Simulation: Great Power Technology

Still from the perspective of God, what appeared in front of Ye Zhou was a conference room with the imprint of the times. Through the information from the simulator, Ye Zhou finally knew the real name of the scholar he simulated.

Tian Zhenguo, a name that also bears the imprint of the times.

The two sides of the small rectangular conference table made of spliced ​​wooden boards were already full of people, and Tian Zhenguo was sitting in an inconspicuous corner on the side of the conference table.

"As for this meeting, our topics have been introduced, and now we will start the free discussion session."

As soon as the abbot of the meeting finished speaking, Tian Zhenguo said:

"I still insist on my opinion. We must develop a turbofan engine if we want to do it. Now the development of turbojet engine is about to reach the bottleneck of development. No matter in terms of thrust, durability and fuel consumption, it is not as good as the new generation. turbofan engine.”

"Now the development direction of western countries is generally turbofan engines, and as far as I know, turbofan engines have been applied to a new generation of fighter jets, although they are only experimental models, but once they are mass-produced, their impact on Our repressive power is not too big!"

"In the battle formation 10 years ago, we were able to go back and forth with them relying on the assistance of Big Brother, but now it is 10 years later, when the latest generation of f-series fighters are born, if we still What are you going to do against them with an old turbojet?"

Tian Zhenguo's words were impassioned, but the reaction of everyone in the venue was mediocre.

After a long silence, an old man with gray hair said:

"Zhenguo, we all know that your idea is good, but the question is, don't you know our current conditions? The turbojet engine alone has already taken out all the money, so let's make a turbojet-5 verification model. After 10 years, it finally came out, but the accident continued."

"The most important thing for us now is not to be too ambitious, but to create something that can be used!"

Everyone nodded, Tian Zhenguo stood up and walked around the venue anxiously, saying:

"Comrades, this is not a question of whether it can be used or not. Let me give an example. Your enemy has used a gun, and you are still thinking about how to strike a good knife. Is this useful? Your knife is better made, Can we beat other people's guns faster? So no matter how difficult it is, we should..."

"Should everything be made? Guns should be made? The question is can we make it?"

"Not to mention that the principle of each component is not clear enough, just one point, you just said that you can manufacture turbofan blades, but can you guarantee 100% that there will be no problems? If there is a problem, who will be responsible for wasting resources? You know How difficult has it been for the country in recent years?"

Ye Zhou nodded sadly while listening. Everyone in the venue might not know the specific situation, but he did.

At this time, it was a critical period for the research and development of the atomic bomb. A lot of resources and manpower were invested in the desert in the northwest. The resources that appeared in the development of aero-engines were indeed squeezed out of the gap between the teeth. further losses.

"I can guarantee that if I take the lead in researching the materials of turbofan blades, I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer. I don't want salary! Just take care of the meal!"

"It's not about taking care of the meal..."

The white-haired old man saw that the atmosphere in the venue became tense, and he quickly stood up to try to smooth things out, but the middle-aged man who refuted Tian Zhenguo was unwilling.

"Comrade Tian, ​​if you don't want salary, so can I. Now is not the time to talk about dedication, now is the time to talk about technology!"

"You can guarantee to make turbofan materials, but how can you make us believe that your plan is not a problem? How long have you been in the countryside, do you still have a clear memory? If you know the technology, why didn't you propose it early? Why? Wait until now?"

Tian Zhenguo's face was flushed with anger, he stretched out his fingers and pointed at each other, his body trembling slightly.

"You...you think I don't want to write? Do you know what kind of environment I'm in there?!"

"Write it down? Don't talk about experimental equipment. It's hard for me to find a pen and a page of paper! How do I write? You tell me how to write?"

"Have you ever been to the countryside? Have you ever held a hoe in your hand? I answered the call to exercise, and you sat here aloofly blaming me for not writing it down!"

The white-haired old man rushed forward to support Tian Zhenguo, but his strength was too great, and he accidentally touched Tian Zhenguo's wound that had been scalded by the warm stone before.

"Old Tian, ​​Lao Tian! Are you alright?"

Tian Zhenguo forcefully endured the pain, waved his hand, and replied:

"I'm fine... I got scalded before, a small injury."

"Why are you getting burned here?"

The white-haired old man was shocked.

"Cough... It's not to hurry, the road is too cold, and I have two hot stones in my pocket. I'm not sure about it, and I get burnt."

Tian Zhenguo described his journey on the road in one sentence, but Ye Zhou knew how much hardship and despair he had experienced along the way.

"You, you! What if it's a few days later? The decision of the meeting can also be changed!"

The white-haired old man had a mental look on his face, but in that look, there was a kind of helplessness deeply hidden.

His words were just comforting. In fact, he also knew that if Tian Zhenguo couldn't catch up this time, he would never catch up again.

After a long pause, Tian Zhenguo stood up again. He took a breath and said to the middle-aged man:

"Comrade Zhang, I'm not targeting you personally, I just made my suggestion----no, this is not just a suggestion, it's my decision, if my suggestion is not passed at today's meeting, I will keep applying , until everyone agrees!"

The middle-aged man stood up suddenly, pointed at Tian Zhenguo and cursed angrily:

"Tian Zhenguo! Do you still look like an intellectual? Listen to yourself, do you still sound like a scholar? Are you a bandit? Or you can go to the kitchen and get a knife and put it on mine. Neck forcing me to agree!"

"I'll tell you, no one is here today. If you don't agree, you don't agree. If you have the ability, you will chop me up!"

"What do you say!"

The white-haired old man stopped drinking, and other people stepped forward to persuade each other. All these arguments were just because the direction of the technical route was different. The two sides of the debate were too stubborn and could not convince each other. Then they began to use the bloody characteristics of that era. resorted to force.

In a country that has just experienced war, even the weak literati wearing glasses has the courage to be brave and not afraid of death.

Ye Zhou couldn't help but sigh with emotion. He lived in the same era for a long time. He always said that the Maoxiong country in the north was a fighting nation, but in fact, what he saw now is the real battle of this era. nationality.

Those are the people who have to pounce on and tear off a piece of meat in the face of an ugly country that is invincible and crushing everything.

But this seems to be a different kind of scenery?

Ye Zhou looked at everything in the venue with a smile. He knew in his heart that the literati struggle was actually a gentleman's struggle. After a fight in the conference room, maybe they turned their heads and gave each other humility at the same table. Not many wild vegetables.

Just when everyone in the venue was making a fuss, the door of the conference room was suddenly pushed open, and then a low voice with some anger sounded.

"What the hell?!"

Everyone's eyes turned to the door, and after recognizing that person's figure, Ye Zhou's eyes instantly became wet.