Chapter 6: The Rise of the Underdog

After taking in his expression, Zhao Ping waved his hand and said, "I only mentioned that lithium-ion batteries are a good choice; after all, they have a high cost-performance ratio, but they are not the most suitable power source."

"Lithium-ion batteries are already a very advanced technology; it's hard to see what better options there could be." Jiang Yaqi frowned and asked in confusion.

Zhao Ping's lips curled into a slight arc as he said, "Graphite."

Without waiting for him to finish his sentence, Jiang Yaqi suddenly realized, "You mean graphene batteries?"

"Exactly!" Zhao Ping nodded. Many people, including many designers, don't really understand this kind of material, but he is different. Ever since he consumed that "Cosmic Low-Level Physics Skills Book," his understanding of graphene has become quite profound. He knows a full thirty-seven extraction techniques. It's important to note

Seeing the three interviewers looking somewhat bewildered, Zhao Ping spoke confidently: "Since 2004, when two scientists from the University of Manchester in the UK first isolated graphene from graphite, the development over the past decade has shown that the use of graphene is no longer limited to laboratories. Various manufacturing methods

"So..." a smile appeared on Jiang Yaqi's face.

Zhou Xinghua's eyes sparkled with brilliance.

Even Zhang Mingwei, who hadn't fully grasped the situation yet, was left wide-eyed in surprise.

Is this really just a recent graduate from a third-rate university? Why does he always have the illusion that he is facing his mentor from Zhejiang University? A product design student first needs a solid foundation in design principles, followed by breathtaking physical concepts. Even the product information must be understood more thoroughly than those who are merely dabbling in the forefront of technology.

When did the Southwest become so impressive? Is this about embracing diversity and cultivating well-rounded talents?

"Therefore, the concept of the air umbrella is more than just empty talk."

After Zhao Ping finished saying this, he casually put down the marker in his hand, bowed to the three interviewers with expressive faces, and asked, "Leaders, did I pass the interview?"

"Uh... well, Xiao Zhang, the interview is over. You can now go back and wait for the results from the HR department. The first to come to his senses, Zhou Xinghua awkwardly said, "Why do I always feel like I'm being interviewed?"

As soon as Zhao Ping waved his shirt and left without a trace of a cloud, the room instantly erupted.

"I want this person." Jiang Yaqi took the initiative, demonstrating decisiveness; striking first is the best strategy.

"Isn't Director Jiang a bit too aggressive?"

Zhou Xinghua gave her a faint glance and said softly, "Don't forget that I am the chief director, with the right of first choice."

"You..."

"Alright, you two."

As the least experienced among the five directors, Zhang Weiming was self-aware enough not to wade into this murky water. Seeing the two of them in a tense standoff, he quickly stepped in to mediate: "Why don't you two stop arguing? Everyone appreciates talent. I think we should decide.

It's a pity that his suggestion was not accepted by the two. Zhou Xinghua glanced at Jiang Yaqi and felt a bit of a headache; this woman is no small fry. She dares to bang the table even in front of the boss. It seems that if she doesn't pay a price today,

After thinking for a while, he reluctantly made a concession with a pained expression: "How about this: Zhao Ping goes to me, and that top student from Tsinghua University, Kong Songfu, goes to you. That should be acceptable, right?"

"No deal!"

Zhou Xinghua was furious. He took a deep breath and gritted his teeth, saying, "Fine, let's go with that Chang Yuyan who has studied at Stanford University." At this point, he looked deeply at Jiang Yaqi and said, "If you're still not satisfied, then let's compete and see who comes out on top in the end!"

"Remember your promise." Jiang Yaqi was quite decisive; she didn't really want to fall out with Zhou Xinghua. Although she had some connections, her qualifications were indeed not on par with his. Even in elementary school teachings, there is the saying of respecting the elderly and cherishing the young—one shouldn't take things to

Zhao Ping naturally knew nothing of these matters. He was now sitting in a taxi, and with what he considered to be his exceptional emotional intelligence, he guessed that his estimation was pretty much spot on. At that moment, he felt absolutely elated!

Right now, the top priority is to hurry back to school and share this positive news with a few close friends. As for whether this will invite any hatred, who knows? Then it is no longer within his consideration.

In fact, he was rushing back; wasn't it just to show off?

Fortunately, Zhao Ping was unaware that Jiang Yaqi and Zhou Xinghua had gone to extraordinary lengths for him, even directly swapping the two top students from prestigious universities as if they were mere goods. Otherwise, given his situation of enduring humiliation for 23 years while still unable to escape the fate of being

On the way back, Zhao Ping summoned the craftsman system to take a look and found that his reputation had increased by 10,019, rising by 3 points. It seemed that this reputation gain could still be repeated, which made him feel a bit more at ease.

However, that being said, where is he going to get 100,000 reputation points? I didn't see him spend 23 bucks just to save up that little bit; I guess a good half of it came from his parents and relatives.

"Sigh... I've really lived my life like a dog. I thought with my charm, there would be many girls secretly in love with me and countless admirers, but I guess the truth hit. Zhao Ping murmured softly, his deep-set eyes revealing a hint of melancholy.

It was getting late, and it felt like the deities in the temple were starting to rebel. Zhao Ping extravagantly spent 10 yuan to have a bowl of spicy noodles at the old neighborhood, and only then did he meander his way to school.

As he approached the long-neglected school gate, he spotted a graceful figure standing beneath the only crooked tree that offered some shade from afar. Zhao Ping quickly took a deep breath, tucked in his protruding belly, and then pretended to act nonchalant as he strolled past.

"Eh?" Originally, he just wanted to strike up a conversation, but the closer he got, the more he sensed something was off. Why did that white pleated skirt and those long legs, which nearly cost him his life, look so similar?

"Not good!" Suddenly, something came to mind. While that person was still unaware, Zhao Ping instantly executed a difficult move: balancing on one leg, he spun his right foot in a 180-degree turn, while his whole body completed a 360-degree rotation, hoping to make a quick escape. But...

"Jacky Cheung, what are you doing here?"