"Xiao Jiang, don't you think what worries me is breakfast? Help me do the math." Lanzhou pointed to the wall.

"I'll make breakfast. Hey, Xiaolan, can you have porridge now?" the goblin asked in surprise.

"Well, occasionally, it's salty."

"Mr. Wei, what... is this formula?" Xiao Jiang looked at the wall.

"Structure model of the aircraft." Lan Ze answered for Wei Hanyang. "You first invert the data on the left using Wen's transformation, then you can deduce the data on the right."

"What transformation are you talking about?" Wei Yaojiing was a little confused, "You are bullying me for not being a math major, right? Wait a minute... Xiao Jiang, aren't you a bodyguard?"

"Well, yes." Xiao Jiang nodded honestly, "But I can calculate formulas and calculate data."

He projected a large piece of calculation paper with his wristband and found that there was not much space left in the kitchen. He smiled sheepishly: "It's a bit crowded in here, I'll go outside."

The goblin pointed outside: "What's going on? Your security personnel are a bit high-end for no reason!"

Lan Ze proudly and modestly said: "It's hard for us science majors to find jobs. Besides, we're from the mathematics department."

"Department of Mathematics? I don't think I've seen many people who can insist on not changing departments until they graduate. They should be able to engage in scientific research, right?"

Mathematics departments in various university towns have a lot of enrollment. It is quite popular to study hard for two years and then change departments and majors. Mathematics is the basis of science and engineering, and it is popular to change departments. Lanze originally planned to do this.

A bit unexpected.

The surprise was: he took too many courses and accumulated enough credits to graduate from two undergraduate courses. So he graduated directly and started graduate school. The transfer failed anyway. ╮(╯_╰)╭

"There are too few scientific research positions after all," Lanze replied. "Besides, how much talent is wasted in scientific research?"

Wei Hanyang sighed leisurely: "...In my mother's mind, being a scientist is the greatest job in the world, followed by international trade, and making a lot of money is only the third."

Lan Ze doesn't understand.

However, he was diligent and asked: "Doesn't international trade make money?"

"Sometimes it's just feelings. Promoting the welfare of all mankind."

"You make it sound like you capitalists are all good people."

"There are no capitalists in China. There are only asset agents. The wealth accumulated will not only return to the Ministry of Civil Affairs after death, but also must often buy some luxuries, decorations, particularly expensive wine, fruits, etc. while alive, while consuming it.

Pay the luxury tax, distribute the extra money to producers, and return it to our great motherland."

Wei Hanyang cooked the porridge and continued to whitewash the capitalists: "Besides, we are engaged in industry at home. We only use foreign exchange capital to invest overseas. The investment risk is too great, and we will lose everything at every turn. There is no high return,

Who can make up their mind to participate? Let me tell you, the ancient civilizations of the West have many tricks in the financial market. They are professionals when it comes to deceiving people."

"What a capitalist says. I believe you."

"Your mother is also a capitalist."

Lanze couldn’t deny that his mother had accumulated a lot of overseas assets during her lifetime, but:

"...She lived a very simple life. The dormitory in the university town where my father and I lived was very small."

"That shouldn't be the case. The social responsibility of wealthy people is to consume more. Otherwise, how can social wealth flow?"

The monster Wei has too many crooked ideas, and ordinary people can't resist them.

Lanze made a fool of himself: "But she has funded many poor students like you."

Teacher Bai from the Employment Office in the university town has a very complicated source of funds for Ruixueshe. There are funds from schools, ministries and other graduates, and she does have her own shares.

"Okay. I'll thank your mother forever. This is also the correct use of capital. My own mother doesn't even dare to lend it to me."

When she thought of her mother, Wei Yaoji became unhappy again.

Just such a witch, arrogant, stinky, beautiful and a slut.

In the university town back then, there were many people who envied his chic life, and many who hated his personality. What did it have to do with him whether others liked him or disliked him? Anyway, Wei Yaojing himself didn't care.

Lan Ze guarded the dining table, ran the workstation randomly, checked the battery, and moved the machine to the children's small dining table. In a few days, when his studio was cleared, he would have to move the machine to his room.

. Now, he just plans to play for a while.

The children's dining table was made by Zhang He himself. In order to make it easier for him to take care of his children, it was made very high. It was fixed in the corner of the kitchen, which is safe and does not hinder cooking.

Lanze stood operating the workstation with a decent posture. The sky above the new equipment was empty and there was nothing interesting. So he directly started to build the frame of the wind tunnel model.

He plans to make an atmospheric model. The atmosphere and the wind tunnel are essentially the same thing. They are just different in scale.

During breakfast, Xiao Jiang came into the kitchen for a while, then went out to continue deriving the aircraft on the ground in the living room.

This morning, Lan Ze was building a wind tunnel. Wei Yao found a few acquaintances all over the country, and after getting the weather data of the southern hemisphere, he has been making lollipops.

Meteorological data must be transmitted via dedicated lines. Not only cannot it arrive today, but it also needs to be received at a friend's laboratory in the university town. Therefore, the atmospheric model of the Southern Hemisphere cannot be completed in one day.

The wind tunnel was built quickly. The mathematical model can be improvised. Compared with the wave model Lanze has done before, it is less complicated.

Then Lanze was busy writing supporting modules to add functions to it. These functional modules can also be used in atmospheric models. With these modules, it is convenient to adjust the aircraft.

"Do you like the smell of plums?" Wei Yaoxing turned around happily like a housewife and asked Lan Ze, her long hair flying.

"Yeah, I like it the most! It also goes well with other flavors. Don't forget to mix some mustard."

The metal countertop in the kitchen was gradually covered with lollipops that had cooled and hardened.

Lan Ze was holding a plum-flavored lollipop in his mouth. He also felt that life was full of happiness.

After finishing her work on the lollipop, Fairy Wei stood next to Lan Ze and watched him work.

Xiao Jiang walked in.

"I've finished my derivation, Mr. Wei, please accept it."

"Oh okay."

Wei Hanyang threw Xiao Jiang's derivation process and results on the wall and examined them carefully.

Lan Ze glanced at it: "No problem. The results can be used directly. The work is very good!"

Wei Hanyang struggled to check the derivation process, so he simply stopped reading: "Now that we have the results, why don't we have to wait for your wind tunnel?"

"I didn't bring any of the equipment I used for work. The modules I made before can only be slowly rewritten now. If you are in a hurry... go out for a walk and buy some food by the way?"

The guard demon didn't listen to him and continued to circle around him, but the radius was getting wider and wider.

Lan Ze left the small table, stretched out, and poured himself some water.

Fairy Wei was outside, cleaning and discussing the mathematical model of the aircraft with Xiao Jiang in a low voice.
Chapter completed!