Black Technology Monopoly (The Black Tech Monopoly Corporation)

Zhang Heng was woken up by his mother's knock on the door.

In a daze, he ran to the toilet to wash his face. Suddenly, Zhang Heng felt refreshed and refreshed. He walked out of the bathroom. His parents had already prepared dinner in the living room.

After dinner, Zhang Heng originally planned to continue his sleep career, but his father suddenly tapped Zhang Heng on the head with chopsticks.

"what?"

Zhang Heng was startled, thinking that he had done something wrong again, making his father unhappy.

"Have you told Xiaoxin about your kid's development?" Father Zhang asked.

"Not yet." Zhang Heng shook his head blankly. The little Xin in Zhang's father's mouth was Zhang Heng's younger sister. My sister is four years younger than Zhang Heng. She is in her third year of high school this year. She lives in the headquarters of Bashu Middle School and can only go home once a month.

Speaking of Bashu Middle School, the first reaction of Chongzhou people is almost the iconic slogan, 'Today I am proud of Bashu, tomorrow Bashu will be proud of me. ’

In addition, it is probably the well-known title of 'Prodigal School'.

Bashu Middle School is a veritable aristocratic school. There are as many rich people as crucian carp crossing the river. However, the style of study is very strong. It ranks among the top five in the rate of college admissions in Chongzhou. Therefore, many ordinary people would rather spend a lot of money than pay for it. to send your child to this school.

And Zhang Heng's sister is like this.

When Zhang Xin took the high school entrance examination three years ago, because she was nervous on the spot, she did not perform well, and her scores were only enough to enter a third-rate high school. Therefore, Zhang's father resolutely decided to lead the family to save money and spend money to send Zhang Xin to the noble school Bashu Middle School.

For this reason, Zhang Heng's college tuition for that semester was almost not enough.

Boys should be poor and girls should be rich. This is the life principle that Zhang's father has always implemented. It's just that Zhang Heng suffered, and he was forced to develop the habit of being hard-working and independent since he was a child.

However, Zhang Heng didn't feel it was unfair. If it wasn't for the strong personality he cultivated since childhood, he would not have survived the Resident Evil Plane. Faced with the problem of insufficient tuition fees, Zhang Heng just took an extra job and just gritted his teeth. Came through.

For this reason, Father Zhang often felt sorry for Zhang Heng.

In fact, the family's economy was so tense before, and it was not related to Zhang Heng's sister's schooling in Bashu. Not to mention the tuition fees, the sponsorship fee of more than 30,000 yuan was enough for ordinary families to drink a pot.

"Go, go and pick up your sister in your car. Tomorrow we'll go to the restaurant to celebrate." At this time, I don't know what the wind was, Father Zhang said while smoking an after-dinner cigarette.

"Now?" Zhang Heng was stunned, and looked at the time subconsciously.

"This Friday, the school is off." Father Zhang waved his hand impatiently, "Go and get back."

"Okay." Zhang Heng was speechless. The old man was not partial for a day or two. Zhang Heng was already used to it, so he picked up the car keys and left the house.

After leaving the house, Zhang Heng did not go directly to Bashu Middle School, but looked at the time. There were still three hours before his sister's self-study next night. Zhang Heng would definitely not be able to enter the school gate at this time, so he simply drove to the school. In the commercial street in the city center, I spent half an hour changing my clothes.

When he came out of the commercial building, Zhang Heng's clothes were completely replaced by guns and guns. The upper body was a light blue woodpecker casual suit, the inner was a white shirt, the lower body was a pair of Versace jeans, and he was wearing Tie Lion Tony casual boots.

Looking at his arrogant, cool and handsome appearance on the rearview mirror, Zhang Heng nodded with satisfaction. After finally putting on a pair of Armani polarized sunglasses, he drove back to Bashu Middle School and dialed his sister's phone number at the same time. .

"Hello?" A soft, soft voice came from the phone.

"Hello, I'm your brother."

"Brother, why are you calling me well?" The voice on the phone seemed a little nervous.

Zhang Heng felt that his sister's tone was wrong, so he listened carefully,

He could faintly hear the loud heavy metal music on the other end of the phone, and immediately raised his eyebrows, "Xiaoxin, where are you?"

"I..." The voice on the phone seemed a little flustered, "I'm studying in the study room. Oops, the teacher is coming soon, I'm going to hang up." After that, a beep came from the phone.

Zhang Heng snorted coldly, not believing this clumsy trick at all, and called again, but before the call was connected, a prompt sound of "the user you dialed has been turned off" came.

Zhang Heng suddenly had a headache. His younger sister was good everywhere, with a beautiful appearance and a tall and slender figure, but under the doting of his father, he developed the habit of being unruly and playful.

With a good appearance and a playful personality, she is destined to suffer more value shocks than ordinary people in high school.

Zhang Heng also went through the chaotic period of high school, so he understands it very well. In high school, it was the junction between adults and minors. Many people made mistakes there and experienced countless kinds of life. the first time.

