"Slow down, slow down..."
"Be careful, don’t rush..."
Everyone was moving the batteries, as cautiously as if they were carrying their own little ones.
Zhang Feng and Old Liu were in the control room, watching the screen.
Meanwhile, most of the researchers and electrical staff, upon receiving the batteries, began appropriately modifying the power lines and replacing the internal grid.
During this process, data and some transmissions had to be suitably interrupted.
But they also kept a portion of the facilities running to handle normal processes.
Old Liu watched for a while and suddenly laughed, "President Zhang, we’re really like the celestial realm now, a science fiction celestial realm in real life."
"What celestial realm." Zhang Feng shook his head, "My idea is to spread it quickly, then liberate more manpower and resources.
Especially there’s something else."
Zhang Feng spoke frankly with Old Liu, "Once every household uses the Z1 battery, they can save on electricity bills.
The saved money can be used to buy medicine or whatever.
It can even be spread to more places.
There are still good people abroad; you can’t dismiss them all."
Zhang Feng only wanted data now, so global data should still be shared when possible.
As for the processing, leave it to the officials to negotiate.
With so many scholars as a foundation, they will definitely provide a relatively better answer.
"For foreign countries? Not necessarily," Old Liu smiled, "Of course, when I say not necessarily, it’s not denying that there are good people abroad.
But in our country, we can resolve more people’s economic burdens with just a word.
However, foreign bigwigs and politicians, if they get the technology, though they won’t charge for electricity, they’ll certainly enforce some ’solar tax’ on their citizens.
As for their electric bureau, it could be called the solar bureau."
Old Liu laughed at this, and suddenly thought of something and looked at Zhang Feng,
"Our Z1 technology is making waves; production is ramping up nationwide, and many abroad have heard about it too.
President Zhang, did you know?
Your medical martial arts and Z1 solar battery invention have earned you a nickname abroad."
"What?" Zhang Feng wasn’t focused on these things but was curious when Old Liu asked. "Is it still God?" Newest update provided by novèlfire.net
"No!" Old Liu said seriously, "In Greek mythology, there’s a god who is of light, prophecy, and medicine.
He’s also the guardian of human migration and seafarers.
That’s Apollo, the sun god.
People abroad now call you ’Sun God, Apollo.’
Some tycoons and believers have even started worshipping your statue and building divine halls for you, did you know?"
"What superstition, I don’t believe they’re sincere." Zhang Feng shook his head, unimpressed by this.
Maybe these people just want to use my reputation to trick some money.
Zhang Feng didn’t believe in such worship of gods.
But then he thought of that ’energy man’ who was beaten and brought to the medication center, and his look of worship.
Zhang Feng hesitated again.
Maybe some people have already blindly followed?
However, Zhang Feng could find the deeper roots, realizing that such blind following is not true worship of ’god’ but worship of ’knowledge.’
Thinking of this, honestly, he was quite pleased.
To learn and succeed is to benefit more people and then gain the data for martial arts training that he desires.
It’s great, mutual benefits.
The technology of the last century was worth it.
"Sort things out later."
Zhang Feng thought to himself and said to Old Liu, "After changing the grid, the saved resources and manpower, submit them to the planning department.
Try to allocate all the extra resources to our side."
"Don’t worry, leader!" Old Liu replied seriously, "I’ll definitely get it done!"
"And that guy." Zhang Feng thought of the injured energy man, "Get him transferred quickly, and don’t let bizarre people into the base anymore."
If the focus is solely on research, being formal is surely the right choice.
The base only needs tech people.
"Understood!" Old Liu responded, and prepared to tighten security further.
Zhang Feng came out of the base.
Just walking around casually, and checking if any friends left him messages.
Once he left the signal blocking zone.
The phone really rang continuously.
Excluding irrelevant information, Zhang Feng found Xiaoli hadn’t messaged him, but Master Wang invited him for drinks two days ago.
As for the rest, there were two calls from the curator.
Zhang Feng returned the call.
"Master Zhang!" The curator spoke excitedly, "Did you invent a new battery? It’s all over the internet now! Everywhere is talking about you!"
"Stop saying useless things." Zhang Feng lay on the grass, "Just say it, what’s up?"
"Well..." The curator suddenly paused, then laughed and said, "Master Wang and I are wondering if we could keep two batteries for us? We want to see this high-tech."
"I thought it was something important." Zhang Feng said casually, "This is bound to be spread nationwide sooner or later, it’s no big secret.
Here’s the deal, I’ll find someone later, and when the new batch of batteries is out, if the base doesn’t need them, I’ll have him send a few over to you.
The data center is still top priority, this is the serious matter.
Buddy, you won’t blame me for this, will you?"
"Master Zhang, I wouldn’t dare blame you..." The curator was flattered hearing ’buddy,’ even feeling the batteries didn’t matter.
Anyway, he just wanted to see something novel with Master Wang.
If curiosity caused delays, even if Zhang Feng didn’t mention it, he’d blame himself heavily.