The 7480 was seriously provoked by Zhuang Li, and a cold hum raised the decibel of the noise to an unbearable level.
Xuan Ming, who was closest to Zhuang Li, almost covered his ears and groaned. For a moment, he felt that his brain was about to boil. This was a resonance phenomenon caused by infrasound waves, and it was the same principle as heating in a microwave oven.
In other words, the human brain is like an egg in a microwave oven in infrasound waves, and it will explode with a bang when the resonance reaches a certain level.
Xuan Ming held his forehead, gritted his teeth silently, and at the same time did not forget to look back at Little Curly Hair.
Zhuang Li's footsteps stopped suddenly, but his voice could not hear the slightest pain: "Dad, you are waiting for me in the car, and I will send it to President Xuan." He threw the car keys at random.
This is a Rolls Royce key! Zhuang Dahai hurried to pick it up, but in the panic, he didn't realize that his son's face was whiter than paper.
Xuan Ming originally wanted to send the little curly hair to the villa, and then stay for a meal, but at this time he couldn't speak. He understands that sending himself is fake, and finding a place to slowly hide the pain is the real thing. Little Curly Hair doesn't want his father to worry about him, he is really filial.
Zhuang Haile rushed towards the Rolls-Royce, but Zhuang Li turned around and pushed Xuan Ming in front of a green belt. If it weren't for the weight of his entire body being supported by the handle of the wheelchair, he might have collapsed within a few steps.
Xuan Ming could hear the sound of his breathing, and tilted his head slightly. The blue blood vessels floating on the back of his pale hand also came into view.
When the two reached a secluded place, several bodyguards tried to surround them, but Xuan Ming waved his hand away. The little curly hair must not want more people to find his embarrassment.
Zhuang Li walked around the wheelchair and stood face to face with Xuan Ming, his head tilted towards the flower bed and lowered slightly.
7480 smiled strangely in his mind: "Host, do you feel comfortable? Do you want me to increase the frequency? Oh! Host, you have a nosebleed, can't I do it? Hee hee hee..."
Two lines of blood flowed from Zhuang Li's nostrils. Since he had already posed, the drops of blood fell down his chin into the green belt, not smearing on the expensive silver-gray suit, nor polluting the road.
Xuan Ming's eyes were deeply hurt by this scene. He hurriedly took out a bag of tissues from his trouser pocket and handed it over. He was about to ask, but he saw the little curly hair gently wave his hand, and the narrow eyes that slanted over showed a cold rejection.
Xuan Ming closed his mouth, but the muscles on the side of his cheek tightened.
"Do you know how I succeeded in starting a business in the first place?" The little curly hair didn't let him ask, so he didn't ask, but he still had something to say.
Zhuang Li silently looked down at the dripping nosebleed, as if not interested in his topic.
Xuan Ming continued: "I was very ambitious at the beginning. When I first founded Haiming, I wanted to get involved in every business, making both computers and notebooks, as well as research and development of popular products such as mobile phones and MP4. The bigger the losses, the bigger the losses. I wanted to get involved in any field, but I couldn’t do it well in any field. I also rejected the family’s investment, always thinking that I would be able to do it on my own.”
"Later I went bankrupt and was in debt of more than 80 million yuan, and I lost the money I earned exponentially." Xuan Ming took out a delicate cigarette case from his jacket pocket, but he didn't dare to open it, he just held it in his hand. play in.
He looked into the distance and sighed: "80 million, how can I pay it back, so I can only run home and ask for help. Later, I got 50 million investment from my father, cut off all other projects, from It started with the simplest integrated circuit board, but slowly helped Hai Ming up."
He turned his eyes back to the pale face of the little curly hair, and sighed: "I can see that you are in a very poor state now, and you must have encountered difficulties. I want to tell you that when your ability reaches the limit, the best The choice is to compromise, not to persevere. As long as people are still there, there is always a chance to come back, don't you think?"
7480 clapped like a seal, "The mission goal is so right! Take a good look at the host, there are reasons why people can become the richest man, you should learn more."
At the same time, it again raised the decibel of the noise.
It seemed that he had become accustomed to such mental damage, and seemed to have drained all the blood that should have been shed. Zhuang Li was slowly wiping the tip of his nose, lips and chin.
He gathered up a ball of tissue paper stained with bright red stains, threw it into the trash can on the side, turned it around, supported Xuan Ming's wheelchair with both hands, his waist was low, his head was slightly drooping, and he leaned very close to look at each other.
Xuan Ming seemed to be hugged by him, and his whole body stiffened. He was used to being a high-ranking person, but it was the first time that he was imprisoned with such a strong attitude.
"After a person's head is chopped off, consciousness can remain for a few seconds, do you know that?" Zhuang Li looked into his eyes deeply and asked in a soft voice.
Xuan Ming was forced by the bloody breath he kept breathing, and almost tilted his head to avoid it. But then, he was stuck in place by this bizarre question.
"I know, so what?" His eyes were full of doubts. This question seems to have nothing to do with the topic they discussed earlier.
"So, how did this scientific argument come to be?" Zhuang Li raised the corners of his red lips.
Xuan Ming was stunned by his weird smile for a second, and then he was dazed by this question again. Yeah, how did you come to this conclusion? Has anyone done an experiment
Thinking of this, Xuan Ming felt a chill.
Zhuang Li not only raised the corners of his lips, but even raised his slender eyebrows, "Yes, as you think, some people have done experiments, and they still use their own heads."
