He is gone!

Through the thick glass window facing the desk, Zhu Guoqiang looked out. At this time, twilights had already fallen in the central business district of North Shanghai. However, looking out from the building, electric lights were still on on the floors of many buildings, even in this world, overtime is common.

However, for Zhu Guoqiang, he does not need to work overtime, but in the past few days, Zhu Guoqiang has been working overtime every day chatting with Li Cunzhi.

What are you talking about?

There are all kinds of topics, but all topics are centered around how to drag down the Frank Empire in future competitions!

In fact, what is the most central topic of all this? It is how to leave them far behind in this technological competition and let the Ming Dynasty return to the top of the world.

The top of the world does not mean national strength, but technology!

As for national strength, even now, no country can challenge the Ming Dynasty. However, technically speaking, after two hundred years of chasing, whether it is the vassal state or the Frank, they have already caught up with the Ming Dynasty in some procedure.

After all, in this era where the overall technical level is equivalent to the 1930s and 1940s, there is no actual gap in catching up.

"I hope everything will be as I wish!"

Zhu Guoqiang muttered to himself silently.

In fact, he couldn't guarantee whether he was right or wrong in doing so, but this was some kind of attempt. And on the other hand, he hoped to stimulate the technological progress of the Ming Dynasty in this way. Through top-down efforts, the Ming Dynasty will remain ahead in technology.

Now that Li Cunzhi has returned, what changes will he bring after he returns to Nanjing?

Zhu Guoqiang didn't know that, so he could only rely on his hopes for the future.

In fact, he quite believed in Li Cunzhi's action. The chat at least two years ago was not in vain. He had done some things.

At this time, Natasha came over.

"Boss, this is the high-speed railway report you need from the Great Northern Railway Company."

Natasha put the report he needed on the table and returned to the outside of the office.

“High-speed railway!”

Zhu Guoqiang couldn't help laughing.

After Li Cunzhi returned to Nanjing two years ago, he has been promoting the development of high-speed railways. Although he did not have the support of the Ministry of Industry, he still promoted this plan through the Northern Railway Company. Jin Gongfu is the major shareholder of the railway company.

"Distributed power, maximum speed of 235 kilometers per hour..."

Looking at the contents of the report, Zhu Guoqiang nodded from time to time. One thing he could be sure was that the high-speed rail of the Ming Dynasty must have been influenced by himself.

"I hope this is a good start!"

Zhu Guoqiang silently said to himself that, in fact, he has become indifferent to many things now. He may have created this empire, but so what? He does not have the ability and cannot influence the development of this empire.

In any case, this empire will always embark on its own development path. What if a war breaks out with the Frank Empire?

"Actually, you can't control everything!"

Zhu Guoqiang said to himself.

Then he glanced at his office. Yes, all you can control is this office.

"At least you can start your life here again!"

...

Before dawn, Zhao Ping'an got up. He is over fifty years old and will get up at five in the morning every day and start working.

Even as a butler, he also lives on the first floor, upstairs, which is the master's world.

After he walked out of the bedroom, he came to the servant's room, and as usual, sixteen maids, six male servants, and four drivers were already standing in line.

He looked at everyone for a while and nodded silently. He didn't say anything, but after he nodded, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. As servants, they should also pay attention to their personal appearance, and servants are also the face of their masters.

Until this time, a man said with courage,

"Butler, today is my mother's birthday, and I want to take a day off."

"A day is not enough. You should spend two more days with her. Let Anton take you home later. By the way, Mina, you can make a birthday cake for Mrs. Chen."

"Thank you, butler!"

Afterwards, Zhao Ping'an sent the servants to work quickly. They must prepare for today.

At this time, a young maid happened to be walking in the corridor, and she was walking very hard.

Before Zhao Ping'an could speak, the foreman maid scolded him harshly.

"You walk too loudly. Going upstairs like this will affect the sleep of the master and his wife! If you don't want to lose this job, it's best to take your steps lighter!"

Regarding all this, Zhao Ping'an just looked at them quietly. As servants, they had to undergo frequent and long-term training. In the Ming Dynasty, servants were not a simple job. Even as early as the Qiansheng period, rules had been formed. There were even special training classes for boys or girls about fourteen years old who received two years of training in the training class and could only work at the master's home after graduation.

Why is this happening?

Because at that time, countless alien women dreamed of becoming maids. But they had to receive training. Over time, all servants needed to undergo rigorous training.

But even so, they have to observe and practice for a long time in the owner's home, and some people are not suitable for commissioners.

"Please pay attention to your steps. Even if the master urges you very quickly, you can only walk in small steps and lift and fall gently. This is the minimum standard. The best servant is the shadow. You will follow the master, but it is best not to let people pay attention to your existence. Do you understand?"

