Advisory Group

After finishing his studies for the day, Han Yang organized the difficult problems he had encountered that he couldn't solve on his own. He compiled them into an email and sent it directly to Professor Zhang Dong.

Professor Zhang Dong was the reliable expert Han Yang had found on the Q&A website earlier. After communicating a few times on the website, the two reached an agreement and began contacting each other privately, essentially cutting out the middleman and preventing them from earning a commission.

Every day, Han Yang would compile the problems he couldn't solve and send them to him. Professor Zhang Dong would then reply after a period of research and thought.

In return, Han Yang had to pay Professor Zhang Dong a fee ranging from 10,000 to 30,000 yuan per month on average, essentially hiring him as a part-time scientific consultant.

He had expected Professor Zhang Dong to reply at the earliest tomorrow, but unexpectedly, as soon as he sent the email, Professor Zhang Dong's call came through.

"Little Han, aren't these problems too specialized and too complex? Even for me, I'd have to think about them for four or five days before I'd dare to answer, and I can't even guarantee it's correct."

Professor Zhang Dong's voice was full of helplessness: "I'm just doing a part-time job, earning some pocket money on the Q&A website to supplement my family's income. You're making me so tired I don't even have the energy to teach during the day."

Han Yang felt a pang of shame.

He was the one who had posed the questions, and he naturally knew how significant they were.

Forget it, I can't just keep milking one person. I've already gained enough by paying so little money to have Professor Zhang answer so many questions during this time.

After thinking for a moment, Han Yang smiled and said, "How about this, Professor Zhang? I'll give you 50,000 yuan a month, and you can assemble a consultant team for me? You can decide who to find and how much to pay them, as long as they can answer my questions. With more people, you'll also have an easier time."

On the other end of the line, Zhang Dong was stunned for a moment, but he felt it wasn't a bad idea.

Old Wang, Old Li, Old Liu, and a few of my students, their family situations aren't very good. Some even take on tutoring jobs. If I give them five thousand yuan a month, I guarantee they'll be happy. Besides, with more people, everyone can discuss things, and the accuracy and efficiency of answering questions will be higher. I'll also be more relaxed and can earn more money.

"That could work."

Zhang Dong immediately lost his complaints and readily agreed.

"Alright then, it's settled. I'll transfer the subsequent money to you."

They had been cooperating for quite some time, so there was a level of trust between them.

Zhang Dong sighed again: "I really don't understand why you're always researching these problems."

Han Yang casually replied, "Our team received investment to make a hardcore tech game that allows players to build their own chips in the game. The tech details naturally have to be realistic."

"So that's it."

Zhang Dong suddenly understood: "However, your team's learning progress is quite fast. The questions you've been asking recently are getting more and more profound."

"Of course, that's the power of a team."

After settling things with Professor Zhang Dong, Han Yang, feeling a bit pained, transferred another 40,000 yuan to Zhang Dong, settling this month's fee.

Learning is not only tiring, but it's also damn expensive. Sigh.

Although Han Yang had a high income, his expenses were also large. Just Zhang Dong alone cost 50,000 a month. The security officer for these few blocks, Zhou Da'an, also had to be paid 25,000 a month. Adding in water, electricity, and internet fees, and the fact that Fuxing Mall had just started operating and wasn't yet profitable, so many people had to be supported, and equipment still needed to be bought. Life was still tight.

But no matter how tight it is, the necessary equipment must be bought. This operating platform and industrial robot, I'll buy them now.

As the CPU precision further improved, relying solely on manual labor was no longer realistic.

The wires were as thin as sewing needles, and a single transistor was as small as a grain of rice, with tens of thousands of them. How could they be soldered one by one by hand?

Getting an industrial robot and an operating platform to operate the robot for manufacturing was the only feasible path.

This instantly made another 200,000 disappear.

Looking at the remaining 50,000 yuan in his account, Han Yang sighed again.

Fortunately, after today, the money earned yesterday could be withdrawn again. By then, he would have 80,000 yuan in hand.

The night passed, and after a good sleep, Han Yang was full of energy again and threw himself back into his studies.

Time quietly flowed by. At this moment, Zhang Dazhu and his companion Li Qing were patrolling the streets.

After more than half a month of hellish training, Zhang Dazhu was completely different from before. His back was straight, his figure was tall and upright, and he had a bit of an elite aura. Especially when paired with the security uniform printed with the words Revival Group, he looked even more imposing.

The streets were bustling with people. The houses facing the street, no matter how dilapidated, were rented out and businesses were starting up. There were food stalls, clothing stores, barbershops, and so on, all kinds of businesses, making it very prosperous.

Compared to the three streets controlled by Revival Group, just over ten meters away, another street was deserted. The houses were tightly shut, and pedestrians hurried along, not daring to linger. Only when they reached these three streets did they breathe a sigh of relief.

Who didn't know that the three streets of Revival Group had good security now? Not to mention street robberies or gang conflicts, even petty thieves didn't dare to go there. If they were caught, their hands would really be broken.

Seeing Zhang Dazhu approaching at this moment, both pedestrians and merchants cast respectful glances at him, making Zhang Dazhu involuntarily puff out his chest, his heart filled with pride.

Life is so much more comfortable now. Training is tiring, but what does that matter?

Being able to earn people's heartfelt respect and personally participate in creating a haven in a chaotic world, this sense of accomplishment was incomparable to anything else.

"Officer Zhang, here's this month's protection fee. Please take it."

Walking to the entrance of a fried goods store, the owner enthusiastically came out and tried to stuff a sum of money into Zhang Dazhu's hand.

"Uncle Tong, I can't do this. The company has dedicated personnel to collect protection fees uniformly. I can't accept it."

Zhang Dazhu immediately refused.

"I just happened to see you, so I thought I'd give it to you directly. Alright then, I'll pay when the collector comes. The melon seeds are just out of the pot, Officer Zhang, have a taste."

"Uncle Tong, please don't get me into trouble. Our company is strict, I can't take anything from you."

Zhang Dazhu waved his hands repeatedly: "Alright, I'm leaving. Call me if you need anything."

The two walked away and continued patrolling. His companion Li Qing sighed, "I've never seen anyone rushing to pay protection fees. Back when I was in that gang, which time did we collect protection fees without having to chop a few people to establish dominance..."

Zhang Dazhu scoffed, "What gang can compare to our company?"

Patrolling to the end of the street, Zhang Dazhu shook his head as he looked at the deserted street just across the road, then turned back.

But he saw a person rush out from over there, holding money, and kneeling in front of Zhang Dazhu: "Officer Zhang, please, please take this protection fee!"