Xie Yan had lunch at noon and slept in the office.

The fan he made kept everyone in the office cool all morning.

"Xie Yan, the director called you!"

When he was about to get off work, someone said that Lao Zhu called him.

Xie Yan walked into Lao Zhu's office and sat opposite him: "what's the matter?"

Director Zhu looked at the assistant at the door: "Xiao Wu, close the door."

The assistant hurriedly closed the door and walked out, only the two of them were left in the office.

Director Zhu's serious face immediately became more serious. He beat the table: "Thank you!! Did you dismantle my electric fan yesterday?!"

Xie Yan raised his eyebrows slightly.

His face darkened: "You don't want to admit it yet?!"

Someone told him about it.

Xie Yan shook his head: "I didn't deny it, I was just thinking that you didn't know it until now."

Director Zhu: "..."

He lost his temper and sat on the chair: "Xie Yan, do you know how to make an electric fan?"

Xie Yan nodded: "Yes, it's very simple."

Director Zhu's face darkened. Does this kid know? What a big factory has been researching for a long time, he will build it directly after dismantling it one day.

Xie Yan yawned: "I'll go home if I have nothing to do."

The daughter-in-law should also go home, that's all.

He has to bring back the new electric fan so that she won't be too hot to sleep in the future.

Director Zhu quickly stopped him: "Don't go!! Boy!"

Xie Yan looked at him suspiciously: "what else do you do?"

Director Zhu approached him with a smile: "Think about it, you are also a daughter-in-law now, right? You can't earn some money."

He has a good way! !

Xie Yan frowned: "Your expression makes me think you want me to accompany the guests."

"Bah, bah!" Director Zhu looked at him speechlessly: "Brother is a chance for you to make a fortune."

Xie Yan interrupted him: "Correct, according to your age, you are my uncle."

Director Zhu: "..."

He really wanted to kill this kid.

Every time I sing the opposite of him, why is it so disliked by the elderly.

"What's the matter with you?" Xie Yan was speechless: "If you have something to say, just say it."

Director Zhu said mysteriously: "If you are interested, go do scientific research!"

Xie Yan leaned on the chair lazily: "What scientific research? What is scientific research?"

Director Zhu said: "Scientific research, what about building rockets in the future?"

Xie Yan stood up: "Farewell, I'll go home to see my daughter-in-law."

This guy doesn't know what's wrong.

He, who has never been to elementary school, makes rockets.

"Wait a minute!!" Director Zhu hurriedly ran out to stop him: "Xie Yan, you have a bad temper. If you listen to me honestly, will you die?"

He was really going to be **** off by Xie Yan! This kid just sings the opposite of him because he has a good head.

Xie Yan frowned: "Can you finish it in one breath?"

He hesitated, then asked, "Is it possible for your electric fan to be mass-produced?"

"Don't worry, I'll give you a lot of money, food stamps, industrial stamps, and oil stamps!"

Xie Yan was silent for two seconds: "It can be mass-produced, but iron sheets are not energy-saving, power-consuming and prone to failure, and household use is also prone to accidents."

The director pointed to his electric fan: "Is there anything that can replace the iron sheet? Like me now?"

Xie Yan thought for a while: "This is the most expensive place for the entire electric fan. If it is made of this kind of material, most people can't afford it."

Director Zhu quickly pulled him back to sit down, and said with a smile: "Then think of a way, you also want to raise children, don't you want to be a wife? Let's cooperate with big factories, I will provide resources, and you will provide technology! Let's make a fortune together, why? Sample?"