Before Song Han, who had fallen into a deep sleep, could fully wake up, he heard a wail explode in his ear.
"My dear child! What happened to you!"
The chef, Aliang, standing beside him, looked a bit awkward. He looked at Song Han's mother and asked in a low voice, "Does your family have the habit of slapping mosquitoes with your head?"
"What do you mean?"
Meeting the puzzled gaze of Song Han's family, Aliang forced a smile.
"Nothing... It's just that Ahan fell down while slapping a mosquito and hit the wall."
Song Han's father obviously didn't believe it. He pointed at the figure wrapped up like an Indian man on the hospital bed and stared with wide eyes, asking, "Can slapping a mosquito result in this?"
Seeing that Song Han's family seemed determined not to leave the ward without an explanation, Aliang silently groaned inwardly.
Who did he provoke? He had just wanted to take in a promising younger brother, but unexpectedly, the guy had a screw loose.
Who would dare to take in someone with such a fierce habit of slapping mosquitoes with his head as a younger brother!
"Dad, I'm okay!"
"You're awake, son?"
Song Han struggled to get up, but even a slight movement of his body made him feel dizzy.
Ugh~~!
"Don't move, don't move. The doctor just finished the ward round and said you have a severe concussion and need to rest well."
Song Han lay feebly on the hospital bed, not even having the strength to wipe the saliva from his mouth after retching.
'I was careless. I used too much force.'
"I accidentally bumped into it. It has nothing to do with Brother Aliang."
Song Han's words obviously made Chef Aliang heave a sigh of relief.
After accepting the advance payment for the medical expenses amidst the profuse thanks from Song Han's parents, the stone in his heart finally dropped.
"Ahan, I'm leaving now. I'll come to see you when I'm free."
Waving goodbye, Song Han looked at Aliang's dashing figure walking away and suddenly thought that being a chef might also be a good life path.
"Time for the infusion, time for the infusion!"
A nurse pushed a small medical cart in. Song Han subconsciously stared at her face. It was a strange young lady.
Strange, why did he suddenly feel a sense of loss?
...
"The twelfth day of being out of contact with the boss. I miss him!"
"You want to invest in my brain-computer interface project?"
The voice ringing in his ears brought Luo Xiang back to his senses. He looked at the young man in front of him with well-defined features and confident, determined eyes, and suddenly felt that he was getting old. He was clearly a few years younger than the other person!
He was clearly a few years younger than the other person!
He turned his head and looked at the slightly greasy face reflected in the window in front of him, and let out a helpless sigh. This damned comfortable life. It's all the boss's fault for giving too much.
Shaking his head, Luo Xiang introduced to the other person's strange gaze, "Our Jian'an Technology is a venture capital company dedicated to innovative projects in cutting-edge technologies around the world. Currently, we have numerous invested projects that have been implemented in the Asia-Pacific region.
We also recognized the promoting effect of the brain-computer interface project on future human civilization and its broad prospects in the future, which is why we arranged this meeting."
Mark gently tapped the table, showing no clear agreement or disagreement with Luo Xiang's words, but just asked curiously, "I don't have any affiliated companies under my name, nor have I put forward any implementation ideas. Where did you get this information?"
"What? There's nothing?"
Now it was Luo Xiang's turn to be astonished. He had invested in so many companies that already had a basic framework. How could he discuss investment when there was nothing here?
He rummaged through the business plan in his hand in a panic. There were project visions, investment plans, and technical routes.
There was everything, except for a method of how to implement the investment when the other party had nothing, not even an idea.
The words "First Priority" on the first page of the business plan made Luo Xiang frown.
This meant that he had to secure this project, and theoretically, he could apply to the boss for unlimited financial support.
Although he had serious doubts about this so-called "unlimited".
Luo Xiang rubbed his forehead with a headache.
"The thirteenth day of being out of contact with the boss. I miss him!"
Luo Xiang gathered his thoughts again, raised his head, and showed a professional smile. "Mr. Mark, since you agreed to our meeting today, doesn't that mean you're interested in this project?
