"President, this is the information you want."

"Thanks, besides, you didn't hear anything just now, did you?"

Midong smiled softly and elegantly, but the cold light in her eyes was not angry, and she looked at the young employee in charge.

"Absolutely not, please rest assured, president!"

The poor young man is really unlucky, and he happened to meet the private image of the president of the famous daughter, which is terrible, if he is really hated, it doesn't matter if he is heroic and righteous, what can the dog do at home!?

"Hmm...... Go down. ”

Fortunately, Meidong obviously has no intention of seeing a passer-by, although he is still younger, and when he should be pretending to be deaf and dumb, he apologizes very seriously, which makes people laugh and cry.

So, after waving away the poor young man, Midon perused the detailed document he had sent.

A comprehensive report on ABT's research and development of controlled nuclear fusion.

Just as oil needs an independent research institute, this new energy project also has an independent research institute with its headquarters located in the westernmost mountains of Tokyo, quite close to the town of Otoma. Moreover, it is clearly written in the report that the research institute in the ravine is only an entrance, and the real core is usually located underground, that is, in the belly of the mountain.

Considering that the superconducting tokamak device, the core of the research project, the ring-shaped vessel that uses magnetic confinement and vacuum insulation to achieve controlled nuclear fusion, requires an extremely large amount of electrical energy, and its presence can easily cause fear of electromagnetic waves in residents, concealment is normal.

Think about it, which inland civilians in China, the United States and Russia will know that there is a silo hidden in their rural mountain bags?

"However, after so many years, the instrument that is so large as a house can only achieve the power of a domestic diesel engine, which is really a layman's sigh."

Midong herself admits that she is a layman, but she looks at the report happily, but she still can't help complaining: "Some people are making an analogy with the history of computer development, in 1946, the 150 square meters of Ainiac, and the birth of the world's first notebook in the seventies and eighties, if you can really ensure this speed, it is actually fast." However, can't we really accelerate it a little more, just because the basic industry is not strong enough? ”

Looking at the report, how much Meidong hopes that she can have superpowers, then she can directly skip the restrictions of basic industry and rely on plug-ins such as Nian Power to realize the production of "notebook-level tokamak devices". Moreover, if she can really bring a controllable nuclear fusion reactor of sufficient power to the world, whether it is patent profits or fame, won't she be famous for the eternal days of the Galactic Empire?

"So, the constraints now are undoubtedly the strength and precision of the material. The thermal conductivity and heat acceptance, as well as toughness and strength of each part of the instrument, so it depends on the development degree of the new material industry. If the new materials industry is to develop greatly, it needs the vigorous development of the basic physics and chemistry communities...... Yes...... It's complicated. ”

Of course it's complicated, Midong muttered regret on her lips, and she had to admit in her heart that unless she could rely on her superpowers to process materials for the next generation, or get the high-tech of aliens, she wouldn't be able to drive a fusion reactor tomorrow.

"No, even if I get the alien technology, if it's just documentation, I'll have to set up a research lab and let those 'stupid monkeys in white coats of Earth civilization' learn slowly. Hmmm......"

Decades of science fiction movies have made anyone excited when they hear about controlled fusion, and that's normal. Midong got excited normally, then after a while, and then returned to normal, and began to think about the project from a supreme level.

"The Miyamoto Foundation was able to conduct its research because of the existence of Honshu Heavy Industries. Without the support of sufficient industrial strength, it is impossible for the consortium, the country and even all mankind to play this kind of high-end trick. Although our industrial group is not as good as Zhenhua Heavy Industry in terms of shipbuilding scale, the research and development of steelmaking technology and new materials is ...... There are all of them. ”

The huge desk, Mei Dong didn't just sit here today, and what she thought in her heart at this time was directly presented in a large number of documents. Including a document several centimeters thick in the cabinet, including a huge amount of data called up from the computer, Meidong is thinking about the next development strategy, why not once again familiar with this newly taken over business ship?

"After all, it is to the extent that the finished product has been made, and the difference between Ainiac and Love Crazy Four is really only ...... Okay, so I really only need to increase our investment in research and development of new materials and metallurgical technology, and we can drive the nuclear energy car earlier? ”

There are too many documents to be read carefully, but since the institute is located in the mountains west of Tokyo, why waste time here as the president? Midong looked at the time, and it was almost time for lunch, so she pressed the red button next to the table and summoned the young female secretary who had inherited from her grandfather outside the door.

"President."

The woman's surname is Saito, a twenty-eight-year-old mature woman in a suit and leather shoes who went to the United States, with black hair like a vase and a pair of red-rimmed glasses, walked into the office with steady steps.

"What do you command?"

"Prepare lunch now, if you don't have one, let's go together, then prepare the helicopter, and we'll leave for the Miyamoto 203 Institute at one o'clock in the afternoon. Hmmm......"

When she said this, Mito's expression was a little strange.

There can be many reasons for being weird, such as complaining about the naming principles of the various research institutes of the consortium as a newcomer, and in fact, Midong does have plans to rectify them. But at this time, she looked at the elegant figure of the eldest sister's secretary, but her thoughts drifted leisurely to another sky.

The female secretary Saito stood in the open space, and although she saw that the new president was suddenly in a daze, she was in no hurry to remind her.

Although it has not been a long time, everyone can see that the young new president is very attentive to his work, which makes Saito, who learns that the heir is a young girl, breathes a sigh of relief. And she knew that there were many people who thought the same way, and countless people who felt sorry and frightened for the unexpected death of the elder, and now they could rest assured.

No one can imagine what kind of future a huge consortium will face when it is handed over from a wise old man to a young girl, but fortunately, it is gratifying that everything that Miyamoto Moko is doing at the moment is very professional.

Holding a general meeting of shareholders to familiarize myself with the business of various companies and departments, I went to the 301 Research Institute in Pu'an City yesterday, and I will rush to No. 203 today. If this state of affairs can be maintained, maybe the consortium will really take advantage of the re-listing of the flagship company and completely embark on the fast road of rocket-like development?

"Well, it's nothing, Saito, let's go get lunch and a helicopter."

"Yes, President!"

The female secretary's answer was so powerful, it startled Midong.

What's the matter, relatives are here?