Zhao Ping'an said.

As a servant in the Ming Dynasty, it was not a simple job. Of course, the servants were also rewarded. Just like Zhao Ping'an himself, his annual income was even the same as that of university professors. As for the maids, their income was far greater than that of ordinary female staff.

"Thank you, butler."

Nodding slightly, Zhao Ping'an came to the kitchen again, carefully checking whether the ingredients for breakfast were fresh, and even checking the time when the milk was delivered. As the butler, he must pay attention to these details.

"Very good, follow the recipe C to prepare breakfast."

While the chef and the chef were preparing breakfast, he walked towards the ironing room on the stairs.

The male servant Qiao Shan was preparing an iron there. Every day he would eat breakfast, Adam who would burn the newspaper for the master. The newspaper delivered in the morning had not dried out yet. If it was delivered directly to the master's hands, it would be possible to dye the master's fingers with ink, which would definitely affect the master's mood.

Therefore, the male servants need to dry and flatten the newspaper with an iron in advance, and send the dry and tidy newspapers to the dining table for the owner to read during breakfast. Of course, in addition to this, they also need to iron the banknotes, just a few notes with small face value. This is not only to make the banknotes beautiful, sterilized, and to use for the master and his wife. Although they often keep accounts in department stores, they will inevitably need some cash.

These tasks are repeated every day.

At least in the past three years, from the day Zhao Ping'an became the housekeeper on the recommendation of his former employer, he has strictly followed all this.

When he was preparing at 5 o'clock in the morning, pointing the hour hand to seven o'clock, Zhao Ping'an went upstairs to say hello to the master.

Arriving on the second floor, stepping on the luxurious Persian carpet, along the corridor, he came to the door of the most luxurious bedroom in the entire manor, and then stood there quietly, following two maids by him.

Even as a housekeeper, at this time, all he needs is waiting.

A few minutes later, the wife's voice came from the room.

"Xheli."

It was the lady who was summoning the maid, and then he pushed open the door.

"Master, Madam!"

Then he bowed his head and said respectfully,

"Good morning."

"Um!"

Nodded slightly, Zhu Guoqiang went out directly, and Zhao Ping'an followed him.

"Master, breakfast is ready."

"Thank you,"

Zhu Guoqiang smiled. He had nothing inappropriate to all of this. The rich people of the Ming Dynasty also had their own habits of living. In fact, all people are always used to enjoying some kind of privilege, even if it was bought with money, just like the life that was served by everyone now.

As usual, when he was enjoying breakfast, Zhu Guoqiang would look through the newspaper. When he saw the news of the jet bomber test flight in the newspaper, he just smiled inadvertently.

In the past three years, Daqingshi has undergone some changes. The cabinet has formulated a "Technology Promotion Plan" plan to provide a total of up to 5 billion yuan to various universities and enterprises within ten years to support them in scientific research. Stimulated by this plan, Daming immediately entered an era of great technological outbreak... No, it should have been the eve of the previous day.

Everything is pretty good!

Of course, Zhu Guoqiang felt that he was undoubtedly lucky because he happened to catch up with the microprocessor he invested in half a year ago. Finally, the microprocessor he invested in was making practical progress. The "Huawei Company" he founded took the lead in launching the 8-bit microprocessor 1001, integrating the computing power of a computer that occupied half of the room into a chip the size of a fingernail, and the price was only 60 yuan.

Is this a miracle?

Of course not. In fact, before he arrived, scholars of the Ming Dynasty had already invented transistors and integrated circuits, and they had even developed relatively primitive electronic computers. Now all he did was to gather a group of scientists and then go along the path of another world.

“Everything is pretty good.”

Zhu Guoqiang said to himself.

"When this year's Huaxi Expo, the world's first personal computer may be exhibited."

After the chip was successfully developed, the company also developed a personal computer. The functions of this machine are much more powerful. In addition to being able to connect to external monitors, it also has a built-in floppy drive, printer and keyboard. Its functions are very close to that of later personal computers. Of course, it is not aimed at the home market. After all, its price is not something that ordinary people can afford. According to Zhu Guoqiang's idea, it is more likely to replace the electronic accounting system used by banks.

But taking this step, who knows what will happen in the future?

But Zhu Guoqiang knew what kind of wealth would be like in the future!

One thing that is certain is that in the future, Huaxia Microelectronics Company will bring him countless wealth, which can at least ensure that he and his children have no worries about food and clothing.

Looking at the children walking into the restaurant with Nina, Zhu Guoqiang laughed!

His son is four years old and his daughter is three years old.

Just as he wanted to talk to his son, the phone ringing suddenly remembered, who would be there at this time?
To be continued...