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"That's Zhai God's special Terminator? It looks cool!"

"It does look good on the outside, but I care more about his insides."

"What's inside? I think you are concerned about the parameters of this special Terminator, right? After all, this kind of Terminator is a special Terminator specially made by God Zhai for the moon landing plan."

"Don't you dare say you're not interested?"

"Nonsense, of course I'm interested!"

"How about... we... that..."

"What do you want to do! I won't do anything to betray God Zhai! And I warn you, if you dare to do something wrong to God Zhai, I will report you immediately!"

"Damn it! Can you keep your voice down? What do I want to do? I mean...Didn't Di Shen just say that if we have any problems, we can go to his lounge for advice?"

"Isn't that good? After all, it's disturbing God Zhai's rest?"

"You just said whether to go or not?"

"Go, why not go!"

In the laboratory, many researchers secretly looked at Zhang Zhai, and at the same time communicated with the people next to him in a low voice.

Zhang Zhai stood in front of the console, watching that after ten minutes and five day and night cycles, the Terminator was still intact.

Zhang Zhai smiled and pressed the green button.

"Snapped!"

"Terminator, come out." Zhang Zhai said softly.

In an instant, the simulator stopped, and the door facing Zhang Zhai was opened.

"boom!"

The Terminator jumped out of the simulator in response. When the alloy legs touched the ground, there was a crisp sound. After landing, the knees were slightly bent, but they immediately stood up again.

Zhang Zhai walked in front, and the Terminator walked behind, going left and right, and returned to the laboratory where the Terminator was made.

"A1, you temporarily take over the control authority of this Terminator, and check it again to make sure there is no problem." Zhang Zhai said calmly while sitting on the seat.

"Okay, father."

As soon as A1 finished speaking, the Terminator in front of him began to move again.

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Ten minutes later, the Terminator stood in front of Zhang Zhai again, already in a closed state.

"Father, according to multiple detailed tests, the surface and interior of the Terminator T1000 have not suffered any obvious damage, and all the data show normal."

"That's OK, according to this standard, make another 999 T1000s."

"Father, the production cost of the Terminator T1000 will reach 500,000 RMB per frame, do you confirm the production?"

"Confirm, split up the drawings, and pass a copy to Academician Gan and Hua Menglian at the same time." Zhang Zhai waved his hand, if the cost increases, it will increase, and it will basically have no effect on him.

"Okay, father, your order has been carried out."

Zhang Zhai nodded and said nothing. In Nuo Da's laboratory, it became quiet in an instant. Zhang Zhai tilted his head and looked at the ground, as if he was thinking.

"The moon landing plan is progressing steadily, and now... the lunar landing spacecraft is just finished, and the moon landing plan can really take the first step!"

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Zhaicheng Aviation Center, Rocket Tower.

Due to the disordered work and rest relationship, even though it was only five o'clock in the afternoon, Zhang Zhai was already lying on the bed and began to rest.

"Boom boom boom..."

In a daze, Zhang Zhai seemed to hear someone knocking on the door.

When he realized this, Zhang Zhai woke up instantly.

Although it would not be a good thing to be woken up by knocking on the door every time he fell asleep, Zhang Zhai still got up and opened the door of the lounge.

"Crack..."

With the sound of the rotation of the mechanical structure inside the door lock, the door slowly opened.

When the scene at the door appeared in his sight, he was stunned for a while.

Dozens of hundreds of people blocked the corridor at the door, and the crowd was crowded like waves. Standing at the door, it seemed that they would come in at any time.

The team leader was at the front. Even though he was not well-versed in the world, he was a little embarrassed at this moment: "Mr. Zhang...I'm really sorry to bother you."

Zhang Zhai felt a little funny, but he just shook his head, and said, "Come in first."

Zhang Zhai can reject rich people, he can reject leaders, he can reject reporters, but he can't reject a group of pure knowledge seekers.

Zhang Zhai stepped aside, and a group of people flooded into the lounge like a tide.

In the small living room of the lounge, dozens of people were crowded, and everyone could only stand, but no one felt hard, but looked at Zhang Zhai excitedly.

"From the left, come one by one and ask questions one by one. Is there any problem?"

"No problem!" Everyone said in unison.

Zhang Zhai smiled, and then asked the first person, "Well, what's your problem?"

The person named by Zhang Zhai handed over two manuscript papers in a panic.

"Math problem?"

"Yes, God Zhai, there is one place I have been unable to figure out. You see, it is the place where the cross is drawn..."

...

Zhang Zhai started to answer the questions from the first person, and the answers were very detailed.

Because it is difficult for him to judge the knowledge level of the questioner, he can only break all the questions into pieces.

Although these people may come from the same laboratory, the questions these people ask are even more different. Each person's research direction is different. Even in a field, there are countless subdivisions in the depth of research.

There are fields of mathematics, physics, mechanical control, materials, and aerodynamics, and the subject areas cover a wide range of subjects.

But even so, everyone, after Zhang Zhai's answer, all left with a satisfied expression.

Zhang Zhai has never let them down!

As Zhang Zhai continued to answer questions in various fields, the eyes of everyone in the living room kept changing.

Until the end, looking at Zhang Zhai's eyes, he was very fanatical, as if he was going to kneel on the ground in the next second, and worship him.

"How can there be such a person in the world..."

Many researchers thought silently in their hearts.

"The gap between God Zhai and I is so big..."

"It's a world of difference, how can one person know so much?"

"It feels like original Aboriginal meets modern."

"I'm ashamed to compare myself with God Zhai..."

As time passed, even though there were still people coming from time to time, the number of people in the small living room continued to decrease under Zhang Zhai's constant answers.

From five o'clock to six o'clock, and then to twelve o'clock at night.

Finally, there were only sixteen people left in the small living room. Fifteen of them asked questions and stayed here to listen to Zhang Zhai's answers to the others. Only the last person left did not ask any questions.

"What's your question?" Zhang Di asked, still smiling.

"God Zhai, my question is, can I take a photo with you?" The man said excitedly.

Zhang Zhai smiled and nodded: "Yes."

...

After five minutes, everyone had left contentedly. Zhang Zhai walked into the bedroom and collapsed on the bed.

"boom……"

Zhang Zhai lay on the bed, feeling very tired physically, but still had a smile on his face.

Almost everyone has a problem with being a good teacher.

"This can be regarded as a serious addiction to the teacher." Zhang Zhai lay on the bed, laughing at himself and said: "This addiction makes me want to throw up."

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For the next few days, Zhang Zhai stayed at Zhaicheng Aerospace Center all the time, answering questions and resolving doubts for everyone. He was addicted to being a good teacher, and at the same time directly improved the overall research level of Zhaicheng Aerospace Center.

It wasn't until another incident occurred that Zhang Zhai had to leave temporarily.

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Zhaicheng University is different from other schools. It starts early and will hold an opening ceremony soon.

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