Faced with the deceptive behavior of reluctantly throwing away the sour oranges and giving them to his son to eat, Fang Ze could only roll his eyes at his mother, and then peeled the orange shreds while looking at Fang's father. He said, "I've thought about it, and I don't think these two questions you raised are obstacles. The part-time job I'm doing now not only allows me to get enough remuneration, but also allows me to learn a lot of things. Even if I don’t continue to be a doctor, I can still pursue other careers.”
"How old are you?"
"twenty-three."
"Well, it has been five years since I became an adult. Now that you have made up your mind, I can only support you, but I have a small request at the end."
Father Fang said to Fang Ze in a calm tone, "I won't ask you what kind of part-time job you are doing. If you didn't mention it, you must not want to say it. But as parents, while we are proud of you for having your own ideas, There will definitely be some concerns. So can you tell me one or two of the results you have achieved while working part-time so that your parents can rest assured."
"Remember the audio I gave you before?"
"Remember, it is indeed very magical. And it is most likely produced by an animal, because human research on sounds is far from reaching that level."
"That sound is indeed the sound of an animal." Fang Ze was not surprised that Fang's father suspected that the sound was made by an animal.
After all, humans have learned many of their technologies so far from animals.
Human beings have not even conquered nature, let alone explored its secrets.
"That sound is one of the rewards I get from my part-time job." Fang Ze explained, "And I will get more similar things in the future."
"That's it." When Father Fang heard Fang Ze's words, he kept tapping his fingers on the table, not knowing what he was thinking.
"There may be a very good thing recently." Fang Ze said while handing the orange that had been peeled cleanly to Father Fang, "But I need a channel to sell these things for money."
"If you need anything, just ask your dad." Dad Fang said, "Anyway, our research institute receives so much money from the country every year and studies all kinds of things. Occasionally, we produce one or two results that are beyond the ordinary. It can be said to be past."
"Don't forget, you are just the deputy director, can you decide many things?"
Fang Ze saw that Father Fang had eaten two pieces of the orange, but his expression remained unchanged, as if the orange was not sour.
In fact, Fang Ze already regrets it now. He should have eaten another piece just now, maybe the next piece will not be so sour.
"Our current director is Ding Yi. As long as you come up with something he can study, he doesn't care where you got it from."
"Is it Ding Yi, the youngest academician of the Academy of Sciences in our country?!"
"Yes." Father Fang replied affirmatively.
Ding Yi is the youngest academician in the history of the China Academy of Science and Technology. She holds two doctorates in philosophy and quantum physics, and a master's degree in mathematics. She was once the chief scientist of the national neutron decay research project.
Of course, just looking at these achievements, Ding Yi is just a relatively powerful scientist.
However, the most powerful thing about Ding Yi is not that he has these achievements, but that his ability and breadth of knowledge make all the scientists who have been with him convinced of him and willing to accept his leadership.
To Chinese scientists, Ding Yi is equivalent to an omniscient and omnipotent being.
"Then I'll be relieved." The worry in Fang Ze's heart finally disappeared.
The design information of the armed helicopter he obtained from Iron Man Stark contained technology not only for the war machine itself, but also for the technological achievements behind its many designs.
Take a gun as an example. For ordinary people, an advanced rifle means a longer shooting distance, smaller recoil, and faster shooting speed.
But as a scientist, the first thing they need to understand is why this gun has a longer shooting distance than other guns, which principle is involved, and whether this principle can be applied to other industries.
Therefore, when Fang Ze handed over the shooting data of the armed helicopter produced by Stark Industries, the first thing the country should do was definitely not to build the helicopter, but to verify whether the scientific knowledge involved was correct. of.
Learn the parts worth learning bit by bit, and then apply them to domestic helicopters or other aspects.
This is the essence and horror of reverse engineering.
To learn from you, we must not only learn how to manufacture, but also understand the principles, apply them to our own things, and then surpass you.
Because Big Meow was away, Fang Ze couldn't get the design information given by Iron Man for the time being. Fang Ze didn't mention this matter to Fang's father first, and would wait until the next Friday to look at it.
After the father and son finished talking, they were very satisfied with each other, so they started chatting happily about some daily topics.
"By the way, Dad." Fang Ze pointed to the orange with only two pieces left in Dad's hand and said, "Isn't this orange sour?"
Father Fang was chatting with Fang Ze and eating oranges at the same time. After hearing what Fang Ze said, he immediately stopped chewing and felt the taste of oranges. .
"It seems, it's really a bit sour." Father Fang's expression was distorted, as if he was suddenly sore.
It was almost after he finished eating that he felt sour. Fang Ze didn't even bother to complain about the length of his father's reflex arc.
After sleeping until he got up at noon the next day, Fang Ze was rolling around on his big bed with his cell phone, and then he heard Fang's mother shouting and knocking on the bedroom door.
Fang Ze rolled up, pulled his clothes and put them on, and then shouted, "Mom, you can come in."
"Oh, now it's not like when I was a child. I can come in whenever I want." Fang's mother complained about it every day, and then said to Fang Ze, "Did you have anything to do today?"
"Except for picking up a friend in the afternoon, there's nothing else to do." Fang Ze said to Fang's mother, "You know I don't have any friends here."
"Why don't you accompany me to the chess academy this afternoon." Mother Fang said, leaning on the door frame. "There is a youth group Go match in the chess academy this afternoon. We don't have enough people and we need help."
"Okay." Fang Ze thought for a moment. The guest coming in the afternoon was a child, and most likely he was Tang Seng in his teenage years. He thought there would be no trouble, so he nodded and agreed.
"What time is the game?"
"From three o'clock in the afternoon to eight o'clock in the evening, you can rest in between. Most of the time you just need to maintain order in the venue."
"Well, I'm going to wash up now. After I finish washing, we can have a meal."
(End of chapter)