Simulation: Great Power Technology

In the evening, the father and son prepared a whole table of meals and waited for the arrival of the students at home.

This time, all the students they invited were Chinese students, and there were always a dozen or so. Tengfei had been busy all afternoon, and lay down on the sofa with a sore back.

A few minutes later, the first guest arrived.

"teacher!"

The person who came was a young man with glasses. He held a tin of tea in his hand, and shook hands with Teng Jian with a smile on his face.

"Ayue, are you here so early? Where's your wife?"

Teng Jian also responded with a smile.

"She stopped downstairs and came up in a while. I can't wait. I'll come up to see the teacher first."

"Hahahaha, you kid, you are still slick. Why, after driving for so long, you are still not proficient in reversing?"

"...Sorry, teacher, don't expose people's shortcomings at this time. I just got my driver's license when I crashed the car, and I really can't drive it..."

The two walked into the house and sat down, chatting for a while, and then many people came one after another outside the door. Teng Jian and his students met one by one, and after a few words of greeting, they greeted each other. All sit down.

A group of people first talked about some interesting things about school, and each said thank you to Teng Jian. After three rounds of drinking, the topic slowly spread. This group of students who have graduated from Guggenheim They naturally chatted about the invitation letter sent by Dawn Air.

"I heard that scholars in related industries in China have received invitation letters. Have any of you received them? Anyway, I didn't receive them."

"No, this thing should only be sent to China. To be honest, even if it is sent to us, how many people will go there. What kind of thing is a turbofan 18? Dawn's technology is too backward, and going there is nothing more than doing something. Old and old copy work, not challenging at all.”

"It's not as simple as it is challenging, but I still think that the biggest problem with Dawn is that the foresight is too poor, the vision is too small, and the pattern is too small. If I were the decision maker, I would definitely give up the turbofan 18 project they are working on now. , directly from one step, starting from imitating the commercial high bypass ratio engine, and then backfeeding the technology accumulation to the research and development, this is the right way."

"What you said is simple. Is it so easy to copy an engine? Let alone copying, without complete drawings, you can't even reverse engineer an engine, so what are you talking about copying?"

"Don't you have to try it? At least it's better than paying for it?"

"It has the advantage of being old-fashioned. At least Dawn can ensure the continuous generation of domestic engines, which they have done very well."

"Hey, that's what you said too. There's no way, there's still a shortage of talent in the country..."

Teng Jian, who was on the side, listened to their discussion with great interest, until the discussion gradually stopped, and he suddenly said:

"Knowing that there is a shortage of talents in China, have you ever thought about going back?"

Hearing his words, everyone at the dinner table was stunned.

go back?

Perhaps this idea briefly appeared in their minds, but it was quickly overwhelmed by more realistic ideas such as money, status, and future.

Lower salary, more difficult promotion paths, lower technical level and scientific research atmosphere... These things cannot be changed in a day or two. Objectively speaking, it is really necessary to make them make up their minds to go back. is not an easy task.

But one person at the dinner table is an exception.

The man Teng Jian called A Yue, Jiang Yue.

He looked around calmly for a week, and then said:

"Teacher, I'm going back."

The expression on Teng Jian's face changed, and he asked in an understatement:

"When are you going to go back?"

"As soon as possible. Everyone has seen the official movements of the ugly country in the past few days, and it is clear that in the future, we will use a knife in the aviation field of Huaxia. The last time was the chip, this time it was the aviation engine. I am afraid that if I don't go back, I will There will be no going back."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone at the dinner table fell silent.

Indeed, none of the people present here are fools. They all know what the series of official administrative orders of the Chou Kingdom mean.

Teng Jian nodded, looked at Jiang Yue approvingly and said:

"Very good, go back to serve the country."

Jiang Yue smiled and replied:

"How can it be so noble, I just can't get used to the food here. Besides, Linlin and I should have children. It's convenient to go back to have a baby."

Teng Jian glanced at his wife in mock surprise, then asked:

"I'm going to have a baby, so I haven't started yet? Hurry up! Ah Yue, can you do it?"

"...Teacher, you are in your 60s, can you stop making fun of me about this kind of thing, it's like an old disrespectful."

As soon as his words fell, everyone at the dinner table laughed heartily, and the atmosphere finally relaxed a bit.

But I didn't expect that Teng Jian's next sentence once again ended this ease.

