Since that day, Duchamp has accelerated the pace of research and development of "roast chicken". He took the opportunity of participating in product research and development to obtain a large amount of information on the military's communications system from the Lane Ford Society. Irina never imagined that he still had such a selfish intention, so she boldly gave him a lot of confidential materials, which greatly facilitated the research and development of "roast chicken".

After the road was gone, he soon brought another letter to Duchamp, and judging from the contents of the letter, he was influenced by Duchamp's latest reasoning, and decided to act more cautiously, and Ah Jin had secretly sneaked back to Julai, and established a contact point in that remote village, so that Duchamp could rest assured.

If you don't worry, you can't do it, it's so far away now! Duchamp muttered in his heart, concentrating on drawing the two-dimensional cute girl in the math class.

"What is this?" Mark noticed that Duchamp's movements did not look like he was doing a math problem, and stuck his head over to peep.

As a veteran gossip, Mark never let go of any attention to Duchamp. Especially after the start of school, Mark exclusively released the 97 enhanced version of Duchamp's quotations, which once again caused a sensation on campus.

This sensation was not only because of Duchamp's sharp complaints, but because several of Duchamp's impromptu speeches in the guidance theory class were sorted out by Mark.

"A new era of civilization explosion is coming. Why do we choose to study the theory of guidance now, in order to get a good job, or to go to the army and eat that hard bread like a stone? No, our goal is to become the creator of a great civilization with our own hands! ”

"What kind of century was the thirteenth century? It is a century of renewed prosperity, a century of eradication of poverty, and a century of channeling for the benefit of everyone on the continent. Farmers no longer use sickles to harvest wheat, and the guiding machinery replaces most of their manual work. Miners no longer use manual equipment to mine, they only need to take care of the automatic collection equipment. Factory workers no longer have to work hard to make products one by one, and the fully manual assembly line will replace those tedious and repetitive labor. Every family will have at least one guide car to get around, roads will be wider, people will complain that the continent is small, regular boats will fly to all the cities, and of course, it will become very fast, from the easternmost part of the continent to the westernmost part of the continent in just five hours. ”

In the spring of 1197, these classic quotations were quickly spread to every corner of the school.

Of course, among the students, the real repercussions were Duchamp's three prophecies "twenty years later".

Almost all the students were discussing the phrase "in twenty years, we will lose class", which was a sufficiently explosive topic for both commoner and aristocratic students.

Many first-year freshmen who have just entered the school were instantly conquered by such an arrogant and incomparable senior brother, and every day there were freshmen pointing at Duchamp in the cafeteria, making Duchamp want to plug his ears.

The new version of Duchamp's quotations caused a sensation not only among students, but even among some teachers.

Professor Ashley somehow heard about this, and went to Mark for an original manuscript, and carefully copied it, ticked off the parts of it that he thought were worth mentioning, and advertised Duchamp to the first-year students. The professor even planned to invite Duchamp to give a lecture to the first-year students to boost their interest in learning.

Under the influence of this quotation, Duchamp's popularity among the reformers of the class has also been greatly improved.

Abel, the literary and artistic young man among the reformist students, the author of the otherworldly version of "Nora", made a special trip to discuss with Duchamp the idea of "we are desperately turning to the past, trying to rebuild the dying world; or bravely face the reality and build a harmonious and prosperous new world" into a drama, which flattered Duchamp. If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't spare himself these days, Duchamp would have even planned to discuss the plot idea with Abel in person.

Just when he was in a hurry to build the guide of the pager and further make the industrial design plan (after a year of study and many times involved in product design, Duchamp has made considerable progress in translating the guidance theory into a feasible design), on the way from class, Mark took his graffiti away.

"What is this? Rushing to work in math class with beautiful girl doodles? Mark held the graffiti aloft.

"Be careful, don't tear it, it's going to take me a lot of work."

"What is this? A square shell? Mark flipped through the next few pictures in confusion.

"This is the product design." Duchamp explained.

"Styri, what are you doing again?" A few other vases that loved to make fun came over and turned Duchamp's drawings into pieces.

Duchamp gave an overview of the general role of the pager and the business plan.

"This thing is just to receive information anytime and anywhere, does life need to be so rushed?" Isaac didn't know how to pretend to be a thorn.

"At least for some of the population, this feature is still needed, right?" Duchamp said modestly that he was not sure how many people would buy pagers' e-accounts in this era of slow pace of life.

"Yo, no matter how much you talk to this group of vase pies, they won't understand it either!" A snarky soprano sounded behind the crowd.

"Miss Morgana! Don't say it so ugly, as the earl's daughter, this is a big loss for you. Isaac shot back without looking back.

"Our Wen family is not as flashy as some old antiques, show me what is new." Morgana flicked it, and Eisenberg, who was standing in front of him, was unlucky, was forced to move to the side, and with a flick of her hand, the draft in everyone's hands was in her hands.

Duchamp was dumbfounded, could it be that Morgana was ** during the holidays?

Since the beginning of the school year, because he has found the right way to advance, Duchamp is excited, and in the blink of an eye, a master has appeared next to him, still a tall girl, which is really unpleasant.

Morgana quickly flipped to the last page of the manuscript, which featured product positioning for consumers of different ages and identities. At present, Duchamp has set up a total of four series, namely camouflage military style, luxury jazz, cute girls, and fantasy technology, which are all truly original.

Morgana's eyes lit up, and she waved the stack of paper, excitedly saying, "Listen, Stellory, if you want to promote this thing, you'll have to work with our family." In the empire, our family is the nobleman who has invested the most in the communication industry, and our family has a share in many communication facilities in the imperial capital. Bruvinson, have you heard of it? ”

Duchamp looked at the anti-guest girl unhappily: "Oh, look up for a long time." Then you have to negotiate the terms of cooperation with the Lane Ford Society, these things are designed for the Lane Ford Society, and all the business plans are implemented by them. ”

Morgana pouted, "What?" Lane Ford Society. On the surface, they are indeed behemoths, but after all, they are just civilian enterprises with no background. The establishment of paging stations in various cities requires government support. In the communications industry, I dare say that no one in the empire can compete with my family. ”

Eisenberg, who was being pushed aside like a chicken, was annoyed, and he suddenly grabbed the truth and shouted bitterly in the back: "Hmph, this is the true face of the so-called civilian reformers, don't you even pretend to take a position for the sake of profit?" 'It's just a civilian business', does that seem like your usual rhetoric? How can I hear all the privileges in my ears. ”

It's a quarrel! Duchamp shook his ears in annoyance like a cat, knowing that it was not over.