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Chapter 151 If Lin Yi can do it, so can I, Meng Hai! (First Update!)

Nasiriyah, Iraq.

This is a city located in south-central Iraq, straddling both banks of the Euphrates River, situated between Najaf and Basra.

It is considered a relatively important transit city.

In a very ordinary two-story house in the southwest corner of the city, Ahmed held his phone, but his head wasn't on the phone; instead, he was looking at the person next to him.

Lin Yi said that they had come up with something fun and asked one of us to go over and bring it back.

Next to him was Sadr Jr. Upon hearing this, the Sadr family member immediately stood up and walked towards the next room.

"Where are you going?" Ahmed asked.

"I'm going to call my dad and ask him for money."

"Oh!"

Turning back, Ahmed looked at his phone screen, only to find that the signal was lost.

He cursed under his breath, slowly made his way to the window, stuck his phone out, and the next second, his phone beeped with a series of message notifications.

He withdrew his hand, and the screen displayed the message Lin Yi had just sent.

[This time, there's no need to contact a ship, as it's still a small batch of products. We can just come and take them back by plane.]

Come over as soon as possible!

【free!】

Upon hearing this message, Ahmed couldn't help but roll his eyes, get up, and walk towards the room where Sadr was.

Reaching the doorway, he leaned against the doorframe and said, "Lin Yi said this batch of goods will be free for now."

Inside the room, Sadel, who was frantically searching for a signal by the window with his phone in hand, froze, not even noticing that the call had been answered.

He turned around blankly, "What?"

"Lin Yi said that this time the batch is small, so he'll let us play with it for free!"

Having heard the words clearly, Sadr immediately beamed with joy and finally noticed that his phone had been connected at some point.

He quickly brought the phone to his mouth:

"Father, there's no need to send money for now."

Upon hearing that no money was required, Sadr on the other end of the phone immediately hung up, hesitating slightly but without wavering.

As soon as the call ended, Ahmed leaned over, a mocking smile on his face, and asked:

“My dear Mr. Sader, even if Lin Yi doesn’t want the money, we still need to send people to China to bring these things back by hand.”

"These cost money too!"

Reminded by him, Sadr panicked again and immediately called his father once more.

He made over a dozen calls, until his phone was almost out of battery, but his father, Sadr, didn't answer.

Finally, he shoved the phone into his pocket: "I'll go get it myself!"

Hearing his confident and imposing words, Ahmed sighed softly and asked:

"Can you speak Chinese?"

"Doesn't Lin Yi speak Arabic?" After asking this question, Little Sadr patted his chest forcefully.
"I can speak Arabic the entire way from Iraq to Dubai."

"From Dubai to China, I speak in English."

"Just contact Lin Yi in advance and have him pick me up at the airport, isn't that enough?"

Seeing his confident demeanor, Ahmed patted Sadr on the shoulder: "Keep it up, and don't get lost."

"Also, China is very big. Don't just buy a ticket and run around randomly because you see two places that are close to each other on the map."

"If you get lost, no one will be able to find you."

After patting Sadr on the shoulder, Ahmed reached for his phone and started saving his contact information while writing down things to note in his notes app.

After I finished, more than ten minutes had passed.

He tossed the phone back to Sader, who then sent a message to Lin Yi via QQ.

This time, it is our dear Mr. Haider Sader who has come, Mr. Sader's eldest son.

This is his first time traveling far from home, so please don't lose him. Here's his contact information.

After sending Little Sadr's contact information to Lin Yi, Ahmed turned and walked into another room.

It's time to sleep.

I need to move to a new place tomorrow, so I don't get bitten by those CIA dogs.

Suzhou.

Looking at the message that popped up in the chat box, Lin Yi couldn't help but scratch his head.

What do you mean by "Little Sadr is coming over"?

Isn't this just making things worse?
Although China's security bureau doesn't operate much abroad, it certainly keeps records of the heads of the various organizations and their relatives.

Little Sadr, come here, and you will be the brightest star in the night, the brightest sun.

She's just making trouble for herself.

After a moment's thought, he placed his fingers on the keyboard and typed out a sentence:

[Mr. Sadr Jr. is not suited to appear in public!]

After sending the message, he immediately closed the application on the desktop, as a way of sending a signal to the other party.

