In Chen Yang's palm, it changed into various shapes. Sometimes it was folded in half to the size of an A5 book, and sometimes it was folded repeatedly to become the size of a cigarette box.
No matter how it is folded, the screen facing Chen Yang is always slightly translucent, and the writing on it is clear and sharp, making it easy to see.
"This flexible ink screen technology is not mature enough for commercial use, right?"
Chen Yang asked curiously.
Chen Fang raised her head in surprise. She did not expect that Chen Yang was not obsessed with the past at all. He was also not interested in the Chen family's inherited knowledge recorded on the ink screen and the education that heirs must receive.
"I'm actually curious about technology..."
"What's your focus?"
Chen Fang complained in her heart, but did not dare to say it out loud. She explained: "Master, this is technology from Sony's laboratory. It is at least ten years ahead of commercial use."
Chen Yang smiled knowingly, knowing that this was the case.
The accumulation of a big family is not just the old and outdated things that ordinary people imagine, exuding a stale atmosphere.
Rather, it is like an octopus or a thousand-year-old spider spirit, weaving a web densely and densely, covering all aspects of the world.
Including, the most cutting-edge technology.
Before Chen Yang left the Chen family in Beijing, he knew that the Chen family had invested in many top laboratories across the country, Japan, South Korea, Europe and the United States. Research projects included but were not limited to diseases, longevity, biology, chemistry, etc.
This is not only true for domestic thousand-year-old families, but also for the inbreeding in Europe and the United States.
As far as Chen Yang knows, they control top journals, top laboratories, and even the selection of the Nobel Prize, etc.
All the big families combined are like invisible hands, controlling the development and direction of the world.
If the earth were a football, then these big families would be football players on the field, competing with each other and kicking the ball out at every turn, causing the ball to fly away.
Now, Chen Yang has put on sneakers on one foot and stepped onto the football field.
Chen Fang couldn't help but asked tentatively: "Master, won't you open it and take a look?"
"Also, grandpa asked me to ask you, when will you return to the family?"
Chen Yang casually lit up the ink screen and said casually: "You still have to watch it, don't rush it."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's still the same as before, ranging from regulating the family to governing the country and bringing peace to the world, down to playing the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting room, doing everything."
"You said it's hard to be the heir to a big family. You have to train an ordinary person to become a generalist."
Chen Yang spoke in a joking tone, with something hidden behind his words, making Chen Fang and others not sure where to go.
After a long while, Chen Fang asked tentatively: "Master, what about Mr. Han wanting to join the Chen family..."
Han Dong stood aside for a long time, and finally waited for these words. He couldn't help but look over nervously, staring at Chen Yang's lips, most afraid that he would touch his upper and lower lips and spit out "no".
"Can."
Chen Yang smiled and said: "Mr. Han has worked hard these years, welcome."
Han Dong was in tears and trembling all over. Brother Hu behind him looked at this scene in shock.
Over the years, even if Han Dong was put to the head with a gun and saved the day in the most dangerous moment, he had never seen Han Dong so excited.
The next second, Han Dong adjusted his appearance according to the ritual in his memory, and regardless of his age, he took a step forward and knelt down on one knee.
He held Chen Yang's hand with both hands, lowered his head and kissed Chen Wangjie, calling him devoutly: