Chapter 825

Ruan Qi put down these two words, youyou put his hand, and turned away smartly.

The auditorium was as quiet as a chicken.

Before long, some students secretly put this video on the Internet.

[a flower in the Department of Physics: as a straight girl, I suddenly want to bend for Mr. Ruan. [shy. JPG] [Video]

When yizhihua posted her microblog, she took # the topic of Ruan Qi's best female singer # with her. Netizens saw this video as soon as they refreshed in the topic square.

The video is not long, only more than ten seconds, but it makes everyone bend together.

[OK, ok... A!]

[knock on the blackboard: there is a saying in physics that "something comes out of nothing". For example, Higgs particle is the origin of all material mass at the beginning of the birth of the universe and the foundation of everything in the universe from scratch.]

[666! So Ruan Qi is using physics theory to ridicule keyboard man?]

Don't quarrel with cultural people. You can't understand when you are scolded!]

[Mr. Ruan is so rigid, and it has a special texture. [hold your heart in both hands. JPG]]

[so, black pink keyboard man, can you fight back against this physics boss in a more textured way?]

Thank you, MMP!

Fight back!!

The sunspots' bah '.

If I had that ability, I would still be a keyboard man here?!

……

Ruan Qi didn't know his words and almost sent the black powder gas back to the urine.

After she left the auditorium, she returned to Cao Zhixing's office as soon as possible.

"Old man Cao, where's the model of a fighter?"

The little girl opened her mouth and asked for something. Her hand almost scraped the red vase on the desk.

Cao Zhixing was scared to death.

He rushed up to hold the vase, and then Xu took a close look at the bottle for a long time before he was relieved.

"Fortunately, it's not bad." he patted his chest, raised his head and looked at Ruan Qi with a complaining face. "Master, I saved this vase for more than half a year. It's expensive!"

Ruan Qi gently raised his eyebrow.

She looked at the old man who was still crazily caressing the vase. She narrowed her eyes and said meaningfully, "old man Cao, you hide your private money behind your wife's back?"

The vase in Cao Zhixing's hand almost fell to the ground again.

He hastily held the bottle steady, and then shouted back at the top of his voice: "how can I hide private money? Your daughter-in-law took the initiative to give it to me!"

Ruan Qi gave a long 'Oh ~ ~ ~'.

Cao Zhixing was annoyed by her "Oh ~".

He gave a dry smile and took something out from under the table in a panic.

"Master, take a look at the model of a fighter?"

Ruan Qi's eyes lit up when he saw this.

She carefully took the model and gently stroked each part with her fingertips. What little Treasury and private money had long been left behind.

Cao Zhixing was relieved to see that the little girl's attention had been diverted.

Great. You don't have to kneel at home.

The bad old man wiped his sweat for the rest of his life, and then came up to the little girl like a dog leg.

"Master, what do you think of this model?"

"It's perfect," Ruan Qi's eyes were full of surprises. "It's not in vain. I spent three months designing drawings for them."

"That's right! After all, Solomon company is a giant in the world's ordnance manufacturing. Their boss Simon can cooperate with you for so many years. He still has the ability."

Ruan Qi nodded in agreement.

"By the way, master," Cao Zhixing patted his forehead and remembered another thing. "When you first entered school last year, didn't I tell you that BC weapon manufacturing copied the Thor fighter you designed for Solomon?"

It took too long for Ruan Qi to forget.

She held the big model and tried to think about it for a few seconds. Finally, she pulled it out of a pile of weapon drawings and physicochemical formulas. There is such a thing.

"I remember. At that time, you said Solomon would sue BC for weapons manufacturing plagiarism. Did you get the result?"

"Yes!" Cao Zhixing took out a fax document from the drawer. "This shit has been tossing about for more than half a year. The judgment result is that BC weapons are off the shelf, all Raytheon fighter imitations are recycled, and Solomon is compensated one billion M dollars!"

"Master, Simon of Solomon said that you should have a share of this one billion M. therefore, you put it in my bank card account. There were nine more digits last night."