At this time, in the small courtyard of Feng Youchang's house.
This yard is very close to nature and is filled with various flowers and potted plants. When you walk into the yard, the air seems to be a lot fresher.
There is also a palm tree with full branches and leaves planted in the middle of the yard. It is definitely a good place to cool off under the blooming palm tree.
In order not to waste this Feng Shui treasure land, Feng Youchang specially built a small stone table with cement under the tree, and built four small stone benches on all four sides.
There are chess patterns drawn on the stone table. As long as you put the chess pieces on it, you can start fighting.
Feng Youchang has already made up his mind that after a few years, when he retires, he will call some of his friends who have also retired like him in this compound, and they will play chess under this tree to enjoy the cool air, and have a great time.
However, there was no chess set on the stone platform at this time. Instead, there was a pot of steaming tea and two white porcelain cups.
An empty cup was placed opposite him, and a cup full of tea was placed in front of him.
He sat on a stone bench, looking at the gate of the yard, occasionally taking a sip of tea, and waiting comfortably.
Feng Youchang, the director of the Chip Research Institute, who lives like a retired old man, has gray hair that looks silver under the sunlight.
His face was also covered with wrinkles, and it seemed that every wrinkle was telling a legendary story in the old man's past.
He was wearing clean casual clothes with a pair of reading glasses on the chest pocket and a small radio hanging on the belt around his waist.
If someone who didn't know him saw him, they would not think he was the dean, but just an ordinary old man.
Soon, Tang Zhiye's hurried figure appeared in the gate.
A smile suddenly appeared on Feng Youchang's old face. He pointed at the stone bench opposite with one hand, picked up the teapot with the other hand, and poured a cup of hot tea into the cup that had been prepared long ago.
"Xiao Tang, you're here. Come sit down." Feng Youchang looked at Tang Zhiye who came over with a smile.
Tang Zhiye didn't hesitate and sat down directly.
Before he could say anything, Feng Youchang pointed at the cup of tea and said cheerfully, "This is the beginning of spring this year. My relatives in my hometown picked some Maojian tea and sent me a bag of it. It's so fragrant. Drink a cup quickly to wake yourself up. Look at the dark circles under your eyes. You must have not slept all night again."
Tang Zhiye was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly and said, "The dean's insight is still as good as ever."
As he spoke, he picked up the teacup and took a sip. It was indeed very fragrant.
Feng Youchang raised his head proudly and said, "That's right, when I was at the border..."
Before he could finish his words, Feng Youchang smiled and changed the subject: "Forget it, let's not talk about the past. Once we start talking about it, we'll have to talk about it endlessly."
After a pause, he asked, "What's the matter? Why are you so anxious? You have to talk about it on the day off. I was thinking of playing chess with someone."
Seeing that the dean finally mentioned the serious matter, Tang Zhiye immediately took out an old black briefcase, unzipped it, and laughed: "Dean, after you finish reading this, you won't have the heart to play chess anymore!"
After that, he took out the draft paper from his briefcase and handed it to Feng Youchang, and said excitedly: "Dean, the concept of quantum chip is feasible!"