No, when Mikrokopter was launched, it was announced that it would be open source. We can't go back on our word. Besides, why should David decide who can use it and who can't?"

"Because they fund the research and development. Booth, you know our vocational school doesn't have much funding..."

Two-thirds of universities in Germany are public and funded by the state, while the remaining third are private, but they receive various donations, so students don't have to spend a lot of money to attend.

As for vocational schools, they are almost all public, and the government provides them with funding, so there is no need to worry about expenses. However, the approval process is very complicated.

Dr. Booth's drone project is currently extremely expensive!

Now... this is clearly a great solution!

"Hmph, even if we die poor and starve, we'd never take the Davids' money! During the economic crisis, they'd rather pour milk into the river than give it to the poor! Their money isn't so easy to take!"

Dr. Booth's face darkened. "Dean, is there anything else? If not, I'll be heading back!"

"etc!"

Schwartz stood up.

"Dr. Booth, I urge you to carefully consider our suggestion. Why insist on making things unpleasant when a mutually beneficial collaboration is possible?"

"What kind of win-win cooperation? Cooperating with you Davidians means you win twice!"

Dr. Booth walked toward the door without looking back.

"Halt! Aren't you afraid of offending us, the people of David?"

At this moment, Dr. Booth really wanted to say, "Why didn't I kill you all back then?" Unfortunately, saying that in Germany was taboo.

"Klugscheißer! This is Germany! Not America! True Germans have never been afraid of anyone!"

He strode out.

What methods did the Davidians have?

Can they smear quadcopters because they control the global media? Can they bring down the Berlin Technical University because they control the global economy?

This is Germany!

The Davidians have become increasingly arrogant these past few years. Do they really think they're the sons of God? These clever shit-poop-eaters!

Dr. Booth shook his head. Why think about this? It's a waste of time!

I need to develop the automatic flight control program needed for quadcopters as soon as possible and open-source it to the world!

Money isn't a problem; I have some savings, and I can borrow some more from old friends...

Behind me, the roar of cars could be heard.

Dr. Booth paid no attention and continued walking and thinking.

The car is getting closer and closer...

"Danger!" Just then, a voice rang in his ears.

Then, a figure darted to his side and forcefully shoved him away!

Whoosh!

A BMW sped past Dr. Booth, narrowly missing his body!

Buzz, buzz!

The BMW accelerated without slowing down and sped away.

Dr. Booth's heart was pounding violently; if he hadn't been pushed, he would have been sent flying!

Wait, where is the person who helped me?

"Sir, sir!"

Dr. Booth searched everywhere, and then... right there in the grass ahead, he saw a trembling leg!

"Hello, sir, how are you? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

Dr. Booth helped the young man, who was dazed and confused from the fall, his face full of concern.

This is his savior!

"Hassan, Hassan, are you alright?"

Said also came over.

Qin Yuan stood up unsteadily: "It's okay, I'm fine."

Qin Yuan is definitely fine!

It wasn't him who pushed Dr. Booth aside; it was someone Qin Yuan had hired from a nearby construction site, and what's more, it was an Arab!

After the fall of the Berlin Wall, Berlin's gangs developed rapidly!

They don't want to always hide in the shadows, so they need to have some overt operations.

They had their eyes on the construction project, and every time they bid, they would offer ridiculously low prices!

A normal construction company would definitely lose money, but they're not afraid, since they're just using construction sites to launder money!

As for the Arabs...

Over the years, local wars in the Middle East have created a large number of refugees.

For example, people from places like Lituo and Yituo, after becoming refugees, would choose to flock to Europe!

In Germany, the number of Arab immigrants is as high as 200,000!

Since they didn't have any legitimate skills, they got together and did all sorts of gangster activities. Moreover, as they continued to grow and expand, they became comparable to the Italian Mafia.

Qin Yuan knew all this, so he went to the construction site to try his luck and found it quickly, and it turned out to be an Arab!

At the crucial moment, that guy pushed Dr. Booth aside, and with ropes tied around his body, his two companions pulled hard to drag him away!

Qin Yuan lay in the grass and pretended to be okay, and everything was fine!

At this moment, he looked at Dr. Booth: "Sir, just now... that car was coming straight at you. Did you offend someone?"

Swish!

Dr. Booth's face turned pale, and his body... trembled slightly.

He had just offended the man of David, and now the man of David was going to kill him!

These Davidians are truly ruthless!

"You'd better be careful. I... I have to take my leave to go see Dr. Booth."

"What do you want from me?"

Qin Yuan's eyes widened: "You're Dr. Booth? What a coincidence! I'm Hassan Yahya, a businessman from the Middle East. I heard you're dedicated to the cause of drones for all mankind, and I'm deeply moved. I'd like to do my part by donating $100,000 to support you..."

Although the amount of money is small, it's a timely help in a crisis!

"Thank you. Do you have a moment? Would you like to come to our lab? We..."

"No, your time must be very valuable. Please keep this check; we hope to meet again someday. Oh, and here's my business card. If you encounter any trouble, you can call my mobile phone."

Business cards and mobile phones were, of course, purchased in Lituo along with the suit.