So, since the property cannot be brought to the spaceship, it is better to donate it to the social welfare institution. After all, it will save the worry.

But donation is also a trick.

There are many welfare institutions nowadays, and many of them are established by the rich specifically to avoid inheritance tax. Donating property to these institutions is the act of meat buns beating dogs.

After thinking about it, Zhang Yuan was determined to donate all his property to the "Deep Space Foundation".

This huge global non-profit organization is the initiator of the entire interstellar colonization program. It is directly managed by the coalition government, and a series of procedures such as cash flow are standardized.

Standing in front of the camera, Zhang Yuan spoke: "I am willing to donate all my fixed assets and monetary funds to the Deep Space Foundation, with the effective date of 2266..."

I recorded a video and then filled in the specific information, and the entire donation process was completed.

Before the effective date comes, the property is still your own and you can regret it at any time.

He thought about it carefully for a while and filled in the effective date until two years later.

With two years of buffering, the Earth Age spacecraft is expected to reach the orbit of Pluto. If nothing happens, of course it is best. If something unfortunately happens, even if a rescue team is sent, they are unlikely to have a chance of survival.

"That's it!"

"It's really a loser!"

With the heavy points, my heart was so painful and happy, and I felt an inexplicable sense of emptiness, and I felt like I was paralyzed.

These are the inheritances left by my father to him, and he was defeated in this way.

Soon, Zhang Yuan comforted himself and threw away the reluctance in his heart...

Next, there seems to be nothing to do.

When I used to work in the space city, I had endless things to do every day. The intern captain called them like a dog, called "pressure resistance training". Suddenly I got idle and seemed a little at a loss.

Humans are really a very cheap creature.

Some people like to entertain and vent crazy before leaving. But they don’t think it’s necessary.

"It's better to read a book and learn it."

Zhang Yuan walked into the study and looked through the catalog on the bookshelf.

"Far Abel Geometry and Compliant Topology"

"On the Near Complex Structure in Xin Space"

"Integral Geometric Methods in the Longlands Program"

Looking at these titles, Zhang Yuan couldn't help but be shocked.

There are two types of math books: the first one, you don’t want to read it after reading the first page; the second one is... you don’t want to read it after reading the first sentence.

But now, these books belong to the third type, and I don’t want to read the title after reading the book title.

Zhang Yuan gritted his teeth and opened a book casually.

A certain page, a certain line, only writes on it: "For prime number p, (Z/p^nZ)n≥1 projection limit..."

“1/5 =…54125412541254125412”

It's not English, nor is it an alien language, but you can't understand any few words together, especially the ellipsis is actually in front of the number. What the hell is this?

A neat small line of words was written on the blank space on the paper: "...I have a better idea about the problem of p-entry integers, but unfortunately the blank space here is too small to write down."

The pulse on Zhang Yuan's forehead bounced a few times, sighed, and gave up on this struggle.

If you ask why there are such books in his family, of course it was left by his father like a god.

In his father's words, "There are two types of problems in the world, one is a philosophical problem, and the other is a mathematical problem. Learning mathematics well will make everything easier..."

That's right, Zhang Yuan is the son of a scientist.

The advantage is: you can receive the best education from an early age and develop many good habits.

The downside is that when his innate intelligence is only at the level of an ordinary person, he will feel frustrated that he is mentally retarded. Even if he strives to be strong, gets admitted to a good university, and graduates with excellent grades, he still feels mentally retarded compared to his father.

The intellectual gap between people is sometimes larger than that between people and dogs...

Dingdong, Dingdong.

At this moment, the harsh doorbell rang from the door, pulling back his thoughts.

Zhang Yuan jumped up from the stool, opened the door, and saw a courier robot standing outside.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang Yuan. Please check your express delivery!" This kind of six-axis robot can already do some simple manual labor with unmanned driving. Decades ago, a large number of couriers were laid off by robots, which also triggered large-scale parades (of course, abroad).

"mine?"

In order to save costs, express delivery robots only have simple AI and do not have such complex logic capabilities in language judgment.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang Yuan, please check your express delivery!"

Zhang Yuan looked at the sender's signature and turned out to be "Donghua Law Firm", and his heart was shocked.

"What's the situation? The lawyer's letter? Am I breaking the law?"

"Hello, Mr. Zhang Yuan, please check your express delivery!" The robot was just repeating mechanically.

“…”

After pressing the fingerprint and confirming that it is the recipient himself, the robot handed him a large package.

With a "slam" closed the door, Zhang Yuan felt a little nervous and couldn't wait to open the express delivery.

If he really violated the law for no reason, the spacecraft's login permission might be cancelled. This is something he never wants to see.

On the outside is a paper letter: "Dear Mr. Zhang Yuan, this is an object entrusted to us by your father. This will only take effect when you are about to leave the earth..."

After a relaxed mood, it turned out to be a "gift" left by my father.

Inside is a folding tablet computer and a cold iron box, and the dry ice in the package is still emitting a cold mist.

Turn on the tablet.

"Zhang Yuan!"

A familiar figure appeared on the screen, his father.

"Dad." Zhang Yuan murmured at the screen.

The middle-aged man on the screen smiled on his face: "I feel unwell recently, and the deadline may be approaching. I'm going to see Einstein..."

“…”

“…If you are going to live honestly on Earth, I think the property I have left you will take a while.”

Indeed, my father left a house in Donghua City, with millions of federal coins, enough for him to get a wife and raise a child.

"...If you want to leave with the Earth Age, then these heritages are useless, just donate them. Only knowledge is the most important thing."

Zhang Yuan forced a smile, and his and his father's ideas were quite similar.

"I think the knowledge I teach you is far from enough. Although you seem to be quite diligent, in many fields, 1% talent is more important. You do not have the talent in scientific research, you are just an ordinary person..."

Zhang Yuan scratched his head awkwardly, feeling calm.

Perhaps I have been used to being hit since I was a child, and my face has long been thicker than a dead pig. "Although I am not genius, I am not stupid at all. Otherwise, how could I pass the astronaut exam? Is it okay?"

Zhang Yuan was just a little confused. What was this dead father doing? Why did he send a computer to scold him at the last moment?

My father nagged for a long time and finally got to the point: "Ahem... this computer contains some of my ideas and ideas. These include the field of artificial intelligence, robot algorithms and other cutting-edge technologies, which are still in an unannounced state, you can take them to take a look."

These are good things!

"...Don't think about picking up cheap things. They have not been completely completed. If you are interested, you can try to improve them. Even if I give you a small gift. Of course, if you can't understand the knowledge in it, it's useless to copy it."

When talking about his academic achievements, my father kept talking, as if only these things could inspire his desire to chat.

After a while, my father's face turned slightly flushed and his expression began to be exhausted.

“…Oh, by the way, there is a… potion in that iron box.”

His face was a little weird, he paused and said, "…The 35% probability can make you smarter, the 50% probability will not change anything, and the 15% probability will make you stupider!"

"If you dislike your current IQ, maybe you can try it."
Chapter completed!