Chapter 116 Kavi: Look, a wheelchair!

Chapter 116 Kavi: Look, a wheelchair!

After reading his part of the feedback, Harold placed a stack of documents on the desk in Kavi's studio, said good night to Kavi, and returned to his room to begin drafting a research application on rubber.

Using the void to search for relevant information, Harold discovered that the rubber industry was more developed than he had imagined. Now Xumi already has a rubber vulcanization method, but scholars generally call it rubber reshaping. Therefore, the rubber used in the Health Home is more elastic and tougher than pure natural, unprocessed rubber.

However, there is no synthetic rubber at present because the continent of Teyvat does not use oil or natural gas. Harold wrote these points in his notes and framed the four words "rubber reshaping" with a red pen to remind himself not to use these professional terms incorrectly when writing reports.

He organized the materials, drew sketches, and wrote the outline of the project report until three o'clock in the morning. Haroldt then made half a cup of tea and went to bed.

At 7:30 the next day, Harold woke up on time, changed his clothes and washed up, then added some hot water to the tea he had poured yesterday and drank it all.

When he walked out of the room, he found that there was a very slight noise coming from Kavi's studio. Haroldt brought two pieces of bread with dried nectar powder and two glasses of water from the kitchen on a tray, walked to the studio and knocked on the door.

The rustling sound stopped immediately and Kavi quickly opened the door. He seemed a little depressed, but his eyes lit up the moment he smelled the aroma of bread.

He shook his head vigorously, temporarily putting aside his sleepiness and hunger, and said very guiltily: "Did I make a lot of noise?"

"No, I usually do this to wake people up." Haroldt said as he brought the food and water into the studio. He saw three stacks of papers on the desk in the studio. They were the feedback they collected yesterday.

"Senior Kavi has been watching those things all night?" Haroldt picked up a piece of bread and took a bite, asking while chewing.

"...No, it didn't take me long to finish writing all the replies after you left, but I suddenly got an inspiration in the middle of the night, and I have been optimizing the drawings of the new trolley to make it more beautiful. I have already made the main parts, and one day I will be able to produce the real thing and submit the project report..."

After Kawi finished talking about the cart, he picked up the bread and started eating, then said vaguely:

“…You see, many businessmen asked if they could rent the equipment to them for a fee, or asked if they could cooperate with them, and they were willing to give us a share of the revenue… I gave the answer to this part myself, and I believe that after reading it, they will focus on our project today.

There is also a small number of letters from our juniors or seniors. The content is a bit mixed. Some of them asked if they could join this project. They are willing to provide financial, labor and other assistance.

Some have come up with new research proposals based on ours and asked us whether they can submit them as independent research proposals.”

Harold swallowed the remaining bread in a few bites and took a big gulp of water: "This shows that our project is very successful - how did you respond, senior?"

"There's no reply yet. You're also the initiator of the project. I think I should ask for your opinion before writing a reply. Come and take a look?" Kavi walked to the table while biting a piece of bread and handed a dozen sheets of paper to Harold.

Harold quickly finished reading several documents, and the people who said they wanted to join the project all had an air of "let me get some for free" in their words.

Although he didn't want to kill everyone with one blow, but so far in this project, Kawi has handled all the technical aspects by himself, and he provides the funds. The next stage is to expand the scale of vehicle use and repair roads on this basis.

If there are a few people here who are good at urban planning, or whose parents are sages, they may be able to help. As for the others... no matter what their intentions are in wanting to join, they can only be idle after joining, and at most they can help distribute questionnaires on the road.

As for the other two so-called new topics based on theirs, they just brought out the bicycle. Harold doubted that they had seen Kavi riding a bicycle on the road before.

Even if not, their plan was doomed to fail because when Kavey submitted the project, he wrote very clearly about the source of his inspiration.

The drawing that he hand-drew and manually aged is now labeled as an ancient machine by the Ministry of Education and placed in a glass cabinet in the office of the Myo-ron School sage for everyone to admire. Well, this was something he had not thought of at first.

So Kavi had already responded on these two papers, affirming their innovative ideas while explaining that their "new topic" had actually been put into the archives of the House of Religious Orders, and they had no way of submitting the same content again.

After a quick look, Harold placed a dozen sheets of paper on the table, tapped them, and put them in order. He smiled and said, "There's an address on them. Does that mean you're welcome to visit? It just so happens that I'm free in the morning, so I should be able to take care of these things before the afternoon experiment starts."

"Ah? Visiting this morning? Isn't that too sudden? Should I take a look at their personal profile before that?" Kavi asked with some confusion.

Harold: "They must want to get an answer as soon as possible, senior. Maybe my visit can bring them a surprise. Besides, I am very good at screening personnel. I think the process is very interesting. I have always wanted to find another opportunity to try it."

I am best at solving problems for people who ask them, Harold added in his mind.

