Wandering Spaceship in Deep Space Chapter 19: Cancel special aviation tax

　　 1:00 in the afternoon.

　　 At the desk, Professor Wang Zhong, who is over eighty years old, is reading a red-headed document.

　　 As the reading progressed, his mood gradually got worse.

　　"Notice on the Cancellation of Special Aviation Tax"

　　"The special aviation construction tax will be officially cancelled on December 31, 2264. This announcement is hereby announced..."

　　 "The one who should come is to come."

　　Special aviation tax is a kind of support from the coalition government to the "Deep Space Project." All participating countries pay this part of the tax every year.

　　 Now, this tax is about to be abolished.

　　Professor Wang Zhong sighed for a long time. As his thinking deepened, the wrinkles on his forehead were like hills.

　　In this era, with the advancement of medical technology, especially the emergence of 3D bio-organ printing, the average life span of humans has reached 110 years, and people who are healthier can even live to 140 years. However, at the age of eighty, he was still a little older, and his energy decline made Wang Zhong start to become a little weak in scientific research.

　　 But as an academician of the Academy of Sciences, no matter how old he grows, his IQ far exceeds that of ordinary people.

　　 He is a person who can’t stay idle. When he gets older, it’s good to make use of some residual heat. It’s no big problem to bring some master's students. By the way, he can handle some administrative tasks.

　　As a scientific consultant of the Deep Space Foundation, I have a lot of work every day.

　　 The more he looked at the document that was just issued, the more frustrated he got.

　　Time doesn't matter. If he is in his twenties or thirties, he will definitely fight for a wave in the meeting. Even if this kind of dispute will not have much effect...

　　 Wang Zhong made a phone call, trying to make his tone more gentle: "...Don’t they know that the Earth Age wants to accelerate to seven thousandths of the speed of light, and has the support of Jupiter Base !"

　　"It costs a lot of money to make a super long-distance light path!"

　　 A middle-aged male voice came across the phone: "Professor Wang, tax cuts are the general trend of the times, and it is not something that a few of us can stop. This resolution has been studied for a long time, and it is not a temporary motive. The Foundation’s President Lin has also..."

　　 Wang Zhong said unwillingly: "If the sailing speed does not reach seven thousandths of the speed of light, do you know the consequences? A journey of 3000 years, any variable will have a domino-like chain reaction..."

　　"Professor Wang, we are thinking of a way. You can rest assured that even if you sell a large amount of assets, you will be able to collect enough money."

　　 Wang Zhong hung up and sighed again.

　　 also, for politicians, the "Earth Age" has been built long ago, and of course the taxes levied on the people must also be exempted. To be fair, this surcharge has been levied for more than 40 years, and the people have already complained.

　　 but...

　　 Where the follow-up funds come from is still a big question.

　　 Although the Deep Space Foundation has a big business and a large number of industries, it cannot withstand such a huge funding demand without the financial support of the coalition government. Selling assets is not a wise choice. Selling indiscriminately in the capital market will only make the capital predators cheaper. The market is murderous, and the more eager to sell, the lower the price they will offer.

　　 Again, the purpose of their Deep Space Foundation is not just to launch a colonial spacecraft, but ten, twenty, or even a hundred ships. These assets are their roots!

　　 At this moment, the office door rang slightly.

　　 "Please come in!" Wang Zhong said, pulling back his thoughts.

　　 A young girl walked in, his student Xu Yunjing.

　　 The girl said softly: "Teacher, there are some reporters outside who want to interview you. It's a group of foreigners, do you know him?"

　　"Foreigner?"

　　 "It seems that some kind of humanities association... wants us to donate to poor areas."

　　 "If you don't accept it, just say I'm not here!"

　　 As soon as the money issue is involved, Wang Zhong raised his eyebrows and his voice grew louder: "Think about it with your **** and you will know what they are here for! Although our foundation has many industries, the money is not windy. Is created by all scientists!"

　　"...in the future, don't talk to reporters, especially foreign reporters. They like to dig a hole to make you jump in. If you accidentally say a wrong sentence, they will make a big fuss and make all kinds of false reports. !"

　　 Xu Yunjing was said to be ashamed. It can be seen that my mentor is in a bad mood.

　　 Xia Country is a foreign energy exporting country. The domestic electricity is 3 cents once, which can be said to be a kind of social welfare.

　　 But it’s hard to say that the electricity sold abroad is hard to say. The labor of Xia Guoren cannot be sold cheaply, and this electricity needs to be profitable.

　　According to the investment contribution of the original research on nuclear fusion, some countries cost 8 cents once, and some are 30 cents once.

　　 Anyway, I like to use it or not, don’t pull it down.

　　The reason is nothing more than the high monopoly of controllable nuclear fusion projects. This extremely difficult project almost integrates the most cutting-edge technology of mankind, and not every country can do it with a slap in the head.

　　 Xu Yunjing thought for a while, and then said embarrassedly: "Teacher, will it affect you if you don’t accept the interview~ IndoMTL.com~ affect? ​​Affect a fart! Will starve to death without electricity? 30 cents once? Is it expensive? What human rights are, it is obvious that I want to use electricity cheaply!"

　　 Wang Zhong cursed badly: "...I didn't give much effort when I was studying, why do I want to pick peaches now?"

　　"This is national interest!"

　　"If you want cheaper electricity prices, you have to send representatives to negotiate with the government, instead of sneaking out a public opinion offensive here to win the sympathy of our people!"

　　Wang Zhong knows the truth that many words must be lost, and he doesn't bother to wrestle with this group of reporters. He just took the opportunity to educate his students that they must be "political sensitive."

　　 No matter what the problem is, you have to have emotional intelligence.

　　"Especially girls, don't be generous to others because of the heart attack!"

　　 Xu Yunjing was educated and stopped thinking about it. She was a little embarrassed and said: "Oh, and...that brother's son wants to visit you. Do you have time?"

　　"Brother? What brother?"

　　 "That's... Brother Zhang!" Xu Yunjing gestured with both hands.

　　 Wang Zhong was taken aback for a moment, and he quickly reacted. His expression slowed down, a softness flashed across his face.

　　 Zhang Qiming, his most talented disciple, the operator of the "Earth Age" master control system. All his students, whether they are doctoral or master students, call Zhang Qiming "senior brothers."

　　 As for... his son?

　　 It seems, I have never heard of it.

　　 Oh, I haven’t heard of it, but I’ve forgotten it a long time ago. Everyone knows about Einstein, but Einstein’s son has no one to worry about.

　　 Recalling that Zhang Qiming had passed away, the scene where a white-haired man gave a black-haired man, Wang Zhong sighed: "Hey, bring his son here."

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