One morning a few days later, Xia Ge, who had just finished eating black bread, sat on a small stool as usual, thinking. Most of the friends next to him were playing with the old toys in their hands. Their toys were sent by kind people during the holidays a few years ago, and a few of them were watching cartoons of fighting little monsters by the TV.

"Brother Wushuang, let's build a fortress together. Let's see who builds taller and who builds it better." Feng Xiner, the fucking sister who is in her body, shouted to Xia Ge beside her.

Xia Ge took a look and saw that the little girl's movies were piled up. This kind of construction has zero attractiveness to Xia Ge. Xia Ge is a little bored now. It is also a torment to let an old scientist with high IQ and high education keep mixing in a group of dolls, playing with them every day with building blocks, rag dolls, etc., "You go play first, I'll just watch it."

Thinking back to the black bread I just ate, Xia Ge found that he could not wait anymore and wanted to find a way to earn money for the orphanage. Otherwise, he would not be able to live the day of eating black bread every day. Now Xia Ge has forgotten the taste of meat. He feels that he has entered the monk's courtyard and is mainly reborn to enjoy a new identity, but now this is not enjoyment, it is simply a suffering.

How to make money is something that Xia Ge is very troubled. With the technology in his mind that is forty-five years ahead of the current world, he can make a lot of money by taking out one of them. However, if he buys and sells directly, his identity will be exposed. At that time, he may follow the old path before he rebirth. As a genius child, he will be recruited by the state and work in the laboratory.

Just as Xia Ge was worried about how to get rid of black bread, the cartoon on TV began to broadcast advertisements, "The Earth military collected the appearance of a new space fighter. Once selected, the copyright is 100 million yuan. Interested academicians and folk scholars can send the electronic information of the work to the Imperial Academy of Sciences for the evaluation on May 25 this year. The work requirements are: a detailed three-dimensional electronic version size model, and marked with relevant data such as air resistance, flexibility, etc.."

The Earth military solicited space fighter appearances. In Xia Ge's memory, more than 40 years ago, the military's laboratory encountered difficulties in studying new space fighter jets. With the efforts of some scientists, the data in various aspects exceeded expectations, which caused the originally designed space fighter jet appearance to have a slight shock when the fighter jet reaches its maximum speed. The military's time to launch the new space fighter jet was very tight, so this competition like the private competition to collect space fighter shells.

However, in Xia Ge's memory, this selection competition ended in failure. The works of hundreds of weapons design laboratories participating in the competition could not meet the data needs of new space fighter jets. For this reason, the military fighter jet research room spent another three years to overcome dozens of technological difficulties to design a matching fighter shell. However, our Professor Xia, who was young at the time, participated in that experiment. Although he was not from the design team, as the commissioning supervisor at that time, he was extremely familiar with the data of the fighter jet shell that could be said to be a cross-age three years later.

There is data in your head about a space fighter shell that can absolutely match. As long as you send it over, you will definitely get a bonus.

Yes, you can report this competition anonymously and write to the payee to donate all the money to the orphanage, so that the orphanage will be solved.

Thinking of this, Professor Xia looked very friendly when watching the cartoon of the little monster that was being played on TV.

Xia Ge, who was preparing to write three-dimensional data of the space fighter shell, found that a difficulty was right in front of him. You must know that the first thing he needed to write high-precision shells of space fighter planes was a large computer, and then there must be professional writing and drawing software. Not to mention those writing and drawing software and large computers worth millions, even ordinary home entertainment computers, Xia Ge cannot get it now.

Oh my God, there is no large computer or drawing software required for precision three-dimensional graphics. Even if I have the design data of the space fighter in my head, I can't draw it.

Now Xia Ge felt like he had fallen from the pile of beauties into the dinosaur circle. He thought he could get rid of the fate of black bread, but he didn't know that this was just a joke made by God.

Just as Shagg was trying to draw a three-dimensional space fighter shell with a home computer, his eyes suddenly lit up. On the small table three meters away, he was placing an airplane made of plasticine. Although this aircraft, in the eyes of Shagg, a professional, could only be regarded as Van Gogh's abstraction, it allowed Shagg to find a way to replace the three-dimensional electronic display model.

If you can't get a computer-drawn electronic version of the fighter model, you can use plasticine to pinch it, and the size can be written on paper with a pen, which is perfect.

Thinking of this, Xia Ge looked at the owner of the plasticine. It was Du Jia, the little girl who had two small braids and gave her lollipops to eat on the first day after her reincarnation. At this time, Du Jia's little sister was looking at her work with satisfaction, a very serious abstract aircraft model.

"Sister Du Jia, can you lend me some plasticine? I also want to play with plasticine." In order to achieve my goal, Xia Ge can only deceive the little girl's plasticine without his conscience. Xia Ge knows that this piece of plasticine will be sent to the military laboratory and will definitely not be given back.

Xia Ge, who hadn't eaten meat for several days, looked at the plasticine in front of him, and his eyes seemed to be filled with green light, and he seemed to be able to feel the fragrance of meat.

"No, I just pinched out a flying frame and I'll leave it if I borrowed you to play with my plane." Du Jia's little sister glanced at Xia Ge on the opposite side and answered very simply.

"Uh." Xia Ge was stunned for a few seconds. He was so shameless that he was rejected by a little girl of five or six years old. However, Xia Ge was an experienced adult after all, and immediately replied with a smile, "I will make a better plane to return it to you. Look at the plane you pinch, although it maintains the general structure of the plane, some detailed parts are not perfect."
Chapter completed!