Since you're interested, I think there's a possibility of cooperation between us.
You can have this idea of the brain-computer interface!"
"Did you come here specifically for this brain-computer interface project? I thought you were here for a new energy or aerospace company."
Frowning, Mark flipped through the documents in his hand. Realizing it was a misunderstanding, he stood up and said dejectedly, "I think our meeting today needs to end here."
"Wait a moment!"
Luo Xiang quickly stood up and said, "Aren't you, Mr. Mark, interested in the connection between human consciousness and the digital virtual world?
You know, if this technology can really be implemented and achieve results, it can help paralyzed people stand up again and enable people who have lost the function of their limbs to control electronic devices through their consciousness.
Considering so many vegetative patients in a deep unconscious state in the world, this is truly a technology that can change the world!"
At this moment, Luo Xiang's image was very much like that of an entrepreneur promoting a project.
"Great vision."
Mark shrugged and spread his hands, saying, "If I still had money, I might try to promote it in the future. But now, my new energy and aerospace projects have already consumed all my energy."
Mark's words sparked an inspiration in Luo Xiang.
"So your new energy and aerospace companies also need investment, right?"
Luo Xiang smiled slightly and sat back down.
"Perhaps you can introduce your projects to me. Is the new energy company a cable company?"
"No, no, no! It's an electric vehicle company!"
As if hope had been kindled, Mark waved his hand and said, "You should know that the earth's energy will be exhausted one day. Relying on the current technological progress, photovoltaic, wind power, nuclear power, and even the foreseeable nuclear fusion technology in the future, they can all provide endless energy for us humans.
These energies need a good carrier. In comparison, fuel cars that constantly need to burn oil and pollute the environment are the things that should really be thrown into the trash can."
In an instant, the situation changed. Luo Xiang regained his professional smile.
"Perhaps we can be more straightforward. How much money do your cable company and aerospace project need currently, and how many shares are you willing to offer?"
Mark emphasized, "It's an electric vehicle company!"
Luo Xiang imitated the other person's gesture, shrugged, and spread his hands, saying, "Although we're not particularly interested in these two companies, if they are attached as conditions for investing in the brain-computer interface project, our Jian'an can also provide you with some help for these two companies."
As if thinking of something, Mark looked at Luo Xiang, who was sitting in front of him with a calm expression, and raised his eyebrows.
"Do you know their current scale?
Your Jian'an, an investment company from Country X that I've never heard of? Do you have such a large source of funds?"
Luo Xiang said confidently, "No matter how much it is, it makes no difference to us at Jian'an."
"I seem to have regained interest in our conversation."
Mark laughed heartily and handed Luo Xiang two documents.
Flipping through the introductions in the documents, although Luo Xiang's expression remained unchanged, his heart was pounding.
Although Tesla was highly packaged in the documents, it was still not difficult to see that this was a small car manufacturing company constantly struggling on the verge of bankruptcy.
With Mark's previous personal investment and the existing technical accumulation, its current valuation had reached 100 million US dollars.
The aerospace company was even more outrageous. A company that was still in the preliminary stage of technical verification and accumulation, relying on the highly concentrated technical and financial characteristics of the aerospace industry, although it had nothing yet, was also valued at 1 billion US dollars.
Closing the documents, Luo Xiang took a deep breath and said with an unchanged expression, "Tell me, how much money do you need in total?"
Mark stared at Luo Xiang seriously and said, "300 million US dollars!
The new energy project needs 50 million for the mass production technical verification of the first sports car.
And the aerospace company plans to launch the first Skyhawk rocket next year, which requires at least 250 million for research, development, and production!"
Luo Xiang's expression froze. After a moment of silence, he stood up and said, "Our company needs to conduct in-depth research."
"You're welcome anytime!"
Watching Luo Xiang's departing figure, Mark shook his head with a bitter smile.
What was he expecting?
It was just a small investment company from Country X.