Chi Baichuan said, "That really is a problem."
Chi Ning pinched the three sheets of draft paper between his fingers. But I've already worked it all out. Taking it to our lab for verification would take a day at most. It's just picking one out of three—easy.
But he was a little afraid to hand them over. After all, the last time, his brother had refused to believe he had a lab outside and would rather believe he was keeping wild men.
Ah, forget it. Why think so much?
Chi Ning shut his eyes, stretched out his hand, and said, "Actually, I've already finished the calculations. I got a little interested after seeing the formula that day, so I worked on it a bit."
Chi Yang: ?
Chi Baichuan: ?
Chi Baichuan took the three childish-looking sheets of white paper and examined them carefully. They actually seemed fairly legitimate.
The feasibility was considerable.
Chi Baichuan immediately made a call and summoned the current chief director of Lab Group A.
Chi Ning had met this man before. The last time he had come over for barbecue, he had loved the beef ribs and devoured eight whole pieces.
The two middle-aged men muttered among themselves for quite a while, and the lab director was overwhelmed with mixed feelings.
Clutching the corner of one sheet of paper, he sighed. "Brother Chuan... tell me honestly. I haven't even warmed this director's seat yet. Am I about to get replaced again?"
"Th-this was figured out on just three sheets of paper. Can I meet this genius?"
Chi Baichuan's feelings were complicated too: thirty percent pride, twenty percent confusion, and fifty percent reflected glory.
"Ah." He patted his thigh and pointed at Chi Ning, who was obediently sitting beside Chi Yang and nibbling on a piece