Chapter 19: Abolition of Special Aviation Tax
One p.m.
At the desk, Professor Wang Zhong, who is over 80 years old, is reading a red-headed document.
As the reading progressed, his mood gradually became worse.
"Notice on Canceling the Special Aviation Tax
" "The special aviation construction tax will be officially abolished on December 31, 2264, hereby announce..." "
What should come is still coming."
The special aviation tax is the coalition government's " A support for the Deep Space Program. All participating countries pay this part of the tax every year.
Now, this tax is about to be abolished.
Professor Wang Zhong heaved a long sigh. With the deepening of thinking, the wrinkles on his forehead were like hills and valleys.
In this era, with the advancement of medical technology, especially the emergence of 3D bio-organ printing, the average lifespan of human beings has reached 110 years old, and the healthy ones can even live to 140 years old. But the age of eighty is still a little bit older, and Wang Zhong's energy decline made Wang Zhong start to feel a little powerless in scientific research.
However, as an academician of the Academy of Sciences, no matter how old he is, his IQ is far beyond ordinary people.
He is a restless person. He is old, and it is good to use some spare energy. It is not a big problem to take some master's students, and he can also handle some administrative work by the way.
As a science advisor to the Deep Space Foundation, there are endless things to do every day.
The more he looked at the document that had just been promulgated, the more frustrated he became.
Time does not pass around, if he was younger, in his twenties or thirties, he would definitely fight for his reasons in the meeting. Even if this kind of dispute won't 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 the speed of light for thousands of years?" Seven out of ten, we still have the support of the Jupiter base!"
"It costs a lot of money to manufacture an ultra-long-distance optical path!"
A middle-aged male voice came from the other side of the phone: "Professor Wang, tax cuts are the trend of the times, and it is not something that a few of us can stop. This resolution has already been studied. For a long time, it was not a temporary idea. The president of the foundation, Lin, has already..."
Wang Zhong said unwillingly: "If the speed of sailing cannot reach 7/1000 of the speed of light, do you know the consequences? A 3000-year journey Ah, any change will produce a domino-like chain reaction..."
"Professor Wang, we are trying to find a way. Don't worry, even if we sell a lot of assets, we will still be able to make up enough money."
Wang Zhong hung up the phone, Sighed again.
Also, for politicians, the "Earth Age" has been built long ago, and of course the taxes collected from the people have to be exempted. To be reasonable, this additional tax has been levied for more than 40 years, and the people have long complained.
But...
where the follow-up funds will come from is still a big problem.
Although the Deep Space Foundation has a large family and a large number of industries, without the financial support of the coalition government, it is impossible to withstand such a huge demand for funds. Selling assets is not a wise choice, and selling them indiscriminately in the capital market will only make those capital predators cheaper. The market is bloodless, the more anxious they are to sell, the lower the price they will charge.
Furthermore, the purpose of their Deep Space Foundation is not just to launch one colony spacecraft, but ten, twenty, or even a hundred. These assets are their roots!
At this moment, the office door knocked lightly a few times.
"Please come in!" Wang Zhong pulled back his thoughts and said.
A young girl walked in, who was 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 them?" "
Foreigners?"
"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!"
When money is involved, Wang Zhong raised his eyebrows and raised his voice: "Think about it with your butt." I know what they are here for! Although our foundation has many industries, the money is not brought by strong winds, it is created by all scientists!" "...don't talk to
that kind of reporter in the future, especially foreign reporters They just like to dig a hole for you to jump in, and if you accidentally say a wrong sentence, they will make a big fuss and report all kinds of nonsense!"
Xu Yunjing was disheartened by the words. It can be seen that my instructor is in a bad mood.
Xia Guo is a country that exports energy to foreign countries. Domestic electricity costs 3 cents per kilowatt-hour, which can be said to be a kind of social welfare.
But it is difficult to sell electricity abroad. The labor of Xia people cannot be sold cheaply, and the electricity needs to be profitable.
According to the contribution of the original research on nuclear fusion, some countries cost 8 cents per degree, while others pay 30 cents per degree.
Anyway, if you like it or not, you don't have to pull it down.
The reason is nothing more than the high monopoly of controlled nuclear fusion projects. This hugely difficult project almost integrates the most cutting-edge technology of mankind, and not every country can do it with a pat on the head.
Xu Yunjing thought for a while, and said embarrassedly: "Teacher, if you don't accept the interview, will it affect
you badly?" What human rights? It's obvious that they want to use electricity cheaply!"
Wang Zhong scolded angrily, "…you didn't put much effort into your research, so why do you want to pick peaches now?" "
This is the national interest!"
"I want to For a cheaper electricity price, you have to send representatives to negotiate with the government, instead of sneaking around here to engage in public opinion offensives to win the sympathy of our people!"
Wang Zhong was well aware of the truth that too much talk would lead to loss, so he didn't bother to argue with this group of reporters. He just took the opportunity to educate his students to be "political sensitive".
No matter what you do, you have to have emotional intelligence.
"Especially girls, don't be generous to others because of the Madonna attack!"
Xu Yunjing was educated, so she stopped thinking about it. She said with a little embarrassment again: "Oh, and... that senior brother's son wants to visit you. Do you have time?" "
Senior brother? What senior brother?"
"It's that...Senior brother Zhang!" Xu Yunjing gestured with both hands.
Wang Zhong was taken aback for a moment, and quickly realized. His expression slowed down, and a softness flashed across his face.
Zhang Qiming, his most talented disciple, is the operator of the main control system of "Earth Times". All his students, whether they are doctoral or master students, call Zhang Qiming "senior brother".
As for... his son?
It seems that I have never heard of it.
Oh, it's not that I haven't heard of it, but I have long forgotten it. Everyone knows Einstein, but no one wants to remember Einstein's son.
Recalling the scene where Zhang Qiming passed away and the white-haired man gave off the black-haired man, Wang Zhong sighed: "Oh, bring his son here."
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