At 8 o'clock in the morning, as soon as Yan Hao arrived at the laboratory, he received a urging message from the Papillon, asking if he could give the data on time.
"Are you in such a hurry?" Seeing that the other party was in a hurry, Yan Hao immediately opened up more than half of the math problems he had solved last night, and continued to solve them.
When he was eating breakfast just now, he went through the process of writing out last night in his mind again. At this time, the writing was smooth, and it took only one hour and twenty minutes to finish the previous formula.
Yan Hao saw that the time was still early, so he quickly went through the formula again, and after confirming that it was correct, he clicked Save, uploaded it to the mailbox, and when he was about to send it to Babyworm, Yan Hao suddenly stopped.
[You have to remember that every formula and every value you write is money.]
"Should I charge money for the formula I wrote?" Yan Hao frowned in confusion, "But Babes are my friends, so I shouldn't charge money for helping friends. But, I also agreed to my senior's request." .”
"Also, even if you have to charge money, how do you set the price?"
It took Yan Hao only two minutes to check and calculate his problem-solving process, but he spent eight minutes thinking about this problem, until the urging message from Papillon came again.
Papillon: [Good day, are you finished?]
Yan Hao hasn't decided on a price yet: [Can you wait a little longer?]
Papillon: [How long will it take? I have set a time for using the super optical brain with the laboratory. If it takes a long time, I will cancel the scheduled time first and let others use it.]
Good day: [No, just a few minutes.]
Yan Hao thought about it for a few more minutes, and finally decided on the price. However, he did not send an email to Bobby Chong first, but sent a message to Bobby Chong first.
Good day: [I finished writing?]
Papillon: [So fast? Then you send me an email, and I will go to the super optical brain room now.]
Good day: [I have something to tell you.]
Papillon: [You say.]
Yan Hao took a deep breath, but still wrote out the speech he had prepared: [I promised my brother that every formula I write will be charged.]
On the other side of the optical brain, Babies froze on the spot when they saw the message from Rian.
"Senior, I'm not wrong, you netizen is a liar. The result of this optical brain checking calculation is not necessarily correct, so you have to collect money first, it is shameless." The young man said strangely.
Papillon told his teacher about Ri'an solving the math problem yesterday, so at this time, the teacher was standing behind him. The old man who was originally full of expectations, when he saw this sentence, the disappointment in his eyes even surpassed the anger. He thought that someone really solved this formula.
Papillon was also very disappointed, even a little sad. Although he had never met Ri'an, he once regarded Ri'an as a friend.
Just when Papillon was about to reject Rian's request, another new message came from the other side.
Good day: [Is one hundred star coins okay?]
Papillon blinked, then blinked again: "One hundred star coins?"
The old man who had already turned to leave stopped in his tracks after hearing the apprentice's exclamation.
"Teacher, I only need one hundred star coins for good day? This amount, I can't be a liar." One hundred star coins, at most, is the price of a meal. Which liar spent a day and a night solving problems, and finally only cheated for a meal
"He only needs one hundred star coins?" the old man confirmed.
"Teacher, look." Bobby Chong showed the old man the message that Yan Hao sent just now.
The old man glanced at it, pondered for a moment, and said, "Give him one hundred star coins."
It's just one hundred star coins, if you can't buy it, you will suffer a loss, and you won't be fooled if you buy it.
Baby Bug nodded, and immediately transferred 100 star coins from the backstage of Apollo.com.
After Yan Hao sent the message, he was always very nervous. This was the first time he asked someone for money, and he was afraid that the Bobby would be angry. It wasn't until the Bobby transferred the money directly that he let out a slow breath and put The data uploaded a long time ago was sent to the Babes.
"It's here." Babyworm received the email and clicked it immediately.
All the people present were geniuses in mathematics. They only glanced at the above formula and immediately judged that the things sent by Ri'an were not random scribbles. The eyelids of the three twitched suddenly, and they couldn't help but continued to read until they finished the whole problem-solving process.
"Old... Teacher?" Babe's voice was a little excited.
"To enter data?" the old man said.
"Yes." Babe turned around and ran towards the super optical brain room.
After the data was sent, Yan Hao thought about it, and sent a screenshot of the received hundred star coins to Sheng Heng.
Sheng Heng: [?]
Yan Hao giggled: [This is the money I earned from selling formulas.]
Only one hundred star coins
Although Sheng Heng didn't know what formula Yan Hao was selling, the formula he wrote shouldn't be at such a low price. He stood up and wanted to go to a place where no one was around to call Yan Hao: "Mom, I'll go out and make a phone call."
Mother Sheng glanced at her son, thinking that he was nervous, so she nodded.
Only then did Sheng Heng go out, went to the garden, found an empty corner, and made a video call to Yan Hao.
"Senior?"
