Feng Yi curled up on the bed and browsed his phone for a while, replied to some messages, checked the time, and made a video call to Xiao Wu.
Xiao Wu has been immersed in some small research recently. In order not to disturb his research, Feng Yi made an appointment with Xiao Wu in advance.
Xiao Wu, who was far away in Yangcheng, was also keeping an eye on the time. Although today's small research had not been completed yet, he still put aside the work in his hands an hour in advance, thinking about the problems that Feng Yi might encounter in this mission, while waiting for Feng Yi's call.
He had a hunch that Feng Yi's call this time would bring him a little surprise.
The time came, and as soon as the phone rang, Xiao Wu quickly picked up it.
"Boss, is this mission going well?"
Xiao Wu also looked through various news about Feng Yi on the Internet, but he did not believe the literal news reported in the news.
I glanced at Feng Yi in the video and he seemed to be in good condition, just a little thinner.
"Not bad." Feng Yi didn't say much about this mission, and directly said to Xiao Wu, "I brought a special kind of rock. I asked Xiao Ding to bring it back to you. You can keep it. You can also study it if you want."
Xiao Wu's spirits perked up, his eyes flashing with excitement, "Rock? What kind of rock?"
Feng Yi hesitated for a moment. He couldn't go into detail about the cave of his ancestors, so he thought of using a more obscure description.
“You can think of it as a special material that forms on the surface of the rock over time… just like the patina formed on antiques.”
Xiao Wu: “…I seem to understand.”
Recalling carefully, Xiao Wu said, "Based on what I have learned from my predecessors and the information I have collected myself, you should be talking about - the secretions on the body surface, energy rays, and various factors in the special environment, etc., under the combined effect, accumulated over the years, a special layer of 'shell' formed in the cave?"
Feng Yi: “Yes!”
Xiao Wu actually knows something about this!
However, Feng Yi thought of Xiao Wu's words just now, "I learned from my predecessors", and raised his eyebrows slightly:
“Has anyone studied this before?”
Xiao Wu said, "If it is true, our predecessors have been researching it decades ago."
There is no need to specify who these “predecessors” refer to.
In addition to my aunt, there is also his own team.
Feng Yi was curious: "Isn't it the original company?"
Xiao Wu explained: "No. The original factory specializes in the study of venom. The one studying rocks is another team, which was founded by your great aunt Ms. Feng. It should now be in the hands of Ms. Feng's daughter, your cousin."
"Tell me what you know." Feng Yi was really interested in this, mainly because he wanted to know what the research had found.
Xiao Wu: "I don't know much. As far as I know, the team that studies rocks doesn't say they're studying rocks, but special synthetic materials. They have collaborations with some large research institutes and key laboratories."
Xiao Wu pointed to the top of his head and said, "It also involves some military matters."
"Initially, we developed three types of coatings and a new material based on the raw materials. They are not only waterproof, anti-oxidation, high and low temperature resistant, and anti-microbial adhesion, but these are all basic functions. The new special material can also effectively defend against certain harmful rays!"
"So far, we have developed more than ten kinds of materials. As for how many of them have been successfully researched but not yet made public, we don't know. This is the core secret of the company. That materials company, no, it should be a large group now, a giant, and its scale is much larger than when it was first established."
"The special materials developed have a wide range of applications, from deep-sea diving to land combat to aerospace, and they are found in many important fields..."
Feng Yi listened to Xiao Wu's words and couldn't help but think:
Perhaps, some part of the ship or plane you’ve been on, or the satellite above your head, was made of materials related to that kind of “patina”.
It's just that no one knows it.
And we can’t let everyone know.
Questions are born in laboratories.
As for the root cause, it is top secret and cannot be disclosed.
Feng Yi is not the first person to "study myself". Before him, there were my aunt and perhaps many predecessors who had done similar things.
Or perhaps, some common objects in life originated from the "I study myself" of some predecessors.
Seeing that Feng Yi had remained silent, Xiao Wu thought that Feng Yi was worried or regretful about something, so he continued:
"The current researchers in that materials research team probably don't know the core secrets, nor do they know what the 'source material' is. They are just further developing the original research results."
Observing Feng Yi's expression, Xiao Wu asked tentatively: "Boss, do you want to form another research team to study the patina... Ahem, this kind of rock?"
Feng Yi shook his head, "No, that's not necessary."
If no one is doing research, he does plan to form a team to do it. But since some people have already started research and have produced a lot of results, there is no need for him to invest a lot of manpower and financial resources in it. There is no advantage, and there is no need to steal jobs.
Xiao Wu smiled and said, "Boss, you don't need to envy them. In fact, one ancestral factory is enough."
Feng Yi agreed with this.
Venom, this alone is enough for them to study.
This is unique to Feng Yi himself, and its toxicity is more potent and more complex than that of the previous generation or even many predecessors in the clan.
It is more toxic and more dangerous, but it also means it has higher research value.
Xiao Wu comforted him, "Because many of the important projects have a long development cycle, the benefits are not yet obvious."
Feng Yi thought about the large amount of money that appeared in his bank account every month, took a deep breath, and remained silent about the description that “the benefits are not yet obvious”.
