One pm.

At the desk, Professor Wang Zhong, who is over 80 years old, is reading a red-headed document.

As the reading progress deepened, his mood became worse little by little.

Notice on the Cancellation of Special Air Taxes

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

"What should be coming is coming."

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

Now, this tax is about to be cancelled.

Professor Wang Zhong sighed a long sigh, and as he thought deepened, the wrinkles on his forehead were like hills and valleys.

In this era, with the advancement of medical technology, especially the emergence of 3D biological organ printing, the average life span of humans has reached 110 years old, and those who are healthier can even live to 140 years old. However, the age of eighty is still a little older, and the decline of energy has made Wang Zhong become a little overwhelmed in scientific research.

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

He is a person who can't sit still. He is old and it's good to use some spare heat. There is no big problem in leading some master's students. He can also handle some administrative work.

As a scientific consultant at the Deep Space Foundation, I have endless work to do every day.

He became more and more disgusted as he read the document that had just been issued.

Time doesn't linger. If he is young, he will definitely fight for justice in the meeting. Even if this dispute will not have much effect...

Wang Zhong made a phone call and tried to make his tone gentler: "...Don't they know that Earth Age wants to accelerate to 7/1000 of the speed of light, and he still needs the support of Jupiter's base!"

"It costs a lot of money to create an ultra-long-distance optical path!"

A middle-aged male voice came from the opposite phone: "Professor Wang, tax cuts are the general trend of the times and cannot be stopped by a few of us. This resolution has been studied for a long time and is not a temporary intention. President Lin of the foundation has also..."

Wang Zhong said unwillingly: "If the navigation speed does not reach seven thousandths of the speed of light, do you know the consequences? A journey of 3,000 years, any variable will produce a domino-like chain reaction..."

"Professor Wang, we are trying to find a way. Don't worry, even if you sell a large amount of assets, you will be able to raise enough money."

Wang Zhong hung up the phone and sighed again.

Yet, for politicians, the "Earth Age" has been built long ago, and this part of the tax collected from the people must of course be exempted. To be honest, this surcharge has been levied for more than 40 years, and the people have long complained.

But……

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

Although the Deep Space Foundation has a big family and has a large number of industries, it is impossible to withstand such a huge capital demand without the financial support of the coalition government. Selling assets is not a wise choice. Selling randomly in the capital market will only make the capital tycoons cheaper. The market is killing people without blood. The more they are in a hurry to sell, the lower the price they will offer.

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

At this moment, the office door rang a few times.

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

A young girl came in and was his student Xu Yunjing.

The girl whispered: "Teacher, there are several reporters outside who want to interview you. They are a group of foreigners. Do you know them?"

"Foreigner?"

"It seems like a humanities association... wants us to donate to poor areas."

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

As soon as the money problem was involved, Wang Zhong raised his eyebrows and his voice became louder: "Think about it and you will know what they are here for! Although our foundation has many industries, money is not caused by the strong wind, but created by all scientists!"

"...Don't pay attention to journalists like that in the future, especially foreign journalists. They like to dig a hole to let you jump in. If you accidentally say a wrong sentence, they will make a big fuss and report it all kinds of random things!"

Xu Yunjing was said to be in a bad mood. It can be seen that her mentor was in a bad mood.

Xia Kingdom is an exporter of foreign energy. The domestic electricity costs 3 cents at a certain time, which can be said to be a social welfare.

But it is hard to say that the electricity sold abroad is sold. The labor of Xia people cannot be sold at a low price, and this electricity needs to be profitable.

According to the contributions of the original research on nuclear fusion, some countries cost 8 cents every 10 cents, while others cost 3 cents every 10 cents.

Anyway, if you like it, don’t need to pull it down.

The reason is nothing more than the high monopoly of controlled nuclear fusion projects. This extremely difficult project almost integrates the most cutting-edge technology of mankind, and cannot be done by every country.

Xu Yunjing thought about it, and then said embarrassedly: "Teacher, will it be bad if it doesn't accept the interview?"

"Impact? It's a big deal! Will you starve to death without electricity? Is electricity worth 30 cents per kilowatt-hour? What kind of human rights is obviously just trying to use electricity cheaply!"

Wang Zhong cursed angrily: "...I didn't do much effort during research, why do I want to pick peaches now?"

"This is national interest!"

"If you want cheaper electricity prices, you have to send representatives to negotiate with the government, rather than engaging in public opinion offensives here to win the sympathy of our people!"

Wang Zhong knew the truth that too much talk would lead to mistakes. He was too lazy to argue with these reporters. He just took the opportunity to educate his students and should have "political sensitivity".

No matter what problem you do, you must have emotional intelligence.

"Especially for girls, don't be generous to others because of the Virgin Heart!"

Xu Yunjing was educated and stopped thinking about this matter. She said a little embarrassedly: "Oh, and... the son of that senior brother wants to visit you. Do you have time?"

"Senior brother? What kind of senior brother?"

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

Wang Zhong was stunned and soon reacted. His expression slowed down, and a hint of softness flashed across his face.

Zhang Qiming, his most genius disciple, the operator of the main control system of the Earth Age. All his students, whether doctoral or master's students, call Zhang Qiming "senior brother".

As for...his son?

It seems, I haven't heard of it.

Oh, I haven't heard of it, but I've forgotten it a long time ago. Everyone knows Einstein, but no one wants to worry about Einstein's son.

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