Looking at Mo Jingchun, who seemed indifferent, Qin Yuzhu found that she really couldnât understand him more and more.
People say Mo Jingchun doesnât care about money, but this guy values money more than anyone. Itâs not because Mo Jingchun is desperately greedy for money; itâs purely because he scrambles for it all for his sister.
Yet, looking at him now, he doesnât seem like a businessman at all.
The glasses in his hand, which can adjust their prescription, are unique. More importantly, once marketed, theyâll definitely be warmly received by both nearsighted and farsighted people.
Considering such a huge market, itâs clear that the material value of the lenses is invaluable.
If Mo Jingchun knew Qin Yuzhuâs thoughts at this moment, he would definitely smile broadly.
This new composite material, if it were so easy to decipher, countries wouldnât have to [block] these synthetic materials from each other.
The reason for the [block] is precisely because they donât know the formula and production steps, and the necessary production environment, which makes it impossible to produce the same synthetic materials.
And even if the materials were deciphered, Mo Jingchun would still be as steady as a mountain and wonât lose his composure.
Thereâre control methods for changing the shape of the lenses too.
"Iâll give you these glasses for free. Take them back and study them closely."
"If they can really be deciphered, Iâd really have to consider mixing in some other raw materials, to mislead those with ulterior motives."
Of course, what Mo Jingchun didnât say is that the lens of these smart nearsighted glasses originally had some irrelevant raw materials added.
Hearing Mo Jingchun mention people with ulterior motives, and thinking about the stuff researched at Candy Technology, whether itâs algorithms, medicines, or the current new materials, all these are very important to the country and need to be prevented from falling into the hands of bad guys.
Thinking of this, Qin Yuzhu felt that just veterans might be insufficient. After all, no matter how strong oneâs fitness is, without weapons in hand, fighting bad guys empty-handed would be very disadvantageous.
Directly protecting Candy Technology was worrisome, concerned about what Mo Jingchun might think.
Just when Mo Jingchun mentioned it, Qin Yuzhu took the chance to ask:
"I see that the area surrounding your company is quite open. Want me to help apply to have SWAT stationed next to your companyâs park?"
SWAT? The kind that goes pew-pew-pew~?
Mo Jingchun became interested.
Excitedly rubbing his hands, Mo Jingchun asked, "I remember SWAT isnât part of the military, right? You guys can still get SWAT here?"
"Canât I apply?" Hmm? Why does it feel like Mo Jingchunâs speaking style is getting more like his?
"That sounds great!"
"No need to build new houses anywhere!"
"Look at how spacious my park is."
Mo Jingchun waved his big hand, smiling so wide his mouth couldnât close, saying, "Iâll give them the ground floor of the lab building as an office space, and they can live in the apartment building."
"Training is even easier; let them build wherever they want in the park."
As Mo Jingchun got more enthusiastic as he spoke, Qin Yuzhu suddenly felt her worries were completely unnecessary.
It seemed like Mo Jingchun couldnât be happier with the idea of the state moving an army base into his park.
If this treatment were real, Mo Jingchun might wake up laughing from his dreams.
"Stop, stop, stop! Letâs pause here first."
"I havenât even applied yet, besides, whether itâll get approved is still a question mark."
"With Qin around, thereâs definitely no problem. I feel this could work."
Goodness, here we go again with the flattery.
Qin Yuzhu shook her head and stood up.
"Are there any other matters? If not, Iâll be leaving."
"I canât be as leisurely as Boss Mo, with the sun already up and not out of bed yet."
Mo Jingchun thought for a moment, realizing there wasnât anything else.
"Will Qin stay for lunch before leaving?"
"Maybe next time."
At the South Gate entrance, Mo Jingchun watched as the military vehicle disappeared at the roadâs end, then turned to head back to the dormitory for a bit more sleep.
As soon as he turned, he was startled by his uncle, who was standing very close behind him.
"Uncle, you standing so close behind me startled me."
Zhou Xing didnât immediately answer Mo Jingchunâs question but instead looked at the road where the military vehicle could no longer be seen, shook his head, and muttered to himself:
"Looks good, but she seems older, probably more than ten years older than Xiaochun."
"What a pity."
Uncle, true to form, is legendary and always has surprising words.
Mo Jingchun was given a shiver by his uncleâs surprising words; fortunately, Qin Yuzhu was already far enough not to hear, otherwise, Mo Jingchun wouldâve been embarrassed to seek a hole to crawl into.
Not just Mo Jingchun, even the two security personnel standing at the gate twitched at the corners of their mouths upon hearing the elderâs words.
Regaining his composure, Mo Jingchun helplessly said to his uncle, "Uncle, Iâm only 19."
Zhou Xing chuckled coldly, "Still saying youâre 19? Youâre pretending to be young in front of your uncle? Youâre already 20."
"Okay, okay, even if Iâm 20, Iâm still not at the age to get married."
Zhou Xing pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and inhaled. However, he inhaled too aggressively, failed to act cool, and instead choked on the smoke.
"Cough, cough, cough~"
With a flushed face, Zhou Xing glared at Mo Jingchun and said, "When your uncle was your age, I was already married."
"You say youâre in your early twenties and still unmarried. How can I, as your uncle, not worry?"
"Sometimes, Iâm worried sick that I canât sleep at night."
Come on, rounding off numbers should not be like thisâthey said twenty and now suddenly itâs twenty-something.
At this rate, itâd end up calculating him as a centenarian.
Mo Jingchun sighed, rubbing his forehead, "Uncle, Iâm not even at the legal marriage age yet, no hurry to get married. Besides, your nephew here is not worried about finding a wife, okay?"
Zhou Xing glanced at Mo Jingchun, letting out another cold chuckle.
"Does that affect your marriage? Donât you have to date for a few years first?"
"Besides, so what if youâre not at the legal marriage age? You can still get married anyways. Worst case, just get the certificate later."
Mo Jingchun, unable to argue with his uncle, resorted to the big guns.
"Oh really? Uncle."
"How about I introduce a few excellent classmates to my cousin? Maybe itâll be not long before you can hold a grandchild, Uncle."
Zhou Xing was startled, his eyes wide, "She dares!"
"If she dares to get pregnant before marriage, Iâll break her legs."
With that, Zhou Xing looked at Mo Jingchun, "And yours too."
Mo Jingchun figured it was pointless to continue this discussion; wasnât this blatant double standard?
The cousin is just a few months younger, yet the treatment is entirely different.
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