Siheyuan: Heavy Industry Revitalizes the Country

"You kid is not telling the truth, do you think I can't see it?"

As soon as Fang Xiang finished speaking, Old Liu, who was sitting next to Old Hu, spoke.

"How can I have that? There are so many pictures, how can I possibly understand them?"

Faced with Lao Liu's questioning, since I have already pretended, I must pretend to the end.

"Stop bullshitting me!

Just now when Mr. Hu mentioned those issues.

I clearly saw your eyes follow it.

This means you understand this picture."

Old Liu immediately pointed out Fang Xiang’s problem.

"I was just looking around blindly, how about you ask Professor Xu?

This is in the aerospace field, and I only studied gasoline engines.

At most I know a little about diesel engines, but I have never come into contact with one with turbojet.

Although I am also very interested in aerospace.”

Fang Xiang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He hadn't even finished studying many books and classes on aeronautics and astronautics.

If you tell people that he is now directly using the WP-6, how many people will be scared to death?

I quickly found an excuse for myself.

After Fang Xiang finished speaking, Lao Liu didn't say anything else.

Because Mr. Hu had already come over.

The two of them started talking in whispers.

"Okay, today's meeting ends here, let's disperse."

After the two finished their whisper, Mr. Hu waved his hand.

Immediately, with the sound of chairs rubbing against each other, only Mr. Hu, Mr. Liu and Fang Xiang were left in the room.

Even Li Changjiang closed the door and went out.

"There's no one here, let's open up and talk frankly.

Tell me the truth, do you understand this picture?"

Mr. Hu put out his cigarette and looked at Fang Xiang seriously.

"Just barely... I can understand a little bit."

In an instant, a powerful pressure came upon me.

Fang Xiang immediately shrank his neck.

He said it half-truthfully, and he really didn't dare to say that he could understand it.

"Snapped!"

Mr. Hu slapped the table.

"You are not honest!"

Fang Xiang's eyes just now were obviously evasive, and Mr. Hu could see it.

Fang Xiang immediately understood that Mr. Hu was a veteran of many battles.

Whether it's a human or a ghost, in his eyes, they are all naked.

My performance just now was exposed in a minute.

But it is difficult for him to change his mind now, as he has already graduated and obtained the title of engineer.

Fang Xiang was sure to take on the responsibility and just said, "Leave it to me."

But now he is still just a freshman and the first half of the semester is not even over yet.

How dare you open your mouth?

What's more, let's take a step back.

Even if Fang wants to take over and come up with the ultimate solution.

The contribution to the country is also limited.

The reason is that the industrial foundation in this era is really too poor.

Not many of them can be installed, and the effect they can produce is very small.

J6 really started to gain momentum in the 70s.

Moreover, at that time, WP-7 and WP-8 were also gradually improved.

The Seventh Master is at the peak of his popularity, and the Eighth Master is beginning to emerge.

The J6 had almost no use and soon became a trainer aircraft.

Therefore, for this picture, whether Fang Xiang takes over or not, the difference and significance are really not that big.

Even if the J6 is modified to the extreme, it is still the J6.

Compared with the Seventh Master and the Eighth Master, he is not even a little bit inferior.

If it was WP7 or WP8, it’s hard to say whether Fang Xiang could hold it in.

"Okay, I can't see what you're thinking.

Since you don't want to do it, I won't force you.

So, I'll give you a picture of Eruption 1.

This is the first turbojet engine independently developed by our country.

As for you, take it back and study it carefully.

We know your talent for engines.

The matter of the Dongfanghong engine and the Hongqi engine cannot be concealed from anyone.

From now on, you will have to get involved here.

I'm just paving the way for you and laying the foundation.

When you feel it’s appropriate, say hello to me.”

Mr. Hu sighed, closed his eyes and pinched his temples.

After saying that, he waved at Fang Xiang.

Fang Xiang didn't understand what it meant. He was being asked to leave.

He quickly bowed to Mr. Hu.

Then Old Liu also stood up and took Fang Xiang out the door.

“You are a thoughtful kid, we can see that.

But time waits for no one now.

You have gifts and talents.

Just use it.

We are all family, how can we not trust you?

If I really didn’t trust you, I wouldn’t have let you come here.”

Old Liu is also a shrewd man who has lived for most of his life.