Kavi thought of Harold's contribution to the development of the society and said softly, "Thank you for your hard work. Senior, I really can't hold on any longer. I'll take a nap first."

After saying that, he yawned for a long time.

Harold silently wished Kavi a good sleep in his heart, then walked out of the house with a stack of documents.

"...First one, Chabir?"

Harold glanced at the signature and address on the document, then folded the paper in half and stuffed it into his pocket.

...

Chabir was making breakfast at home. He put grilled meat and cabbage on the freshly baked pancakes and poured sauce on them. Just as he rolled up the pancake and was about to enjoy the food, he heard a regular knock on the door.

"Boom, boom, boom"

Three times, neither fast nor slow.

Who is it, so early in the morning?

Chabir made an unpleasant "tsk" sound, put down the cake, wiped his hands with a towel, and went to open the door.

On the way through the living room, there were three regular knocks on the door. It could be seen that the person outside the door was well-educated. If they were mercenaries he hired, those barbarians would just keep banging on his door with their fists, wishing to break it down.

Chabir grumbled inwardly and slowly turned the handle to open the door.

The person who appeared in front of him was a young man with silver hair and blue eyes. He was wearing the clothes of a scholar of the Ordinance Academy and had a smile on his face.

Seeing this amiable scholar, Chabir was startled. His body reacted before his brain and he made a move to close the door.

But when he closed the door, one hand was placed on the side of the door. Haroldt held the side of the door with one hand and took out a stack of folded papers from his pocket with the other hand and shook it. He exerted a little force with his index finger and thumb and handed out the top document.

"Chabir?"

"Yes, I wrote it." Chabil's expression became a little subtle. It seemed that he wrote this document in a hurry for quick success. He didn't expect that Harold was also a participant in this project.

He still remembered the rumors about the Order of the Orders. A few months ago, Harold had used an outrageous interview method to eliminate all those who had applied to join the society, and finally made an impromptu decision to let a desert citizen fill the vacancy.

The society consists of five people from five colleges, three of whom have majors that have nothing to do with their research topics.

Therefore, even though there was a wise assistant among the five, a "light of the Miaolun School", their society was not taken seriously in the early days. However, they did not expect that the first submission of their research results would cause quite a stir, and the Council of Ordinances even awarded them generous rewards as a commendation.

But this did not convince those who were eliminated. Most of them thought that they just did not get the opportunity, otherwise they could do better, or they believed that the main achievements of the society came from Setare and Kavi.

However, due to his tyranny and recent personal achievements, they only dared to discuss it in private, or tell the new students the facts that have been artistically processed, so that they would not over-worship the popular scholar of the life theory school.

Chabil did not participate in the interview, but the incident has become quite dramatic through word of mouth. There are even rumors that Haroldt beat a scholar directly into the health home at that time, but no victim has come forward to accuse him so far.

"Let's talk about your desire to join this project. Um... providing funding and organizing feedback materials are things that the two of us can accomplish. Is there anything else you can do for us?" Haroldt said politely.

"Please come in. I have some other areas of expertise that should be of help." Chabil's tense heart relaxed slightly. He no longer held the door handle tightly, but let Harold open the door and invited him into his home.

...

At night, before the two packed up and set off, Harold told Kavi with some regret: "Senior, you may not see those scholars who delivered the letter to you today."

Kavi was a little surprised: "What happened?"

"I explained to them in detail the next stage of the project and the work that needs to be completed. If they feel that they can only do so much or that the process is too complicated, they can choose an easier project.

So they took back their documents and apologized politely, saying that they did not think before submitting the documents. They were too ashamed and probably would not come that night. "Harold said.

"I see." Kavi nodded, without any thought of doubting Harold.

At nine o'clock the next day, Elhaisen got up to make breakfast, and Harold sat on a low chair in the living room with a notebook on which he drew rain boots and raincoats.

He drew two types of rain boots, high-top and short-top. The short-top is designed to look like a small leather boot, which is more beautiful and can be worn by residents who do not need to go out on a daily basis, if they do not mind the shoes being stuffy and not breathable.

There are many styles of raincoats, but considering the hot and humid climate of Xumi, Harold did not consider the kind of raincoats with pants on the lower body. Instead, he designed them in the style of cloaks. Nowadays, vulcanized rubber is soft and tough enough. How to make them thinner and more beautiful is what Dolly needs to consider. Anyway, he doesn't know how to do it specifically, he is only responsible for providing ideas.

After a while, Harold suddenly heard a familiar "rustling" sound. He raised his head and looked towards the source of the sound. Kavi turned around and sat on a reclining chair, sliding the chair in front of him like a scooter.

"Look, my new work!" Kavi braked the car and introduced it happily when he saw Harold.

"I put those wheels you were talking about on the chair in my studio, and now when I have a long drawing I don't have to stand up, I can just slide from side to side like this--"

Kavi said as he slid his chair back and forth in front of Harold.