Deep Space Fleet

One p.m.

At the desk, Professor Wang Zhong, who is over eighty years old, is reading a document with a red head.

As the reading progressed, his mood gradually became worse.

"Notice on Cancellation of Special Aviation Tax"

"The special aviation construction tax will be officially abolished on December 31, 2264, hereby announce..."

"What should come still has to come."

The special aviation tax is a kind of support for the "Deep Space Program" by the coalition government. All participating countries pay this part of the tax every year.

Now, this tax is about to be abolished.

Professor Wang Zhong heaved a long sigh. With the deepening of thinking, the wrinkles on his forehead were like hills and valleys.

In this era, with the advancement of medical technology, especially the emergence of 3D bio-organ printing, the average lifespan of human beings has reached 110 years old, and the healthy ones can even live to 140 years old. But the age of eighty is still a little bit older, and Wang Zhong's energy decline made Wang Zhong start to feel a little powerless in scientific research.

However, as an academician of the Academy of Sciences, no matter how old he is, his IQ is far beyond ordinary people.

He is a restless person. He is old, and it is good to use some spare energy. It is not a big problem to take some master's students, and he can also handle some administrative work by the way.

As a science advisor to the Deep Space Foundation, there are endless things to do every day.

The more he looked at the document that had just been promulgated, the more frustrated he became.

Time does not pass around, if he was younger, in his twenties or thirties, he would definitely fight for his reasons in the meeting. Even if this kind of dispute won't have much effect...

Wang Zhong made a phone call, trying to make his tone more gentle: "...Don't they know that, if the Earth Times wants to accelerate to 7/1000 of the speed of light, it needs the support of the Jupiter base!"

"Manufacturing an ultra-long-distance optical path will cost a lot of money!"

A middle-aged male voice came from the other side of the phone: "Professor Wang, tax cuts are the general trend of the times, and it is not something we can stop. This resolution has been studied for a long time, and it is not a temporary idea. President Lin of the foundation It's already..."

Wang Zhong said unwillingly: "If the speed of sailing is less than 7/1000 of the speed of light, do you know the consequences? In a journey of 3000 years, any change will have a chain reaction like dominoes..."

"Professor Wang, we are trying to find a way. Don't worry, even if you sell a lot of assets, you will still be able to make up enough money."

Wang Zhong hung up the phone and sighed again.

Also, for politicians, the "Earth Age" has been built long ago, and of course the taxes collected from the people have to be exempted. To be reasonable, this additional tax has been levied for more than 40 years, and the people have long complained.

But……

Where the follow-up funds will come from is still a big question.

Although the Deep Space Foundation has a large family and a large number of industries, without the financial support of the coalition government, it is impossible to withstand such a huge demand for funds. Selling assets is not a wise choice, and selling them indiscriminately in the capital market will only make those capital predators cheaper. The market is bloodless, the more anxious they are to sell, the lower the price they will charge.

Furthermore, the purpose of their Deep Space Foundation is not just to launch one colony spacecraft, but ten, twenty, or even a hundred. These assets are their roots!

At this moment, the office door knocked lightly a few times.

"Please come in!" Wang Zhong pulled back his thoughts and said.

A young girl walked in, who was his student Xu Yunjing.

The girl said softly: "Teacher, there are some reporters outside who want to interview you. They are a group of foreigners, do you know them?"

"Foreigner?"

"It seems that some humanistic association... wants us to donate to poor areas."

"If you don't accept it, just say I'm not here!"

When the issue of money was involved, Wang Zhong raised his eyebrows and raised his voice: "If you think about it with your ass, you can see what they are here for! Although our foundation has many industries, the money is not brought by strong winds, but by all Created by scientists!"

"...Don't talk to that kind of reporters in the future, especially foreign reporters. They like to dig a hole for you to jump in. If you accidentally say a wrong sentence, they will make a big fuss and report all kinds of nonsense!"

Xu Yunjing was disheartened by the words. It can be seen that my instructor is in a bad mood.

Xia Guo is a country that exports energy to foreign countries. Domestic electricity costs 3 cents per kilowatt-hour, which can be said to be a kind of social welfare.

But it is difficult to sell electricity abroad. The labor of Xia people cannot be sold cheaply, and the electricity needs to be profitable.

According to the contribution of the original research on nuclear fusion, some countries cost 8 cents per degree, while others pay 30 cents per degree.

Anyway, if you like it or not, you don't have to pull it down.

The reason is nothing more than the high monopoly of controlled nuclear fusion projects. This hugely difficult project almost integrates the most cutting-edge technology of mankind, and not every country can do it with a pat on the head.

Xu Yunjing thought for a while, and said embarrassedly: "Teacher, if you don't accept the interview, it will affect you badly."

"Affect? ​​Affect ass! If you don't use electricity, you will starve to death? Is 30 cents a kilowatt-hour of electricity expensive? What kind of human rights, it is obvious that you want to use electricity cheaply!"

Wang Zhong scolded angrily: "...you didn't put much effort into research, so why do you want to pick peaches now?"

"This is the national interest!"

"If you want a cheaper electricity price, you have to send representatives to negotiate with the government, instead of engaging in public opinion offensives here and there to win the sympathy of our people!"

Wang Zhong was well aware of the truth that too much talk would lead to loss, so he didn't bother to argue with this group of reporters. He just took the opportunity to educate his students to be "political sensitive".

No matter what you do, you have to have emotional intelligence.

"Especially girls, don't be generous to others because of the heart attack!"

Xu Yunjing was educated, so she stopped thinking about it. She said with a little embarrassment: "Oh, and... that brother's son wants to visit you. Do you have time?"

"Brother? What brother?"

"It's that...Senior Brother Zhang!" Xu Yunjing gestured with both hands.

Wang Zhong was taken aback for a moment, and quickly realized. His expression slowed down, and a softness flashed across his face.

Zhang Qiming, his most talented disciple, is the operator of the main control system of "Earth Times". All his students, whether they are doctoral or master students, call Zhang Qiming "senior brother".

As for... his son?

It seems that I have never heard of it.

Oh, it's not that I haven't heard of it, but I have long forgotten it. Everyone knows Einstein, but no one wants to remember Einstein's son.

Recalling the scene where Zhang Qiming passed away and the white-haired man gave off the black-haired man, Wang Zhong sighed: "Oh, bring his son here."

...