I just want to deliver express, but you insist on recruiting me?

Chapter 57: Yan Ruyu and the Golden House

The leaders did not just talk at the meeting. After leaving, they immediately worked out a list and issued a notice to each unit to transfer personnel.

A week later.

The best people from the Western Research Institute, the Center for Applied Chemical Research and several universities gathered in the capital.

This also includes aviation research units at the downstream of the industry.

Zheng Yucun is one of the representatives.

Originally, Zheng Yucun was very excited when he saw the list of members of the research team.

But as the meeting progressed, the excitement slowly faded.

By the fifth day, he was even a little depressed.

Because instead of discussing any good news, everyone came up with a bunch of objective difficulties.

So whenever there was a break in the meeting, he would appear on time at the smoking area in the corridor.

At the end of the meeting that day.

As usual, Zheng Yucun came to the corridor, opened the window, and ignited his melancholy.

"Hello, can I borrow a light?"

An older middle-aged man walked quietly behind Zheng Yuncun and asked politely.

Zheng Yucun was deeply impressed by this middle-aged man.

His name is Yang Jianming, from the School of Applied Chemical Research, and he is the director of the Fiber Engineering Laboratory.

"Let me light one, you're welcome." Zheng Yucun took out his lighter and covered his hand to light a cigarette for his senior.

Hu Jianming was still a little embarrassed: "I asked the lieutenant colonel to light my cigarette. I feel ashamed."

"It should."

"Your name is Zheng Yucun, right? From the Air Force Research Institute?"

"correct."

"He is so young and has two bars and two stars on his shoulders. He must have made outstanding contributions, right?"

This time it was Zheng Yucun's turn to feel embarrassed: "Oh, you're a technician, your military rank is inflated."

"How old are you?" Hu Jianming patted his shoulder.

"Just celebrated my 32rd birthday."

Hearing this answer, Hu Jianming suddenly looked up, looked Zheng Yucun up and down again, and finally spoke in a concerned tone.

"Then you should smoke less."

"You mean I don't look like 32?"

Hu Jianming didn't beat around the bush: "To be honest, I estimate you to be around 38 or 9. I never thought that our scientific research department is so energetic and vigorous, and you are just years old."

"This is a good thing. In our unit, the average age is 34, so I am considered the elder brother."

Hearing this, Hu Jianming nodded with relief.

He could imagine that the scientific research field was rapidly getting younger, but he didn't expect it to be so young.

After a few words of small talk.

The two were quiet for a while, and the sense of distance between them as strangers increased.

Zheng Yucun also felt uncomfortable, so he racked his brains and took the initiative to bring up a topic.

"Director Hu, I come from the aviation industry and I know a little bit about the materials, but not much. Can you give me a solid foundation?"

"You mean the carbon fiber thing?"

"Yes, everyone said something in the meeting, and I am not afraid to be honest. To be selfish, I just want to know when this thing can be used by us to build airplanes."

Hu Jianming smacked his lips after listening to this.

Being young is different, and you speak more directly.

This is not a bad thing.

Everyone has their own responsibilities, and it is the right thing to do to consider issues based on different work needs.

There is no need to hide.

"It was indeed said in general terms at the meeting."

"I've been dealing with this crap for almost half my life."

"I don't like to admit it, but in the past 40 years, we have achieved very little."

“We can actually prepare high-level raw materials in the laboratory.”

"It was made in the Northeast a few years ago."

Zheng Yucun's cigarette was almost burning his fingers, but he didn't notice it and focused on asking: "What's the difficulty?"

“The difficulty lies in mass production and engineering.”

"At present, we can produce 10 tons a year, which is already the best."

"But you're an airplane guy, and you know very well that 10 tons is nothing."

"If we give it to your aviation department, you may not even be able to make a prototype." "Not to mention that there are also related units such as the aerospace department and the shipbuilding department that need it."

Zheng Yucun then asked: "Then what do you think is the crux of the problem?"

"I think the root of the problem lies in demand. Materials are different from other scientific research fields, and the results are not obvious."

"Like your Air Force, we produce one generation, test one generation, conduct preliminary research one generation, and explore one generation."

"This back and forth, four generations of aircraft have come out, and at a glance, we can see through the past 20 to 30 years."

"As for materials, you only feel the lack of them when you need them."

"Take this special task force for example. I actually write reports to the higher-ups every year, suggesting that they pay more attention to this issue. But the special task force was only established today."

"It's too late. We are still discussing this. Your air force's needs are already in front of us."

Zheng Yucun is young and has only entered the scientific research field in recent years.

We don't have a deep understanding of the problems accumulated in the past.

After Hu Jianming's explanation, Zheng Yucun became even more depressed.

He also realized this and quickly made up for it: "Forget the recess time, let's just relax and stop being emo."

"What plan?" Zheng Yucun didn't understand.

"Emo, isn't that what you young people all say?"

Hu Jianming is old, but he is willing to learn.

In his own words, he wants to hang on to the wheel of the times desperately.

But Zheng Yucun looked confused: "I don't know this saying."

"You don't go online? There's no wifi at the Air Force Research Institute?"

Zheng Yucun threw away the hot cigarette and shook his head.

He goes up, and there are not many singles.

There isn't much on the phone except for the commonly used communication software.

When other people buy mobile phones, they tend to buy larger memory.

He was the only one clamoring for the smallest one.

“I really don’t use the internet that much.”

"So how do you usually get information?"

"Read a book."

Hu Jianming was very surprised after hearing this: "You are 32 years old, you look like 38, and your lifestyle is like 68."

After saying that, he subconsciously reached for his cell phone, but when he reached into his pocket he remembered that he had handed it to the confidentiality department before the meeting.

So the empty description:

"I am an old man with dirt all the way to my eyebrows, but I have all kinds of apps. I can search Douyin and Biu Station quickly..."

"I am still an up-host on Biu. I give lectures on it when I have nothing to do."

"Quite fun."

Zheng Yucun was deeply impressed.

To be honest, he had no idea what Director Hu meant by "A Po Zhu".

Hu Jianming also looked at his bewildered look, patted him with a smile and said, "Don't think my dad smells too much like you do. You should learn how to use these things."

"Let's talk about it."

"If you use this kind of thing well, you can get information much faster than from a book."

"Of course, there are dirty things, but we are all adults, can we tell right from wrong?"

"You said that you were covered in dirt up to your eyebrows. Compared to you, I'm covered in dirt up to my crown." Zheng Yucun felt a little ashamed.

The habit of not playing with mobile phones was developed in college.

It's not that he can't, he just doesn't want to.

But after I started working, things got out of control.

Some of the company's business even has to be done through mobile phones.

Zheng Yucun also felt very inconvenient.

"Okay, I'll come down and try it out. What's the name of the software you just mentioned?"

Hu Jianming took out his phone again: "Go to the App Store and download them one by one. They are all useful."

"How does the saying go? Books contain both beautiful women and golden houses."

"According to the current saying, Douyin has its own beautiful face and golden house."

Hearing Yan Ruyu, Zheng Yucun's eyes lit up: "Really? I'm not married yet..."

"It's just a metaphor!"

(End of this chapter)