As soon as the phone was connected, Sheng Heng saw Yan Hao's shining eyes. His face, which had been tense all the time, couldn't help softening, and asked, "Sold the formula so quickly?"
"It's not considered a sale. In fact, a friend of mine asked me to help solve the problem. I thought I promised you that I would charge you money, but I was afraid that it would be bad to charge too much, so I only charged one hundred." Yan Hao said.
It turned out that it was a friend who helped, no wonder I only charged so much.
"You did a good job? If the other party is really your friend, they will definitely not let you suffer." Sheng Heng said.
"Babyworms helped me a lot before." Yan Hao said.
"That's good." Sheng Heng smiled.
"Senior, did you help me find the mecha core of Fengleishi?" Yan Hao asked.
"Sorry, I've been busy these days, so I haven't taken care of it yet." Sheng Heng apologized.
"It's okay, senior, you can do your own business first. I'll call you, did I bother you?"
"This call is from me." Sheng Heng said with a helpless smile.
"Yes." Yan Hao scratched his head in a daze.
"Xiaohao..." Sheng Heng paused, then suddenly asked, "When do you think mech pilots can realize mimic manipulation?"
Yan Hao's heart skipped a beat, could it be that the senior has already found out that I am going to give him a gift
"Senior, why do you ask this?" Yan Hao asked cautiously.
"I just think that my junior is so smart, maybe if you study it, you might be able to make a breakthrough soon." Sheng Heng said calmly, but only he knew the hope hidden under that calmness.
He came to the hospital today to make a match, to ensure that the level of mental power would not be greatly affected after the cloned hands were transplanted. Once it is confirmed that it can be transplanted, Lin's research institute will start to clone his hands, and the cultivation can be successful in one and a half months, and then the operation will be performed. When he goes back to school, he will have a pair of healthy hands.
At the price of this, the "God of War", which symbolizes the glory of the family, will be handed over to the Situ family.
He longed to have a pair of healthy hands, but he didn't want to give away the glory of the family because of her, but he had to accept the love of his parents and brother.
"That depends on the level of the mecha. If it is a level five mecha, it shouldn't be too difficult." Yan Hao said conservatively.
Sheng Heng was startled, and asked, "Isn't level five mecha difficult?"
"Not big."
"Are you so sure?" Sheng Heng couldn't help being a little excited.
"I've been researching the mimic sensing system recently. I've done the math. With the current mimic system program, after another year, I can definitely reach the operational strength of a fifth-level mech." Yan Hao deliberately extended the time to one year. , so that when the holiday is over and the senior returns to school, he can still give him a surprise.
"One year?" Sheng Heng's eyes lit up.
"One year is enough." Yan Hao reaffirmed.
"You said one year is enough, then it must be enough." Sheng Heng stood up from the bench suddenly, "Xiao Hao, thank you."
"Ah?" Yan Hao was a little confused.
"Xiao Hao, I still have something to do, I'll talk to you later." After finishing speaking, Sheng Heng hung up the phone, got up and walked back.
Back to the previous lounge, there were already two more people inside, namely the head of the Lin family and the person in charge of the Lin family laboratory.
"It just so happens that Sheng Heng is back." The Patriarch of the Lin family said with a smile, "Your matching data has come out, and the matching rate is 99.99%. Congratulations. After transplanting your new arm, your mental power level will only drop by a small level. .”
When Sheng's mother heard the result, her nervous expression obviously relaxed, and she looked at Sheng Heng with a smile. But the expression on Sheng Heng's face did not show a joyful smile like the head of the Lin family, but was very calm.
"Sheng Heng, would you like to take a look for yourself?" The head of the Lin family sent over the test report in his hand, "As long as we sign the agreement in a while, our laboratory can start cultivating immediately, one and a half months, or even earlier, you will have A pair of healthy hands."
"No need." Sheng Heng didn't go to pick up the test report, "I don't plan to transplant my arm anymore."
"Sheng Heng?!" Sheng's mother exclaimed.
Patriarch Lin was also surprised: "Sheng Heng, you have to think about it clearly. There is only the last bit left of the potion we cultivated. If you miss this opportunity, there will be no next time."
"Thank you Patriarch Lin for your concern. I've made it clear that I won't have a transplant." After finishing speaking, Sheng Heng went directly to pull his mother and left the waiting room.
Sheng Heng didn't let go of his mother until he left the hospital building.
"Sheng Heng, what are you doing? Didn't we agree before?" Mother Sheng asked in confusion.
"Mom, my wish is very simple. I just need to be able to drive a mecha, become a mecha warrior, go to the battlefield like my father and big brother, and kill insects. I am satisfied."
"But if you don't heal your hand, how can you drive the mecha?"
"A friend of mine said that in just one year, the mimic control system of the fifth-level mecha can be realized." Sheng Heng said, "As long as I have a fifth-level mecha, I can still go to the battlefield. Therefore, God of War can't let it go."