He leaned closer, his smile full of wickedness: "There is a biologist named Lavoisier who was framed and sentenced to death. Before going to the guillotine, he was going to use his life for the last experiment to To answer the biggest question entangled in the heart - will people still be conscious after death."
Zhuang Li tapped the end of his eyes with his slender fingertips, and his voice was low and soft: "He made an agreement with the executioner that if he is still conscious after his beheading, he will blink, and the executioner will help him count, How many times did he blink?"
"Guess what?" Zhuang Li tilted his head slightly and stared at Xuan Ming's eyes for a moment.
Xuan Ming held his breath and asked, "What's the result?"
Zhuang Li raised his lips, and his voice was light: "In the end, he blinked eleven times in total, and used his own life to prove an argument that if a person's head is cut off, his consciousness will remain for four or five seconds."
Xuan Ming was sitting rigidly in the wheelchair, but it seemed as if he had walked into another world through these narrow, bottomless eyes that were so close at hand. That world is full of mystery, but full of the brilliance of science.
He looked at each other almost obsessively, losing the ability to speak.
Zhuang Li laughed softly, and at the same time straightened his waist and said slowly: "So you see, for those of us who are engaged in scientific research, the pursuit of the unknown and the truth is everything. In our world, there is no such thing as compromise."
It turns out that the little curly hair is waiting here! Xuan Ming let out a long, careful sigh, but a dense layer of goose bumps appeared on the surface of his skin.
Before that, he had never felt the charm from others, so his eyes never stopped for anyone. But now, he suddenly understood such a word without a teacher—brain sexy.
The young man standing in front of him was so sexy that he couldn't look directly. He was indirectly telling him that even if his head was broken and his life was gone, he would not compromise the system in the slightest. He will use scientific methods to pursue his own truth and solve unknown mysteries.
Xuan Ming turned his head away, sighed silently, but quickly laughed softly.
Small curly hair is worthy of small curly hair.
The 7480 that heard this conversation became mute, and, as a result, those harsh noises were reduced by many decibels. It is said that evil ghosts are afraid of evil people. From a certain point of view, Zhuang Li is indeed more evil than the system.
Zhuang Li took out his mobile phone and straightened his curly hair at the side of the screen. He felt that he had become handsome again. Then he waved his hand and said lazily, "Goodbye President Xuan, I hope my laboratory will be fully prepared tomorrow."
"Goodbye." Xuan Ming turned his wheelchair and watched him leave.
Zhuang Li took a few steps, but he seemed to remember something in the middle, and turned back: "By the way, to correct your statement, although I am in a certain predicament, my limit is far from being reached. There is something like a ceiling. It doesn't exist for me."
He looked at the high sky above his head, his smile was very pleasant, but he was also very arrogant.
Xuan Ming was stunned in place, and he shook his head and laughed when the feeling of blood boiling gradually subsided.
The little curls boarded the Rolls-Royce and ran out of sight. Xuan Ming blinked his dry eyes, then took out his mobile phone and made a series of calls, speeding up the pace of purchasing experimental equipment.
Some equipment is only produced abroad, and the supply is very small, he will increase the money, and the price will double up and never blink. Because he knew that setting up the lab earlier would save Curly Hair earlier.
It was busy until four or five in the morning, and the equipment on the list was finally purchased, but the total investment far exceeded 1 billion US dollars.
The manager of the purchasing department broke out in a cold sweat when he submitted the report, only to find that the president nodded in satisfaction without even a single word of reprimand.
So when he went to work the next day, Zhuang Li saw a brand new laboratory with several assistants with medical doctorate degrees.
"I won't ask you what you are doing in the laboratory, whether you have produced results, it belongs to you completely. I only need one privilege." Xuan Ming said with a pair of dark circles under his eyes.
He had been busy all night to build the laboratory, but he knew even more that the little curly hair was suffering from sleeplessness and pain.
"What kind of privilege?" Zhuang Li flicked the LCD screen of a scanner with satisfaction.
"I want to come to the laboratory to visit you at any time." Xuan Ming quickly added: "Don't worry, I will never disturb your work."
Zhuang Lili agreed without thinking: "Yes."
Xuan Ming breathed a sigh of relief. He's really worried that Curly is the kind of weird scientist who likes to hide in a basement and do experiments alone, so he can't watch over his safety in time.
In fact, on the same floor of the laboratory, he also arranged a medical room, which is equipped with the most advanced medical equipment in the world and the best medical team in China. Once an accident happens to the little curly hair, they will come to the rescue as soon as possible.
Xuan Ming was tired all night, but he didn't plan to go home to catch up on sleep, but insisted on staying, wanting to see how the little curly hair grasped the system.
To be honest, he was very insecure.
7480 also smiled yin and yang: "Host, I just checked these equipment carefully, they are indeed the most advanced equipment at this stage. But I have to tell you a cruel fact, you can't catch me just by them. , you can't even touch my edge. There's a gap as deep as the Mariana Trench between me and these instruments."
Zhuang Li didn't answer, just silently turned on a machine called tMRI, and put the electrodes on his temples, eyebrows, forehead, back of the neck and other parts, and began to test.
A graph of brain waves immediately appeared on the tMRI monitor.
Zhuang Li connected to the computer, scanned and stored these waveforms, which could be transformed into several shapes every second, in the database.
7480 was silent, then asked, "What are you doing, host?"
The answer was a sneer from Zhuang Li's lips.