But there were also many technologies that did not require worrying about patent barriers, especially military technologies.
Hua Gang's status was immediately elevated to that of a national treasure.
Every possible benefit was maxed out!
Anything they could give him, they gave him in full.
The value of someone capable of transporting all of Earth's technological knowledge was immeasurable.
If he had previously only been seen as the source of miracles, then now he himself was a miracle—a priceless treasure.
"Professor Hua, Professor Hua, could you take a look at how we should handle this technology...?"
This became what Hua Gang heard most often every day.
He set aside exactly one hour each day to deal with inquiries sent by various important departments.
He would not work even one minute more.
Even so, people still flocked to him and treated him with utmost respect.
"I'm very tired today. Don't come looking for me!" he said directly.
Then he returned to his hundred-square-meter bed and luxuriated in comfort.
"Now this is what life should be! My old life was practically slavery!"
After enjoying himself for a while, Hua Gang began worrying about danger even in times of peace.
He had not forgotten what he had gone through in the psychiatric hospital.
Back then, he had been completely at others' mercy, tied to a bed and subjected to all kinds of experiments.
Now, he had to consider what leverage he possessed.
Right. He could hold back some secret technologies and reveal them bit by bit.
There were so many important technologies on Earth that he could reveal a little every year and still have enough to last until he was ninety.
Thinking this, he said in his mind, "Old Grandpa, Old Grandpa, are you there?"
"Yes. Do you need something?" A kind,