After closing the chat window, Lin Yi turned around and looked at Ji Shuangshuang:
"Go buy some small gifts tomorrow, and come with me to distribute them on New Year's Day morning."

"it is good!"

"Then get some rest! Go out early tomorrow and buy the things."

After sending Ji Shuangshuang back to her room, Lin Yi didn't rush to rest. Instead, he turned on his computer, found the construction drawings of the office building for the communications equipment manufacturing plant that the supervisor had given him, and began to study them.

It's not that I want to study architecture, but rather that I want to renovate two rooms in the new office building specifically for sleeping.

He didn't want to sleep on that rickety cot at all.

He was studying the blueprints, while Meng Hai on the other side was studying the video.

A video of Lin Yi and his team manufacturing batteries.

In the dimly lit room, there were four screens placed near the window, each screen divided into a four-grid layout, with each grid showing a different surveillance view.

Meng Hai stared wide-eyed at the video, not blinking, as if afraid of missing a single detail.

But the more he looked, the deeper his doubts became.

Especially when they saw Lin Yi and the others mixing the battery materials together, then haphazardly stuffing the electronic components into the aluminum casing, and then tapping it firmly with a stick.

When installing the battery terminals, they even had to tap them a few times with a hammer because the aluminum casing and the black plastic casing of the terminals didn't match.

This clumsy and careless behavior made Meng Hai's eyes widen in fury.

These guys!

Didn't these guys learn to be quiet and gentle when doing experiments?
Are they afraid this thing won't explode?

If these people were my own students, I would kick them all out on the day of the interview, throw them all out onto the street, and let them be run over by cars!

It would be better to be run over by a car than to come to the lab and harm people!

He cursed in his heart for a long time, but in the end, he couldn't say a single word.

There's no way around it; although their methods were daring, they actually managed to get the battery working.

That's undeniable. After watching the video for a while, his eyes started to swell. Meng Hai pressed the spacebar to pause the video, blinked, picked up the eye drops on the table, and put two drops into his eyes.

After putting down the eye drops, he naturally moved his right hand to the side.

In front of the computer screen, there was a silver-white box that looked unremarkable.

There were still white traces of glue on the silver-white box.

The box contained the battery that Lin Yi and his group had made that afternoon. After showing it to Qin Chao and the others, Meng Hai brought the battery back.

He didn't go home, but went back to the lab and spent several hours studying the videos in the lab's monitoring room.

Once the swelling and pain in his eyes subsided slightly, he pressed the spacebar again, ready to continue studying the video.

Just then, the cell phone on the table rang.

The name flashing on the phone screen was that of his eldest disciple, Tong Minghui.

The other person graduated several years ago and now works for a battery company in China, where he is a senior technical leader.

The things we come into contact with are all based on the most advanced battery manufacturing technology currently available.

The main reason for contacting this student was to learn from their experience and see if it could be helpful in improving my own skills.

Besides his eldest disciple, he also contacted five other students.

Three cobblers are equal to one Zhuge Liang. He called for six outside helpers, and with himself, that's seven Calabash Brothers.

Meng Hai has to give it a try!
Upon answering the phone and learning that the students had arrived at the door, Meng Hai paused the monitoring, turned around, and walked out of the monitoring room to greet them at the door.

After meeting the person at the door, he took them back to the monitoring room. Instead of immediately showing the students the surveillance footage, he took out a confidentiality agreement from his briefcase and placed it on the table.

He tapped his fingers and said:

"I called you and your fellow disciples over today because your teacher discovered something interesting."

"If you sign this confidentiality agreement, your teacher will show you some things."

Everyone present was from the same school and had gone on to do research after graduation, so they naturally understood what the confidentiality agreement meant.

The group exchanged glances, and Meng Hai's eldest disciple, Tong Minghui, was the first to step forward. He signed his name on the confidentiality agreement, his hands and ten fingers stained with ink, and he evenly imprinted all ten fingerprints onto the agreement.

With him as an example, the remaining five people followed suit, writing their names and pressing their fingerprints.

Press and hold.

Meng Hai picked up the confidentiality agreement, checked everyone's signatures, solemnly put the agreement into his briefcase, turned around, picked up the batteries on the table, and solemnly placed them in front of the six students.

