82: Chapter 82 Zhao Yang, are you the reincarnation of the God of Wealth?

Watching Zhao Yang tuck the file bag under his arm and stand up to leave, Lu Yike grew worried again: "Director Zhao, are you really going to report this? Won't that money affect your career? I mean, affect how the organization evaluates you."

Zhao Yang looked at her, wearing an expression of "I am very comforted": "Yike, first of all, my assets are clean and I'm not afraid of an investigation. Besides, do you know what a solid economic foundation means?"

"It means having money." Lu Yike thought for a moment, "In short, I'm worried that the organization might think you… you're not good."

"The organization will only think I am reliable." Zhao Yang interrupted her, "Let's assume you want to corrupt me with money; how much would you offer?"

Lu Yike opened her mouth, and after a long while, she mumbled: "Ten million… uh, no, fifty million?"

Zhao Yang laughed: "Fifty million… unless you want to buy the hydrogen bomb blueprints of the Dragon Kingdom from me."

Lu Yike scratched her hair, understood what Zhao Yang meant, and gave a sheepish laugh.

Zhao Yang shook the file bag: "So the thicker my net worth, the more the organization considers me reliable. Once I lay my assets out before the Organization Department, anyone who wants to corrupt me will have to weigh how many coins they have in their own pockets first. After weighing it, they'll give up on their own."

Lu Yike nodded thoughtfully, then suddenly looked up: "Then I want to be reliable too."

Zhao Yang glanced at her: "Do you like money?"

Lu Yike thought about it and shook her head seriously: "I don't really feel anything about it."

"Then you are already reliable." Zhao Yang turned to walk out, "Without desire, one stands firm; your antibodies are maxed out."

Lu Yike followed him, was silent for a few seconds, and asked again: "Then what about you? Do you like money?"

"I do." Zhao Yang said without hesitation, "I like it very much."

Lu Yike's expression was a bit complicated: "Then you…"

"I like money, but I cannot break the rules." Zhao Yang sighed, "So I can only rely on my own hardworking hands and strive to earn a little hard-earned money."

Lu Yike's footsteps stopped.

Hard-earned money? A little?

The numbers on that asset list appeared in her mind, and her expression changed.

Lu Yike had never hated the rich, but now she only had one thought—to rush up and perish together with this damn rich man, Zhao Yang.

Lu Yike had been won over by Zhao Yang, but not everyone in the laboratory was Zhao Yang's loyal subordinate; there were plenty of people who even envied and resented him.

Although those people were disciplined by Zhao Yang to work diligently, that didn't stop them from wanting to cause trouble for Zhao Yang. After all, Zhao Yang's rank and position were truly too enviable.

In fact, Zhao Yang was perfectly aware of these negative emotions, but he didn't care. Those who are not envied are mediocre.

When Zhao Yang's files were transferred to the Third Institute, Jinghai had already handed over Zhao Yang's financial situation. This report of assets at most shocked a few relevant leaders and didn't cause too many waves, as this sort of thing still needed to be kept confidential. At most, everyone knew Zhao Yang was very rich, but the details were unclear. Zhao Yang drove an Audi every day, and the leaders of the Third Institute turned a blind eye, with Director Gao Wenbo even shamelessly hitching rides often.

However, although they couldn't attack him economically, his strange work state and work content had already been reported to Director Gao Wenbo by someone.

Just on the day Zhao Yang had finished finalizing the communication chip, Director Gao Wenbo arrived uninvited.

"Little Zhao, are you busy?"

"Director Gao, why did you come personally?" Zhao Yang quickly stood up.

"You go back to your work." Director Gao Wenbo said with a smile, "I heard from people in the institute that you've been busy writing something lately; is your paper almost finished?"

Zhao Yang was stunned for a moment, then understood. Someone had tattled.

However, his paper was actually already written long ago, it just lacked experimental data to support it. He had to wait until the laboratory's computing cluster was built to perform verification.

Zhao Yang smiled and pointed at the computer screen: "Director Gao, come here, let me show you something."

"Oh? You're speaking in riddles again." Director Gao Wenbo walked behind Zhao Yang, looked at the screen, and was dumbfounded.

The screen was covered in dense lines, footnotes, and labels; it looked like a circuit diagram, but it was different from a circuit diagram. He pointed at the screen: "What is this?"

Zhao Yang made a typing motion: "I've been writing this software for a while recently."

Director Gao Wenbo was stunned: "As expected of a top student from the Department of Computer Science. But Little Zhao, it's actually fine for you to work on projects for Shuimu, just make sure to close the door when you do it."

Zhao Yang also laughed: "This isn't a project for Shuimu. Our computing cluster needs a specialized communication chip. I wanted to use the 'panda' System that the institute bought, but it didn't meet the usage requirements, so I had to rewrite a chip design software."

Director Gao Wenbo swallowed his saliva.

Are people from the Department of Computer Science all this wild? They just write their own software at the drop of a hat.

He gave a thumbs up: "Impressive, impressive. Can the thing you wrote design chips?"

"Yes." Zhao Yang smiled, "It's mainly used in the communication chip Domain."

Director Gao Wenbo looked at the spider-leg-like things on the screen and suddenly shivered: "Wait. Little Zhao, aren't you from the Department of Computer Science? You also know how to design chips?"

"That's right." Zhao Yang said as a matter of course, "If I didn't know how to design chips, how could I write software that designs chips?"

Director Gao Wenbo opened his mouth, then closed it.

This logic seemed flawless. But it also seemed like something was wrong.

"Director Gao, this chip is the core equipment of our laboratory's computing cluster. If we don't have this, the efficiency will drop by more than ninety percent." Zhao Yang said, "I have already asked Little Lu to contact a manufacturer in the Imperial Capital that can do tape-outs to give us an expedited spot. We can get the chips in two months at the latest. During this time, we can design the circuit boards. In the future, this communication module can be sold as a featured product of our Third Institute."

"You mean it can also be used in other Domains?"

"As long as it's large-scale cluster computing, it's needed. Our country is still a blank slate in this area." Zhao Yang smacked his lips, "Director Gao, you need to give me a raise. Just the chip alone costs several thousand US dollars, and if it's made into a module, it's at least fifty thousand US dollars a piece."

"How much?" Director Gao Wenbo was shocked, "Fifty thousand? US dollars?"

"That's still a fair price." Zhao Yang smiled slightly, "Also, if the software I wrote is sold, the annual licensing fee should be tens of thousands of yuan. However, mine is only aimed at the communication Domain, and I don't have time to create libraries for other Domains. I suggest we contact Huada University, the company that makes 'panda', and cooperate with them. We provide the source code and the communication module, they handle the refinement and subsequent upgrades, and we split the money after it's sold."

Director Gao Wenbo stared blankly at Zhao Yang.

This person, worth tens of millions himself, could also lead the Third Institute to make money; could he be the Reincarnation of the God of Wealth?

Afterwards, Director Gao Wenbo excitedly contacted Huada University.

Huada University's first reaction was that this person was a fraud. However, after repeated verification, they finally confirmed that this was indeed the Deputy Director of the Third Institute of the Ministry of Public Security.

They subsequently felt that this guy had definitely been fooled by his subordinate bragging.

EDA software is the pearl on the crown of industrial software; a mature toolchain requires huge capital and the input of high-end professional talent. A research institute under the Ministry of Public Security can come up with this? Then they at Huada University might as well disband and go farm.

But the Third Institute was, after all, official, so they had to go through the motions. Huada University had no choice but to send someone to deal with it—a trainee engineer assistant who had only been on the job for three months.