The first time smoking, drinking for the first time, fighting for the first time, skipping class for the first time, falling in love for the first time;

It is precisely because he knows the chaos in high school that Zhang Heng once warned his sister personally: "If you let me know that after you go to Bashu Middle School, you don't study hard but secretly fall in love, I will take you and your partner's legs. All interrupted!"

Of course, breaking his leg or something is just an exaggeration. Zhang Heng just can't stand his parents getting up early every day and staying up late, setting up a stall to do business until late at night, and the money earned by sweat is wasted by his sister.

Thinking of this, Zhang Heng's expression gradually cooled down. If he heard correctly, he heard the heavy metal music that can only be heard from bars on his sister's phone.

Thinking of this, Zhang Heng called his sister's best friend again. His sister's best friend was called Yang Yang, and he lived in the same old community as his own. It was because of the close distance between the two that they became inseparable close friends.

However, unexpectedly, Zhang Heng found that Yang Yang's phone number was the same as his sister's. He just called, and a busy tone came out. It seemed that he hung up after seeing the identity of the caller.

Zhang Heng's expression became more serious. At this time, he had already decided 100% that his sister was hiding something from him. The next moment, he immediately sent a message to Yang Yang:

"I know you are in a bar now, you and Xiaoxin remember to protect yourself. If someone invites you to go somewhere, you must not agree! Even if that person is a classmate you are familiar with, understand? I want to pick up Xiaoxin now. Go home, can you tell me the address of the bar? Liang... Zhang Heng must be very grateful!"

After sending the message, Zhang Heng took a deep breath. For some reason, he only felt an uncontrollable irritability in his heart, as if something bad was about to happen.

At this moment, Zhang Heng's cell phone rang suddenly, and Zhang Heng hurriedly connected without looking at it, "Hey, is that Xiao Xin, you..."

"Hello, Mr. Zhang Heng, I'm the dean of the Chongzhou Branch of the Chinese Academy of Sciences. My name is Li Lian." A middle-aged man's dull voice came over the phone.

Zhang Heng was stunned for a moment, and swallowed what he was about to say, "Hello, what is your business with me?"

"I have reviewed your information from the Provincial Human Resources Department, and I think you are indeed outstanding in viral bioengineering. I wonder if you are interested in working in our Chinese Academy of Sciences Chongzhou Branch?" The voice seemed to be giving orders. I'm used to it, even when I compliment, my tone is very blunt, and I don't beat around the bush at all, and directly state my purpose.

"Sorry, no." Since the other party was so straightforward, Zhang Heng didn't bother to talk nonsense, so he refused directly and hung up the phone at the same time.

The other party must have come to the door because he knew that he was the inventor of the T-1. Although Zhang Heng had instructed Li Jianguo not to reveal his identity, he could only hide it from ordinary people. Facing the country, Zhang Heng had no intention of concealing his identity at all, because that in itself was impossible.

However, as soon as he hung up, the phone rang again. Zhang Heng picked it up and saw that it was the same landline number.

"Hey, I have something very important to do now, please don't bother me if you can!" Zhang Heng pressed the answer button impatiently, and refused without waiting for the other party to speak. At this time, he was worried about his sister's personal safety. How could he have time to negotiate nonsense with the other party?

"Mr. Zhang Heng, if you don't want to join us, of course we won't force it, but I don't know if you can give us a copy of the T-1 information? Our Chongzhou branch is willing to exchange it for the price." The voice continued to be silent. said in a hurry.

Zhang Heng was stunned for a second, but the next second he became vigilant, "I don't know what you're talking about, what T-1? Did you make the wrong call?"

"Mr. Zhang Heng, please don't get me wrong, we are indeed from the Chinese Academy of Sciences, but due to some internal reasons, we have to wait until a month later to obtain permission to view T-1, so..." The voice on the phone seemed a little embarrassed .

Zhang Heng shook his head irritably, and said unceremoniously, "I'm sorry, I'm really not free right now, what can I do when I'm free, OK?" After speaking, he hung up the phone again.

At this time, not far from the suburbs of Chongzhou, inside a military base established by the state, a middle-aged man wearing a dark green military uniform and a major general's shoulder flower on his epaulette hung up the phone with a livid face.

Beside him, a group of researchers with gray hair and white coats covered their mouths and snickered, as if they were very happy to see this middle-aged man slumped.

"Hey, Li Xiaozi, your sub-director with the rank of major general personally invited you, but the other party ignored you. It seems that your identity is useless." An old man with all white hair laughed unceremoniously.

"Hmph, if he was my soldier, I would have tied him up long ago!" The middle-aged general known as Li Xiaozi snorted coldly and instructed the two young researchers next to him unwillingly, "I will give him every day in the future. Make a call and let me know if he changes his mind!"

"Understood!" The two quickly stood at attention and saluted.

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