When Leng Ningyu learned all this, his whole body was like an eggplant beaten by frost, and he slumped lifelessly on the chair.
At first, he was in trouble because of this design and could not get out of it. He also had an enlightenment because of Qiu Mo's words, but in the end he still could not solve this thorny problem. He went through many experiments to prove this technology.
The defects will not affect the overall quality of TP5, but they will eventually lead to big mistakes.
The atmosphere in the office was gloomy for a while, and everyone felt as if a huge stone was weighing on their hearts.
After an unknown amount of time, Leng Xiao slowly stood up straight, as if he had just gone through a painful ordeal. He rubbed his sore eyebrows and looked at the sudden strong wind outside the window, blowing the leaves on both sides of the road like
The soldiers who were on the battlefield rushed to the middle of the road.
His voice was low and firm, with a well-thought-out determination: "We will hold a press conference next week to announce to the world that TP5 is defective."
"Brother?"
"Master Leng."
Leng Ningyu and Li Xiang stopped him almost in unison: "No way."
If the matter is made public now, there is only one fate waiting for the Leng Consortium - ruin.
"Brother, give me some more time and I will definitely solve the problem." Leng Ningyu begged eagerly.
"Yes, Mr. Leng, I will also do my best to assist Manager Leng."
Leng Xiao looked out the window sadly and chuckled: "Ning Yu, can you really solve the problem that you have been unable to solve for so long?"
Leng Ningyu lowered his head, he really wasn't sure about this.
"But, brother, why do you have to announce the news? As long as you give me time, I will gather the best design experts in the world. The problem will be solved sooner or later. At that time, we only need to develop a software for users to download for free.
No one will know about this."
Leng Xiao looked at him with a cold face and said, "I don't have time to wait anymore."
Yes, he wants to get Qiu Mo back, otherwise she will go back to Iceland with Ye Hen. At that time, it will not be so easy for him to be lucky enough to rescue her from Iceland again, so there is not much time left for him
Go to waste.
Moreover, he wanted to use this to tell her that he would come back after all the money was spent. He Leng Xiao would rather spend all this wealth than let Ye Hen lose the leverage to blackmail her. Money is nothing, power is nothing, everyone's sighs are...
Not as good as her smile, not as much as the admiration of the whole world, not as good as her looking back. He spent his whole life only wanting her.
Leng Ningyu wanted to say something more, but Leng Xiao raised his hand to stop him: "This is my final decision, go ahead and do it."
"Brother."
"Master Leng."
Leng Xiao's voice of reluctance was indifferently left behind. He stood on the rooftop of the 66th floor of Leng's Daxia, letting the wind blow his clothes loudly.
The clouds in the distance piled up on the round spire of the church, and seemed to split when blown by the wind.
He looked at the fists clenched with his hands, his heart heaving.
What stands under his feet now is the foundation that he spent all his youth and sweat building. He is not reluctant to give up, because he is more nostalgic and emotional than anyone else.
It has always been his dream to be a successful businessman, and he has paid too much for the realization of this dream.
But as long as a person lives, his dreams will not disappear. When one dream ends, another dream will follow. It is precisely because of this that people can continue to work hard and move forward.
The buildings in the distance lit up one after another, and neon lights enveloped the noisy road.
He turned around decisively, and his words were blown to pieces by the wind on the rooftop.
"Farewell!"
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Only a little bit away, just a little bit away from solving the problem of TP5. Qiu Mo sat next to the stone in the backyard, holding chalk in his hand and writing and scratching on the stone.
Ever since Ye Hen discovered the TP5 design draft she locked in a drawer last time, he confiscated her pen and paper and ordered everyone not to provide her with these things.
Even though there was no pen and paper, Qiu Mo still insisted on using chalk to solve problems on the stone. After each calculation, she would wash away the traces on the stone with water, and then remember those things in her mind, and she continued to persevere.
Keep persisting, it seems that victory is already waving to her.
But her health has gotten worse recently, and she sleeps for more than twelve hours a day. Sometimes when she wakes up, she feels so sleepy that she wants to lie down immediately. Just like now, she can't open her eyes.
It was getting dark, and Ye Hen was about to come back. She wiped the stone clean with a rag soaked in water, carefully buried the chalk in the soil under the stone, and covered the white powder that fell from writing with fine soil.
Lose.
After doing all this, she became even more sleepy.
The maid who had been waiting for her in the distance saw her coming over tiredly, and hurriedly stepped forward and asked: "Miss, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
"I'm sleepy." Qiu Mo pinched her hand secretly and felt a sharp pain, and then she woke up.
This maid was sent by Ye Hen to serve her. Every day when she went to the back garden to do questions, he sent her aside to wait. She was very quiet by nature, and Ye Hen had asked her to do so, so the maid did not dare to disturb her. Every time
They all stay here obediently.
"I'll help the young lady to have a nap."
"Um."
Qiu Mo slept for another two hours. When she woke up, she found Ye Hen sitting by the bed and looking at her. She didn't know if it was her imagination, but she actually saw a hint of disappointment in his dark eyes.
The look on his face was immediately replaced by a smile. He held her small hand with his long slender hand and asked in a low voice: "Why did you fall asleep again? What did you do today?"
"Fold paper." She replied.
"What are you folding? Show it to me."
Qiu Mo didn't want to get up, so she pointed at the dressing table in front of her.
Ye Hen walked over patiently, picked up a red paper crane from the table, waved it in front of his eyes, and asked her with a smile: "Is this the one?"
Qiu Mo nodded. It was like this every day. He always asked her what she did today. If she said reading, he would ask her to tell him the story in the book. If she said playing the piano, he would ask her to tell him the story in the book.
She played the song to him again. In short, no matter what she did, she must repeat it in front of his eyes.
"My Momo hands are so skillful, I can fold such a beautiful paper crane." He carefully played with it in his hands, as if appreciating some precious artwork.
"Whatever you want to eat tonight, I'll let the kitchen do it." He put the paper crane on the bed and turned to ask her.
"Lily and celery." She answered without thinking.
"I'm going to tell you that if you feel sleepy, you can sleep for a while." Ye Hen covered her with a quilt and turned around to go out.
As soon as he left, Qiu Mo sat up from the bed. She had to admit that she was still very sleepy, but this unreasonable sleepiness was definitely something wrong. She thought of his disappointed look just now, and her heart