Siheyuan: I am Yi Zhonghai's biological son

Yi Ping'an completed all the formalities and arrived at the dormitory arranged by the institute. He looked around this two-bedroom, one-living-room apartment, which was decorated similarly to commercial housing in the 80s, but was already the most fashionable in that era. Yi Ping'an suddenly had the illusion of traveling back in time.

Sitting on the sofa and looking at the ceiling, Yi Ping'an smiled. Has the map been changed again?

Never mind for now. I’m tired after a whole day of hard work. Let’s take a rest first.

The room he lived in was fully equipped with daily necessities and the bed had been made, so he could just move in with just his luggage.

The next day, Yi Ping'an was taken to a small conference room where someone was already waiting for him. They were three middle-aged men in their forties. The content of the conversation was no different from the previous one. As usual, they signed a confidentiality agreement and then let him leave.

Sitting in Director Liu's office again, Director Liu's conversation this time was obviously much more serious.

"Comrade Ping An, I have read your information. You have experience in mechanics, electronics, and materials. So this time I transferred you back to assist the relevant experts in the manufacture of electronic control systems and microcomputers, as well as research on compiled languages.

We are all exploring these technologies by trial and error. You are the first person to propose a compiled language, and of course we respect your personal wishes, so this is a request, not a task." Director Liu said.

"Leader, that's no problem. I'm willing to do it. When can I start so that I can organize the information? As long as I know, I will write it down without reservation. It's just a pity that this is not my specialty. It would be my honor to help experts in this field.

Just as you said, we are all crossing the river by feeling the stones. Since I have felt it first, there is no reason for me to hide it. If you have any requests in the future, just tell me directly.

There is no need to mention the word "request". Our goal is the same, to make our country stand tall in the east of the world again. As long as the country needs it and I have it, I will do my best to help. "

"Good! You are worthy of being the successor of socialism. I really didn't misjudge you. Comrade Yi Ping'an, thank you!" Liu Baitao was excited. Such a passionate young man is the hope of our China.

"You're too polite. I don't deserve it." Yi Ping'an felt unworthy of it. He was just standing on the shoulders of his predecessors, making this weathered land rejuvenate one day earlier. Even without him, it would have been realized. It was just that it was realized ahead of time.

Since some of the experts involved in the research project were still out of town and were rushing to Sijiu City, Yi Ping'an still had time to organize the information, and a life assistant was also arranged for him this time.

Yi Ping'an returned to the dormitory arranged by the institute. Just as he was about to write some information, there was a knock on the door. Yi Ping'an opened the door and saw a young man about his age. He had luggage at his feet and was wearing a Zhongshan suit. He had an upright posture and a clear voice:

"Hello, Commander. I am Wang Kaixuan, your personal assistant. My job is to stay by your side 24 hours a day. If you need anything, you can tell me directly."

"Come in first." Yi Ping'an knew his identity as soon as he heard his voice and his posture.

"Sit down," Yi Ping'an asked him to sit down. He didn't expect that one day he would have a personal assistant of such a high standard.

Wang Kaixuan sat down without saying a word, a standard military posture. Yi Ping'an looked at him and said, "Okay, I'll ask the questions and you can answer them."

"Wang Kaixuan, right? How old are you? Are you staying by my side to protect my safety? Do you also want to sleep in the same room with me at night?"

Yi Ping'an found it quite novel. It was the first time in his two lives that he was treated like this, so he wanted to understand more.

"Commander, I am 26 years old this year and was born in 1938. My mission is not only to protect your safety, but also to be responsible for your living security. If the commander requires, I can sleep in the same room with you." Wang Kaixuan replied.

Yi Pingan was really not used to this way of speaking. He pinched the bridge of his nose and said, "I can ask for anything?"

"Yes."

"Okay, my request is:

First, don't call me Chief, I'm not used to it.

Second, don't be so blunt when speaking, just get along like a family.

Third, I am not used to sleeping in the same room with others. You can sleep in another room.

Fourth, if I tell you not to disturb me while I am working, then do not disturb me no matter how long it takes. You can put food in the room where I am working, but do not interrupt my train of thought.

I'll talk about the rest when I think of it, is that acceptable to you?"

"Okay, I've written them all down." While Yi Ping'an was speaking, Wang Kaixuan took out his notebook and began to record Yi Ping'an's requests. Yi Ping'an didn't care. It was someone else's job and he couldn't interfere.

"Then...can I call you Yi Gong?" Wang Kaixuan asked.

"Okay, I'll call you Kaixuan. Your name is quite special. It means returning triumphantly, which has a good meaning." Yi Ping'an said with a smile.

"Mr. Yi, are there any dietary restrictions on your diet?" Wang Kaixuan continued to ask.

"No, I'm not picky about food."

"Yi Gong, do you have anything else to tell me?"

Yi Pingan thought for a moment and said, "Don't touch my things or put them away, especially my manuscript paper."

"I understand." Wang Kaixuan nodded.

Yi Ping'an nodded and said, "Go and clean up your place. Please take care of me in the future."

"The duty lies."

"I have to go to work now, you can handle it yourself."

Yi Ping'an returned to the room and thought of Wang Kaixuan. He knew that the space could not be used in the future, and even if it was used, it had to be done under safe conditions.

Oh, I'll get used to it and I won't think about it anymore.

Yi Pingan took out a manuscript paper and began to organize his knowledge about computers and programming. This inevitably brought up integrated circuits, or chips.

As for future development, Yi Ping'an only gave ideas, which are equivalent to guesses, such as laptops, mobile phones, and even pagers.

Yi Ping'an doesn't have the ability to study this, he just has seen a lot. Now that he has such an opportunity, I believe that the great rabbits will definitely not let it go. Who knows how the world will develop in the future?

Just like people in later generations always say, all our ancestor Qin Shi Huang needed was a world map.

This time, Yi Ping'an focused on writing about chips. He was angry when he thought about being strangled by others in the future, especially the GPS system at that time. It was shut down at will. Wasn't it just bullying us because we didn't have it?

Hmm? Thinking of this, Yi Pingan suddenly understood why this group was set up. It was Dongfanghong, it must be Dongfanghong. I didn't expect that we started planning so early. Yi Pingan suddenly laughed.

Since you are going to do it, do it to the best of your ability. What kind of GPS system is it? Is there Beidouxiang?

So Yi Ping'an started to write about aerospace again. It is true that "one only regrets not having learned enough when one needs it". If he had known that he would travel through time, he should have learned some knowledge about aerospace. Now what he has in his mind is simply not enough.

Yi Ping'an was so angry that he wanted to go back in time and copy all the information.

Yi Ping'an went into seclusion again this time, which lasted for a week and almost emptied his mind of all things related to this aspect.

Alas, seniors, this is all I can do. It’s up to you from now on. I’m really exhausted.

Looking at the big box of manuscripts, Yi Ping'an smiled with relief. Perhaps in this life, we don't have to compromise in everything like we did in future generations.

These predecessors are not backward, it’s because their imaginations are not big enough. Now that their imaginations have been opened, Yi Pingan believes that they will definitely be more brilliant than later generations. Otherwise, why don’t later generations dare to make science fiction films? As long as you dare to think about it, we dare to do it. The rabbits who never give up are so willful.