Author: Huang Huoqing

"You have only come to the government office where the artifact is used as the supervisor twice, but your name has been widely circulated."

Zhuang Liren put down the melon skin, put a few pieces of Tianji true energy, and cut the remaining half of the watermelon into four petals.

Hong Fan looked carefully and saw that each petal took exactly one-quarter of the center angle, so precisely as if he had used a protractor.

"Many bachelor's science turned their work towards the functional, and they followed me and Wen Zhongguan to inquire about your address."

Zhuang Liren pushed two petals of melons and said with a smile.

"Don't Zhuang tell them yet?"

Hong Fan asked.

"Of course there isn't, otherwise you'll probably have no day off."

Zhuang Liren replied.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhuang, for your understanding. Actually, I am willing to communicate with them."

Hong Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's just that it was a bit busy before; it should be better by mid-to-late June."

He said, not moving the remaining watermelon and silenced his face.

"This time I came to meet Duke Zhuang, I had a serious matter to discuss."

"I know, you said."

Zhuang Liren nodded, took the sweat towel hanging next to the chair and wiped the handle.

Hong Fan took out a few pieces of stacked paper from his arms and spread it in a clean area on the table.

"But what new ideas have you had in mathematics?"

Zhuang Liren was in a state of interest and hurriedly got up and took a closer look.

What is copied on paper is based on the theoretical basis and design ideas of several solutions for centrifugal separation, but the final numerical calculation is missing.

Zhuang Liren is an expert.

He carefully saw the engineering design from mechanical analysis and had already made a basic judgment on the use and feasibility of these solutions.

"Young people have broad ideas."

Although Zhuang Liren failed to think of the application direction immediately, he would not underestimate the value of it.

"That's all the time for most supervisors to create their lives."

"It all starts with the motion analysis of particles. Is it the cycloid problem in the last time that gave you inspiration?"

He speculated.

"It's not."

Hong Fan did not hide it.

"After a dozen days ago, I met the shopkeeper of a certain business by chance; this system was specially developed to improve their production efficiency."

Zhuang Liren was silent for a moment when he heard this, and was shocked by a little Hong Fan.

He studied for half his life and always knew that the inspiration was mysterious and unpredictable.

Sometimes I can’t find it after years of hard work, and sometimes I spread it out from a little bit and surged in an instant.

But in just over ten days, you can create such a set of things from scratch under the framework of the topic and composition. It must not belong to the category of inspiration, but completely violent.

"I understand. Alas, every time I see the young master, I have a new understanding of the disparity between people."

Zhuang Liren sighed and said with a self-deprecating look.

"So, the young master is here to find me, wanting to get some support in computing and experiments?"

He saw that there was no data in the design case, so he asked on his own initiative.

"I dare not hide it from Duke Zhuang. In fact, I have confirmed the best plan, and even made the real thing."

Hong Fan said.

"The final result was not presented to Duke Zhuang because he had made a promise to others before."

"It's okay, I'm proficient in these tricks."

Zhuang Liren does not think it is offensive.

"I took the position of the Grand Supervisor, and I was originally considered half a businessman."

"Since you are not seeking technical support for me, you must be bringing me into the group?"

He took the melon and handed it to Hong Fan.

"As Mr. Zhuang expected, this business was too big."

Hong Fan nodded and said.

"I came here this time just to hope to work together as a supervisor."

"You're looking for the right person. The cement factory that was endless day and night outside was built by me - at that time I was just a small prisoner."

Zhuang Liren said proudly.

"When it comes to mathematics, the young master's attainments are outstanding, but Zhuang has been immersed in business for half his life."

"By the way, how big is the business you are talking about?"

He chewed the melon and asked casually.

"The annual net profit started at 500,000 trump cards."

Hong Fan replied.

When Zhuang Liren heard this, he choked into the trachea with a mouthful of watermelon and coughed repeatedly.

"Ahem, 500,000 guan? Could it be that the young master said it wrong, it is 50,000 guan?"

He used his true energy to clear the trachea and sprayed the melon meat out of his nose, so that he could reply.

"It's indeed 500,000 yuan. If you try to expand, it's probably even bigger."

Hong Fan said seriously.

"No wonder you are coming to find me."

Zhuang Liren also became serious.

The number of 500,000 jin can not be regarded as a major sect, and even a first-class aristocratic sect cannot be regarded as lightly.

“This is a huge profit.”

Hong Fan smiled bitterly.

"Not only me, even the entire Jin Hai Hong family can't afford it."

"So I have to come and find Duke Zhuang - based on my current appetite, if I eat too much, I will choke myself to death."

Zhuang Liren nodded silently and pondered for a long time.

"To be honest, there are not many businesses that can achieve this scale inside and outside Xijing City."

"There are even fewer people who have nothing to do with the instrument's supervisor."

"I know it in my heart..."

Just as he was about to give a reply, a small head came in outside.

"Sir, come outside to report that the uncle and second master of the He family are waiting outside the government office."

A Nian said crisply.

"Because it was an urgent matter, I did not send a message in advance."

"Do you want them to come?"

He asked, his eyes stuck to the three watermelons uncontrollably.

Hearing this, Hong Fan and Zhuang Liren were both stunned.

They also noticed each other's performance.

"Young Master Hong, why don't we receive it together?"

Zhuang Liren asked with a smile.

"No, I'd better avoid it."

Hong Fan waved his hand, went to the side wing to wait, and brought a watermelon to A Nian at the door.

About a quarter of an hour later, the boy came to knock on the door again.

"Sir, look for you to go there."

He said and added another sentence.
To be continued...