Let the robot put herself down, rarely, the little short leg got out of the car, and she was ready to listen to the two talk about the conditions.

Mr. Mediterranean, whose real name is Jill Pratt, is different from Dr. Hall, except for the amount of hair, the same age of 55 years old, the same peach and plum all over the world, and the same respect in a certain field.

Since Dr. Pratt said such a thing, Osborne's sincerity was enough, and the little shortleg was ready to give the information out of nowhere.

"Donald Duck, the name of the robot, the flexible material used in the joints, and the rebound coefficient of the material can be passed on to you."

Just having a rebound coefficient is useful, looking at the robot skeleton, more than 100 parameters, Osborne used 5 million US dollars in exchange for an empty shell, without those parameters, formulas, they can only make scrap.

At the Imperial Hotel in New York, Osborne was greedy for cheap, so he bought a robot skeleton, and the result was good, and it was still defective after studying for a long time.

After Osborne consulted with the board, they were ready to take a bigger stake.

"Little Ms. Hansen, you need to design a robot, right, I can help you, in my private name, Osben will provide the venue, equipment, and materials, and we don't need to charge a penny during the period."

"I still have a franchise fee!"

This is the technical barrier, and after a few years, Nokia has become a thing of the past, and almost no one on the market uses his mobile phone.

But even though Nokia can't survive, they can still sell $100 billion just by selling patents.

If you want to get into this business, you have to pay a price.

"Come back tomorrow, I'll get my coffee ready."

……

Along the Charles River, walking into the big iron gate of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, crossing the lawn, after being grounded by Maya, after half a year, the little short legs once again stood in front of this spiral building, the Institute of Biochemistry, the building in charge of Tang Yuanjing's mother.

The only thing that makes Shortleg happy is that she finally doesn't have to climb the stairs. Donald Duck robot staggered up the steps with the rice ball essence in its arms.

I met several familiar people along the way, and saw Tang Yuanjing and her Donald Duck coming up to say hello.

Some are still students of Maya Hansen.

The poor guys had no idea that Maya was already preparing to give up her teaching position and leave MIT.

At that time, they will become lonely children, with no tutor to introduce them to work, no one to write recommendation letters, and even the thesis evaluation can only be signed by someone.

has a mother, but no father.

Poor kid!

Tangyuan Jing is a big celebrity here, and even the cleaning aunt knows her.

Look, Maya Hansen's daughter, who is more diligent in and out of the lab than a student, has short legs that are recognizable.

Back then, when Anna and Maya got along the most, Maya was ready to set up a mascot at the entrance of the institute.

The prototype is the little short leg.

Even though I haven't seen her for half a year, there are still many people who pay attention to Anna.

The little short legs feel very relieved, I am not in the rivers and lakes, but I still leave the legend of my rice balls.

However, her relief ended there.

A big black hand stopped the little short leg just as she was about to let the balance bike release the metal foot.

Big Black doesn't slip away, the security captain of the research institute, and an old acquaintance with small and short legs.

His child is Xiao Hei Buqiu, Anna's tablemate, and the guy who messes with the princess's little sister every day.

Because the princess sister was so stupid, Anna beat her several times.

Then the princess and the little sister cried to Xiao Hei every day, and since then they have made up the fate of the two.

The little short-legged explained to the black security guard that he was looking for mom.

The black security guard stared at a pair of brass bells.

After staring for a long time, the captain of the security team said to let the little short leg wait, he looked for something, and then he turned around and walked into the security room, rummaged through the cabinets, threw away the Playboy magazine, threw out the stinky socks, and finally found a blackboard under a pile of sending and receiving packages.

"Pets and Annabelle Hansen are exempt."

The eyebrows of the little short legs drooped suddenly.

Hell, it's still Maya's autograph.

It's too ruthless to be in the dark, it's been so long, and this blackboard is still there.

It's her shadow.

Little Shortleg thought of the horrors of that day.

Things started when Maya intercepted the genetic sequencing results, and just now a subpoena came from the Massachusetts Child Protection Center, adding fuel to the fire, and Maya knew everything, what impostors participated in the preaching, did paternity tests privately, private small workshops, etc.

At that time, Maya's mouth was crooked, and she dragged her little short legs to the research institute and threatened.

"Annabelle Hansen, if you dare to step half a step into the institute, I'll shove you in the trash, and I'll do what I say."

Anna remembers the garbage can, foot-pedal, ironwork, with only one square opening, and the thought that she had to squeeze into such a small opening, the little short leg felt that she had to cut off half of the flesh, and then squeeze it into a long flat shape.

She was terrified.

Since that day, Anna has really been obedient for a long time, interrupted her research, and went to and from school on time every day to devote herself to the study of nuclear physics.

It was so terrifying that until now, thinking back to that day, Anna still wanted to hold her head with her little fat hand.

Looking at the security captain again, this guy's eyes moved with his movements, and it was estimated that as soon as he ran in, he would grab his harness and throw it on the steps.

"Big black doesn't slip away, goodbye."

……

Stay until evening, when the moon and stars are scarce.

Anna went around to the back door of the institute, there was a combination lock on it, but it was difficult to knock the little short legs, she took out a tube of spray from her bib pants pocket, the spray was a bit big, Anna had to use two little fat hands to hold it, the main components inside the sprayer were fluorescent amines and phthalamdialdehyde, and sprayed it towards the combination lock.

It's a little smelly, the little short leg twisted his nose, waved his hand to pat off the fog, put on a fluorescent filter, pointed it at with a flashlight, and four fingerprints appeared on the password lock.

9、6、4、3。

Scratch your neck with your chubby hand, four numbers, and there are 24 kinds of arrangements.

Use violence to exhaust the method, and soon try it out.

When, open.

The little short-legged let Donald Duck carry him up the stairs to the potion pantry.

There is a fingerprint lock on the steel and wooden door of the storeroom, and Anna pulls out the fingerprint briquette, Maya Hansen's.

Anna not only has Maya's voice, but also Maya's fingerprint briquette, which has all ten fingers, and an artificial iris, a computer image version.

I finally used it today.

Find the liquid nitrogen tank again, which is an oversized tank, three times as tall as the little short legs.

Let Donald Duck be raised and raised, standing on the mouth of the iron can, the little short legs have a serious face, and when they are planted in it, they will become hard glutinous rice balls.

Rubbing it to find the green button on the jar, pressed it, and the freezer box went up.

The two little chubby hands held the iron tongs and clamped them out, which was very heavy.

Take out the half-walled vials and pick out the ones with the word Hela.

Succeed with flying colors.

Anna put the HeLa tumor strain in the freezer, and the chubby face was almost stiff for too long.

It's so tiring, stealing Mayan things is much harder than facing a mega-bellied viper.

"Anna!"

The little short leg almost smashed into the liquid nitrogen tank.