Xiao Wu continued: "When those big projects come to fruition and the drugs are gradually developed, the profits you will receive will be enough to buy you a new luxury private jet every year. It will be easy!"
Feng Yi: “…”
Although I have long known the research value of venom, every time I hear such words, I can't help but feel my heart beating faster!
He took another breath without leaving a trace and calmed his face.
Feng Yi: "Yes, I know all this. Xiao Ding will bring the rock back to Yangcheng tomorrow."
"Okay! I'll keep the sample!"
Xiao Wu is very interested in this patina...well, this special rock.
The experimental team studying rock materials and the experimental team studying venom were developing independently. Therefore, Xiao Wu could not participate in any research projects on rock materials, nor could he learn more. All he could know and find was the information that they were willing to release.
However, the longer Xiao Wu came into contact with Feng Yi, a special race, the more he realized that many secrets were hidden in places that no one could see and would not be announced to the public.
For example, those special materials, who would have thought that these materials came from the wall of a cave in a certain mountain range
Who would have thought that it was actually a kind of "patina"? !
He was willing to be an unknown private doctor beside Feng Yi just to satisfy his curiosity and explore more secrets that ordinary people could not access. Such a life would be more interesting, wasn't it
No regrets!
Doctor Xiao Wu sighed inwardly and took action immediately after the call. Before Xiao Ding came back, he adjusted his work plan and must treat this rare patina with the best mental state... Ahem, special materials.
On the other side, Feng Yi finished talking to Xiao Wu and then made a video call to the housekeeper.
The housekeeper should not be busy at this time.
As usual, the butler answered the call quickly.
It was just that the camera was turned off and turned on after a while.
Feng Yi looked at the phone screen.
In the picture, the housekeeper seemed to have hurriedly covered something with a piece of cloth.
Looking at the scene arrangement over there, Feng Yi asked: "Are you making a model?"
The butler smiled: "Yes."
"It's getting late, please protect your eyes." Feng Yi said, and wanted to look for anything else in the video, such as what kind of model the housekeeper was making.
Unfortunately, the housekeeper’s protective measures were too good, and it’s impossible to tell what the model was like.
I don't know if there is any ulterior motive, such as adding some details that shouldn't exist.
After not seeing each other for a while, the butler saw Feng Yi and the smile on his face deepened, then frowned slightly, "You've lost weight!"
Feng Yi: "It's just a small problem, I'll fix it soon."
After chatting with the housekeeper about daily life for a while, Feng Yi mentioned the mountain range where he was going on this mission and asked:
"Did my aunt go to the mountains often in the past?"
The butler replied: "As far as I know, not much. As for what I don't know, it's hard to say."
Feng Yi expressed his understanding.
The housekeeper didn't gain the trust of the aunt very early, so he might not know what the aunt did when she was young. During the abnormal climate period, the social instability and global turmoil made it easier to go to sea and less likely to be discovered. When they reached a certain stage of development, they wanted to find a suitable place to shed their skin. Compared with the mountains, it was better to go to the sea.
There is energy material that can be produced in the mountains, but the generation rate is too slow and the amount is not large.
The mountains are indeed a good place, but they are not sufficient to support growth and development after a hundred years.
He may not even make it to eighty.
Feng Yi didn't dare to compare his lifespan with that of his ancestors. He thought that as long as his lifespan wasn't much shorter than his aunt's, it would be good enough.
I chatted with the housekeeper for a while before ending the call.
In the house in Yangcheng.
After finishing the call with Feng Yi, the butler sat by the window, took off his glasses, and looked out the window without focusing.
He recalled the conversation he had with that person.
At that time, Ms. Feng was about to die, and Feng Yi was chosen as the successor.
At that time, Feng Yi was a complete stranger to the housekeeper.
When the butler got the information about the heir, he just glanced at it casually. He knew that the information he could find was not important.
He asked: "What kind of person is Feng Yi? Will he be more talented?"
How did Ms. Feng respond at that time
"Feng Yi..."
"I don't know what his talent is, but I hope he doesn't have to be too strong, so he can live longer."
The housekeeper knew that the current environment on this planet was not so friendly to this special ethnic group.
It is as if this planet has drawn a lifeline for the individuals of this ethnic group, limiting their development to a certain stage. Once they reach this stage, their lives will come to an end.
The more talented an individual is, the sooner he or she will meet his or her end.
"You don't need to be too smart, nor do you need to have great talent. Just be ordinary and just about average. Maybe if you can live for more than 100 years, that's also a kind of luck."
In order to survive, the suppressor gene sounds a warning.
Perhaps tens of millions of years later, in order for individuals to continue to survive, inhibitory genes in their genetic material took further control, turning them into smaller, less energy-consuming individuals.
Generation after generation, more genes become silent and individuals gradually become ordinary.
Perhaps, one day in the future, all genes will be dormant, and no one will become like this anymore.
The butler lifted the cover, revealing the unfinished prototype model of Feng Yi that had just been covered.
Based on the anaconda, people imagine what the Titanoboa looked like 60 million years ago.
People describe the appearance of a certain ethnic group based on legends.
But imagination is just imagination after all.
"It's better to be alive."
After a while, the housekeeper sighed again, "It's better to be a little stupid."
So young, so pitiful.