"This is a battery!"

His words immediately drew the attention of all six students to the battery.

The battery doesn't look big, it's even a little small.

A group of people were not quite sure why their teacher had brought this out.

Just as they were wondering, Meng Hai dropped a bombshell:
"This battery can hold 8.1 kilowatt-hours of electricity!"

"What the hell?" Tong Minghui screamed, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

He gestured back and forth between the battery and his teacher's head, and finally slapped himself on the forehead.

This is simply a joke.

The other students shouted as loudly as Tong Minghui, but their shouts were still quite loud, and their physical reactions were similar to Tong Minghui's.

Knowing the students didn't believe him, Meng Hai turned around, took the string of light bulbs from the corner, plugged it in, and then took out a stopwatch and started timing:
"You guys take a look first!"

The lights in the monitoring room were turned off, and the ten 1-kilowatt bulbs lit up, illuminating the entire room as bright as day.

In fact, the heat generated by 10 light bulbs is enough to keep them from turning on the air conditioner.

In the blink of an eye, a few minutes had passed.

Meng Hai's students also noticed something was wrong.

The second disciple, Wang Chuang, squatted down and touched the light bulb with his hand.

very hot.

After touching it, he carefully picked up the lamp holder. When he saw the wattage marked on the lamp holder, his brows furrowed involuntarily.

After finishing one, he started on the second.

Only after he had examined all 10 light bulbs did he stand up, nod to his fellow disciples, and say in a deep voice:

"Ten 1-kilowatt units!"

Forty minutes later, the light bulb went out, plunging the room into darkness, leaving only the power light on the computer monitor and the red numbers on the stopwatch.

The next second, a gasp rang out, and Tong Minghui pounced on Meng Hai, grabbing his teacher's shoulders tightly with both hands:

"Teacher, is this the result of your new research?"

"Is the patent application ready?"

Do you have any partner manufacturers? If not, you can consider our company!

"Really, if you come to our company, I can help you apply for at least 1000 million in research funding."

"In addition to the 1000 million research grant, there are other funds."

Seeing the student's ecstatic joy, Meng Hai sighed and raised his hand to interrupt him:
"Don't even think about it, I didn't make this thing."

"I called you here because the people who have mastered this technology are preparing to publish a paper, and there are many spots available for the paper's team, so I'm going to bring you all along."

"Of course, more importantly, I want to prove that we are not useless. I want to replicate this battery."

“I have monitoring videos of the entire manufacturing process here. After watching them, you might also gain some improvement.”

"But let me make this clear from the start!"

"The Suzhou Municipal Government has already begun to invest heavily in this technology. If you want to die, don't drag me down with you."

Tong Ming felt a little disappointed when he heard that it wasn't his own teacher's technique.

But when he heard that the owner of the technology allowed teachers to bring people into their teams to cheat and get extra points, he instantly became happy again.

Even just having your name mentioned in such a paper is prestigious, and it will earn you a raise at your company.

Seeing that his other junior brothers were still hesitating, Tong Minghui once again demonstrated the responsibility of the eldest senior brother.

He stepped forward and patted his chest: "Don't worry, teacher!"

Meng Hai reached out and pressed on his eldest disciple's shoulder, then pointed to the top of his head:
"There are surveillance cameras there! They've captured everything clearly."

Then he turned to the others and said, "Those who want to stay and watch the video with me can stay; those who don't want to stay can leave."

Everyone present had been through the harsh realities of life and knew exactly what to do and when to do it.

Naturally, no one chose to leave.

Meng Hai turned around, pressed the space bar on the keyboard, the monitoring screen lit up, and he dragged the mouse to start playing the video from beginning to end.

Seeing the operating equipment and the researchers being even younger than themselves, the group was completely stunned.

"Teacher, look at their skill level. We weren't this impatient when we came up from our undergraduate studies."

"That's it!"

"Look, look, look at him using this measuring scale, and that spoon is so big! The measuring scale was smashed down."

Meng Hai saw everything the students said, but he didn't say anything. He just glanced at the students sideways.

Sensing the teacher's sidelong glance, the group of people in their thirties all chose to shut up and watch the video quietly.

By the time I finished watching the video for the first time, a red sun had already silently appeared in the eastern sky.

(End of this chapter)