Deep Space Planet Leader

One o'clock in the afternoon.

At the desk, Professor Wang Zhong, who is over eighty years old, is reading a red-headed document.

As the reading progress deepens, his mood little by little gets worse.

"Notice on the Cancellation of Special Aviation Tax"

"The special aviation construction tax will be officially cancelled on December 31, 2264. This announcement is hereby announced..."

"The one who should come is to come."

Special aviation tax is a kind of support for the "Deep Space Program" by the coalition government. All participating countries pay this part of the tax every year.

Now, this tax will be cancelled.

Professor Wang Zhong sighed for a long time. As his thinking deepened, the wrinkles on his forehead were like one after another Qiu Gao.

In this era, with the advancement of medical technology, especially the emergence of 3D bio-organ printing, the average lifespan of humans has reached 110 years old, and healthier ones can even live to 140 years old. . But at the age of eighty, he was still a little older, and his energy decline made Wang Zhong start to become a little weak in scientific research.

But as an academician of the Academy, no matter how old he gets older, his IQ far exceeds that of ordinary people.

He is a person who can’t be idle. He is old, and it is good to use some residual heat. It is not a big problem to bring some master students, and he can handle some administrative tasks by the way.

As a scientific consultant of the Deep Space Foundation, Everyday all has a lot of work.

The more he looked at this document that was just issued, the more frustrated he became.

Time does not matter. If he is young and 20 or 30 years old, he will definitely fight for a wave in the meeting. Even if this kind of dispute will not have much effect...

Wang Zhong made a phone call and tried to make his tone more gentle: "...don’t they know, Earth Era thought To accelerate to seven thousandths of the speed of light, you need the support of Jupiter Base!"

"It takes a lot of money to make a super long-distance light path!"

On the other side of the phone A middle-aged male voice came out: "Professor Wang, tax cuts are the general trend of the times and cannot be prevented by a few of us. This resolution has been studied for a long time and is not a temporary intention. Foundation Chairman Lin has also... …"

Wang Zhong said unwillingly: "If the sailing speed does not reach seven thousandths of the speed of light, do you know the consequences? A journey of 3000 years, any variable will produce a Domino Bone Token-like chain Reaction..."

"Professor Wang, we are thinking of a way. You can rest assured that even if you sell a large amount of assets, you will make up enough money."

Wang Zhonghuan Dropped the call and sighed again.

Also, for politicians, "Earth Era" has been built long ago, and of course this part of the tax levied on the people has to be exempted. To be fair, this additional tax has been levied for more than 40 years, and the people have already complained.

But...

Where the follow-up funds come from is still a big question.

Although the Deep Space Foundation has a big business and a large number of industries, without the financial support of the coalition government, it is impossible to withstand such a huge capital demand. Selling assets is not a wise choice. Selling indiscriminately in the capital market will only make the capital predators cheaper. The market is murderous, and the more eager to sell, the lower the price they will offer.

Furthermore, the purpose of their Deep Space Foundation is not just to launch a colonial spaceship, but ten, twenty, or even a hundred ships. These assets are their roots!

At this time, the door of the office lightly sounded a few times.

"Come in!" Wang Zhong said, pulling back his thoughts.

A young girl walked in, his student Xu Yunjing.

The girl said softly: "teacher, there are some reporters outside who want to interview you. It is a group of foreigners, do you know?"

"Foreigners?"

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"It seems that the Who Literary Association... wants us to donate to the poor areas."

"If you don't accept it, just say I'm not here!"

When money is involved Wang Zhong raised his eyes and raised his voice loudly: "Think about it with your ass and you will know what they are here for! Although our Foundation has a lot of industries, the money is not caused by the wind, it is created by all the scientists!"

"...in the future, don't talk to reporters, especially foreign reporters. They like to dig a hole to make you jump in. If you accidentally say a wrong sentence, they will make a big fuss. All kinds of nonsense reports!"

Xu Yunjing was said to be covered in dirt. It can be seen that my mentor is in a bad mood.

Xia Country is a foreign energy exporting country. The domestic electricity is 3 cents once, which can be said to be a kind of social welfare.

But the electricity sold abroad is hard to say. The labor of the people in Xia Country is impossible to sell cheaply, and this electricity needs to be profitable.

According to the investment contribution of the original research on nuclear fusion, some countries have 8 cents at one time, and some have 30 cents at one time.

Anyway, do you like it or not, don’t pull it down.

The reason is nothing more than the high monopoly of controllable nuclear fusion projects. This extremely difficult project almost integrates the most cutting-edge technology of mankind.

Xu Yunjing thought for a while, and then said sorryly: "teacher, if you don’t accept the interview, will it affect you not very well."

"Impact? I affect you fart! No electricity. Will starve to death? Is it expensive for three cents of electricity? Who is right, obviously I want to use electricity cheaply!"

Wang Zhong cursed badly: "...I didn't contribute much during research. Why do you want to pick peaches now?"

"This is national interest!"

"If you want a cheaper electricity price, you have to send representatives to negotiate with the government, not Here imitate the dog and steal chicken to engage in public opinion offensive and win the sympathy of the people of our country!"

Wang Zhong knows the truth that many words must be lost, and he is not too lazy to wrestle with this group of reporters, just taking the opportunity to educate his students , There must be "political sensitivity."

No matter what you do, you have to have emotional intelligence.

"Especially girl, don't be generous to others because of Holy Mother's heart attack!"

Xu Yunjing was educated and stopped thinking about it. She was a little embarrassed and said: "Oh, and...that Senior Brother's son wants to visit you. Do you have time?"

"Senior Brother? What Senior Brother?"

"That's...Senior Brother Zhang!" Xu Yunjing gestured with both hands.

Wang Zhong was taken aback for a moment, and soon reacted. His expression slowed down, a softness flashed across his face.

Zhang Qiming, his most talented dísciple, the operator of the "Earth Era" master control system. All his students, whether they are academician or master's students, call Zhang Qiming the "Senior Brother".

As for... his son?

It seems, I have never heard of it.

Oh, I haven't heard of it, but I have forgotten it a long time ago. Everyone knows about Einstein, but Einstein's son is not willing to remember.

Recalling that Zhang Qiming has passed away, the scene of see one's child die before oneself, Wang Zhong sighed: "Ai, bring his son here."

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