One o'clock in the afternoon.

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

As the reading progressed, his mood became worse little by little.

Notice on the Cancellation of Special Aviation Tax

"The Special Aviation Construction Tax will be officially abolished from December 31, 2264, and it is hereby announced that ......"

"It's still coming."

The 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, the tax is going to be abolished.

Professor Wang Zhong let out a long sigh, and as he thought deeply, the wrinkles on his forehead were like hills and ravines.

In this era, with the advancement of medical technology, especially the emergence of 3D biological organ printing, the average life expectancy of human beings has reached 110 years old, and the healthy ones can even live to 140 years old. But at the age of eighty, he is still a little older, and the decline of his energy has made Wang Zhong a little incapable in scientific research.

However, as an academician of the Academy of Sciences, no matter how old you are, your IQ is far beyond ordinary people.

He is a person who can't be idle, he is old, and it is good to exert some spare energy, and it is not a big problem to take some master's students, and by the way, he can also deal with some administrative work.

As a scientific advisor to the Deep Space Foundation, I have a lot to do every day.

The more he looked at the document that had just been promulgated, the more frustrated he became.

Time does not revolve, if he is twenty or thirty years younger, 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, trying to make his tone more gentle: "...... Don't they know that if Earth Age wants to accelerate to 7/1000th of the speed of light, it needs the support of the Jupiter base! ”

"It costs a lot of money to create an ultra-long-distance optical path!"

A middle-aged male voice came from the other side of the phone: "Professor Wang, tax reduction is the general trend of the times, and it is not something that a few of us can prevent, this resolution has been studied for a long time, and it is not a temporary idea." The foundation's president, Mr. Lin, has also ......"

Wang Zhong said unwillingly: "If the speed of sailing cannot reach seven thousandths of the speed of light, do you know the consequences? 3,000 years of journey, any variables will have a domino-like chain reaction......"

"Professor Wang, we're trying to figure out a way. You can rest assured that even if you sell a large amount of assets, you will be able to make up enough money. ”

Wang Zhong hung up the phone and sighed again.

Also, for politicians, the "Earth Era" has long been built, and this part of the taxes levied on the people must also be exempted. To be reasonable, this surcharge has been levied for more than 40 years, and the masses of the people have long been full of complaints.

But......

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

Although the Deep Space Foundation has a large family and a large number of industries, it is impossible to withstand such a huge financial demand without the financial support of the joint government. Selling assets is not a wise choice, and selling indiscriminately in the capital market will only cheapen those capital predators. The market kills people without seeing blood, and the more they rush to sell, the lower the price they will offer.

Moreover, the purpose of their Deep Space Foundation is not just to launch one colony ship, but ten, twenty, or even a hundred, and these assets are their roots!

At this moment, the office door knocked softly a few times.

"Please come in!" Wang Zhong pulled his thoughts back and said.

A young girl walked in, it was his student Xu Yunjing.

The girl whispered, "Teacher, there are a few reporters out there who want to interview you. It's a group of foreigners, do you know? ”

"Foreigners?"

"It seems to be some kind of humanistic association...... Want us to donate to poor areas. ”

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

When it came to the issue of money, Wang Zhong raised his eyebrows and raised his voice: "Just think about it with your ass and know what they are here for!" Although our foundation has many industries, the money is not blown by the wind, it is created by all scientists! ”

“…… Don't deal with that kind of journalist in the future, especially foreign journalists. They like to dig a pit for you to jump into, and if you accidentally say the wrong thing, they will make a big fuss and make all kinds of nonsense reports! ”

Xu Yunjing was said to be disgraced. It can be seen that his mentor is in a very bad mood.

Xia is an exporter of foreign energy, and the domestic electricity is 3 cents a time, which can be said to be a kind of social welfare.

But it's hard to say about the electricity sold abroad, and the labor of the Xia people can't be sold cheaply, and these electricity needs to be profitable.

According to the original contribution to the research of nuclear fusion, some countries paid 8 cents a time, and some paid 3 cents a time.

Anyway, if you like to use it, you don't need to pull it down.

The reason is none other than the high monopoly of controlled nuclear fusion projects. This extremely difficult project, which almost integrates the most cutting-edge technology of mankind, cannot be done by every country with a pat on the head.

Xu Yunjing thought for a while, and then said embarrassedly: "Teacher, if you don't accept the interview, will it not affect you well." ”

"Impact? Affect a fart! Will you starve to death without electricity? Is electricity expensive for 3 cents a kilowatt-hour? What kind of human rights, it is obvious that they want to use electricity cheaply! ”

Wang Zhong scolded angrily: "...... I didn't contribute much when I was researching, so why do I want to pick peaches now? ”

"This is the national interest!"

"If you want a cheaper electricity price, you have to send a representative to negotiate with the government, instead of sneaking a public opinion offensive here to win the sympathy of our people!"

Wang Zhong is well aware of the truth that too many words must be lost, and he is too lazy to talk to this group of reporters, but only takes the opportunity to educate his students to be "politically sensitive".

No matter what the problem is, you have to have emotional intelligence.

"Especially girls, don't be generous to others because of our Virgin's heart attack!"

Xu Yunjing was educated, so she didn't think about it anymore. She was a little embarrassed and said, "Oh, there's ...... That brother's son wants to visit you. Do you have time? ”

"Senior brother? What brother? ”

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

Wang Zhong was stunned for a moment, and quickly reacted. His expression slowed, and a hint of softness flashed across his face.

Zhang Qiming, his most talented disciple, is the operator of the main control system of the "Earth Era". All of his students, whether Ph.D. or master's, refer to Zhang Qiming as "senior brother."

As for...... His son?

Like, I haven't heard of it.

Oh, it's not that I haven't heard of it, but I've forgotten it for a long time. Everyone knows about Einstein, but no one wants to remember Einstein's son.

Recalling that Zhang Qiming had passed away, the scene where the white-haired man sent the black-haired man, Wang Zhong sighed: "Alas, bring his son over." ”

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