These words are spoken very bluntly.

Fang Xiang's forehead twitched when he heard this.

But he didn't dare to say anything and could only nod. After all, he couldn't respond to these words.

After a while, Lao Liu took out a thick set of drawings from a heavily guarded warehouse.

Stuffed it into Fang Xiang’s arms.

“Take it back and read it carefully, study it carefully, and remember it well.

National development is not easy, and the road of scientific research is difficult and dangerous.

We need all kinds of talents. You are one of us and we trust you.

Do a good job! "

Before leaving, Lao Liu spoke earnestly again.

Fang Xiang could only nod.

After getting on the bus, I could still see Lao Liu waving to me.

Upstairs, Mr. Hu was also standing in the corridor, looking at him.

Touching the design drawing with confidential information written on the cover.

Fang Xiang suddenly felt a little sore in his eyes.

"I've asked for a week's leave for you this time. Are you going back to school or home?"

After the jeep started, Li Changjiang, who was sitting next to him, suddenly spoke.

"First... Let's go home first. I need some quiet time."

Fang Xiang hesitated for a moment and decided to go home and think about what was going on.

Li Changjiang didn't say much, just patted the driver on the shoulder.

The entire journey was speechless.

Fang Xiang got off the car and stood at the south gate of Nanluoguxiang, still feeling a little overwhelmed.

Watching the jeep with smoke disappearing on East Street.

Fang Xiang shook his head, still not quite understanding.

But since I can’t figure it out for now, I’ll just think about it slowly.

Just when Fang was about to go home, he smelled a fragrance.

I looked up and saw that there was a new roast duck restaurant next door.

"Bianfangfang?"

Looking at the long line in front of the roast duck restaurant, Fang Xiang suddenly felt a little greedy.

I walked over unconsciously and joined the queue.

After a while, the roast duck wrapped in oil paper was in his hand.

It was already rush hour and there were people everywhere, so Fang thought it was not convenient to put the drawings into the space.

He had no choice but to hold the blueprint in his left hand and the roast duck in his right hand, and soon he arrived at the gate of the courtyard.

"Oh, it smells so good!"

A young boy suddenly ran over from the side, came up to Fang Xiang and looked at the package of roast duck.

It turned out to be a boy, carrying a schoolbag and looking like he had just got out of school.

"Uncle Xiang, what is this? Why does it smell so good?"

Bang Geng asked, drooling and licking his face.

"Roast Duck."

When Fang Xiang saw that it was a joke, he immediately felt disgusted.

He replied coldly, then walked through the gate and into the yard.

"Bah, what are you showing off for!"

Before I even walked into the hanging flower gate, I heard the sound of Banggeng coming from outside the door.

cut.

Fang Xiang was too disdainful to pay attention to him.

He hung the rope tied with the roast duck in his right hand on the fingers of his left hand, then took out the key and opened the door.

After entering the house, he threw what he had in his hand directly onto the table.

I touched my stomach and felt a little hungry.

So he opened the oil paper package, took out the still steaming roast duck, and started eating.

"Gudu."

There was a sound of swallowing saliva outside the door. I knew without thinking that it must be a joke.

However, Fang Xiang pretended not to hear. He dipped the sliced ​​roast duck in sweet bean sauce, added chopped green onions, wrapped it in a lotus leaf pancake, and stuffed it into his mouth.

After a while, most of the roast duck was eaten.

Fang Xiang was too lazy to clean up, so he just threw away the oil paper bag, turned on the light, and started looking at the drawings.

Before I knew it, it was already late at night. I just wanted to lock the door and go to bed.

Just when he was sleeping soundly, Fang Xiang seemed to hear a faint sound coming from the outer room.

He woke up suddenly and quickly took out the loaded pistol from the space.

Quietly got out of bed and went to the door.

There is a thief!

With the dim moonlight coming in from outside.

I vaguely saw a short figure groping for something on the table.

"Great! The blueprint for Eruption 1!"

Fang Xiang instantly realized that it was the boy Banggeng.

At the same time, I remembered that I was sleepy and careless at that time, and did not put the drawings into the space.

I saw the figure actually tearing down the drawings.

I was immediately furious. This is a state secret!

"boom!"

Without even thinking, he just raised his hand and fired a shot.