"It's not a joke, when your child is born, bring it to me to play for a few months, I hope that this useless thing in my family can't be counted on."

"Okay, teacher, then..."

Jiang Yue wanted to perfunctory, but suddenly, he seemed to realize something.

Take him to play for a few months...

Gu Pian He raised his head in shock, looked at Teng Jian and asked:

"Teacher, are you going back too?"

"Well, I'm going back."

Teng Jian nodded solemnly.

"Teacher, your body doesn't allow it!"

An anxious look appeared on Jiang Yue's face. He was fully aware of the reason why his teacher stayed in the ugly country. If it wasn't for car-t injections to maintain his life, he would have returned to the country many years ago.

"The body is not the body, it doesn't matter."

Looking at the people who wanted to persuade him, Teng Jian directly raised his hand and motioned them not to speak.

After taking a bite of the vegetable into his mouth, he continued:

"I don't want to say more. In fact, you all understand the truth and have your own choices. I will not force you on this point. Of course, I have no right to force you."

"But I know that there are actually no bad boys among you, otherwise they would not have appeared at my dinner table today."

"I just want to remind you, just like what A Yue said just now, everyone is well aware of the official actions of the ugly country recently. This period should be the last window for us to return to China. If we don't return to China now, we will basically There will be no chance.”

"So, you have to make a choice now."

"If you can go back, of course, I have a hundred approvals, but if you can't go back, I can understand because you have your own pressure and your own life."

"But for me, I have to go back."

"Because of the policies of the ugly country, too many people have doubted the development of domestic aviation. If we sit back and watch, the talent gap in the country will become larger and larger in the future, and the technological backwardness will become more and more serious."

"I have studied and worked for decades, and it is considered a little achievement and a little appeal in this field, plus I am old, so I think, before I go down, , and finally do something."

"I want to take the lead."

After speaking, Teng Jian fell silent again.

Everyone at the dinner table accompanied him in silence. After a long time, someone asked:

"Teacher... Then, when are you going to leave?"

"The ticket was 4 hours later and things were packed."

Teng Jian ate the vegetables one bite at a time, and then, ignoring everyone's astonished expressions, he said sarcastically:

"The bad news is that no one picks me up in China, and I guess it will be difficult to find a place to live; the good news is that the dishes don't need to be washed today."

"This... Brother Fei, is it true or false?"

Jiang Yue turned her gaze to Tengfei, who nodded affirmatively.

Complicated emotions began to spread on the dining table, a dinner that was supposed to be a reunion suddenly turned into a farewell, and the topic that should have been continued suddenly lost the motivation to continue.

More than half an hour later, Teng Jian put down his chopsticks, then motioned for Tengfei to follow him into the room, and took out their two small boarding boxes.

"I'm ready to go. Don't send me off, help me clean up the house later. It's a joke to say that you don't need to wash the dishes, don't make it stink and affect the neighbors."

"In addition, there are words I usually write on the balcony. If you like it, take it as a souvenir. If you plan to go back to China, don't take it. I will write it again for you on red paper when I go back."

After saying that, Teng Jian gave his son a look, and the two of them pushed open the door and left without looking back.

After a long while, the people who were still in the room reacted.

The low voice of discussion reminded me again that some people are discussing whether to go back, some people are discussing when to buy air tickets, and of course, some people are listening silently, not planning to express any opinions.

Amidst this discussion, Jiang Yue curiously walked to the balcony and moved back to the thick stack of rice paper.

These rice papers were all written with handwriting, and the most superficial ones were slightly yellowed. It was obvious that Teng Jian had re-read his works from old to new today.

Jiang Yue flipped through the rice paper one by one, reciting the words on it softly.

"Hate is like spring grass, it will go further and survive."

"Tonight, Yueming people are looking forward to it, and I don't know who Qiu Si falls."

"I don't want to see you in my life, I act like a participant."

The top is the oldest work, from top to bottom, the handwriting is more and more new.

The more Jiang Yue looked, the more grief he felt. He could feel the deep sadness in his teacher's heart.

The kind of helplessness that obviously wants to go back, but is dragged down by his own body.

But when he turned to the last and newest pages of rice paper, his movements suddenly stopped.

On those brand-new rice papers, several pages in a row, the same poem was written with splashes of ink like rain.

"I wish to serve the country with this length, why should I be born into Yumen Pass!"