Zhang Jing called home and told them that she would bring her friends from HKUST to have dinner together during the family gathering this weekend.
Zhang Jing's mother smiled and asked on the other end of the phone, "Friends from HKUST? Liu Wenyi or Hao Qian... Speaking of which, Liu Wenyi is a good talker, so it's okay to bring her along."
Zhang Jing said, "It's not them."
"Who is that?"
"My name is Cheng Ran."
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment. "Male?"
"Um."
Zhang Jing's mother exclaimed, "What's going on? Jingjing, you have a boyfriend?"
"No... We were in a club together at HKUST, and something happened. Uncle San happened to be there at the time. He's familiar with HKUST, so he can help by saying a few words. By the way, I called my dad and told him about this."
"You even told your dad, oh my, what are you doing..." Zhang Jing's mother lowered her voice, "It's a family gathering, your uncle and aunt are here, isn't it inappropriate for you to bring a boy? Hey, what does his family do, what are they like? And my mother's friend, Aunt Yuan will be here too."
Zhang Jing was stunned for a moment, and said, "Okay! Mom, it's just a friend coming over for dinner, and my dad and my third uncle are here too, so we just chat about something."
"Then I'll have to take a closer look!"
"Hey, that's not the case at all!"
…
Zhang Jing invited Cheng Ran to dinner at her home and revealed her family's connections and background, saying that she could help solve the Tianxing Society's problems. This was not necessary for Cheng Ran, but he agreed to it because he had the opportunity to meet Zhang Jing's father, Zhang Songnian, and have a chat.
Zhang Songnian is a senior official in the South District of Nanzhou. After the release of Document No. 18 of the State Council, the South District, as one of the key development directions of Nanzhou, also took corresponding actions, including a series of intensive adjustments, the construction of high-tech parks, relevant policies, meetings of ministries and commissions, and high-level officials of Nanzhou competing to express their views. A series of slogans and goals, and various leapfrog plans were introduced.
It is understandable that the country is willing to spare no effort in chip manufacturing projects. Even the four major teams in Nanzhou can come together to seek talents and travel abroad and domestically just to discuss a production line and promote a cooperation.
However, this atmosphere of "either success or death" also indirectly contributed to the outbreak of incidents such as the Guoxin incident in later generations.
As for people like Chen Yue, it is very difficult to touch him without solid evidence. The so-called behind-the-scenes attack on his reputation is not uncommon in the scientific research community. As long as you sit in a position or control a project, there will be many people who are jealous and attack you behind your back. But in fact, there are very few people who have been taken down because of this.
Take Academician Wang Xuan, who Cheng Ran once cited as an example. Since Wang Xuan started to develop the domestic Chinese character laser typesetting system, almost no one has said anything good about him, such as "cheating funds", "wasting national resources", "China's technology is too backward and can't catch up with the West", "it's better to buy than to make"... Are there not enough such words? But in the end, Wang Xuan still managed to break through.
This proves that in the field of scientific research, evidence and achievements are the final word. By the same token, it is unrealistic to rely on public opinion to attack Chen Yue and make him go bankrupt early.
Chen Yue's explosive point must be suppressed, and at the same time, the current atmosphere of scientific research and chip manufacturing to achieve leapfrog development must be stopped. If they are still so subjective and impatient to achieve a leapfrog in the field of integrated circuits, even if there is no Chen Yue, there will be Yang Yue, Zhang Yue... In fact, this is also a minefield for officials like Zhang Jing's father in their official careers.
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The appointment with Zhang Jing was for this Saturday. A Passat was picked up outside the campus of HKUST. The driver was still Uncle Zhao, whom Cheng Ran had met after the concert that day. He smiled and nodded at Cheng Ran.
The weather in Nanzhou was gloomy at this time. Zhang Jing was wearing a down jacket, and jeans and short boots that made her legs look straight. She looked youthful. Cheng Ran was wearing a khaki hooded jacket. The two of them just walked out of the school gate, attracting countless eyeballs along the way.
The two opened the car door and sat in the back seat. In the space inside the car, they could smell the scent of shampoo coming from Zhang Jing. She seemed to have just washed her hair and blow-dried it not long ago, and there was still some moist water vapor in the dust in the air.
But when Cheng Ran looked at her, she turned her head to look out the window, as if she didn't notice his gaze.
In fact, it’s not like she hasn’t ridden in a car with boys before, and they’ve been in such a close distance and space together. In the past, when discussing activities at HKUST, there would sometimes be boys helping out when planning. There would be times when she was alone with them about the activities, and they would be so nervous and awkward that they wouldn’t dare look her in the eye. Why did it seem like she had that feeling this time
I always feel a little angry.
After all, she was a well-known figure in the school. After Uncle Zhao drove over, and since she was taking Cheng Ran to her home ground, Zhang Jing sat there and felt that she couldn't lose her domineering queen style. So she put her hands in her pockets, turned her head and pretended to be free and easy, "I told my dad, he is also very interested in you and wants to talk to you. It's okay, the restaurant is outside, and there is still some time before dinner, you can chat with my dad and my third uncle. In fact, our family gatherings are quite relaxed and not so serious. Sometimes relatives will bring their friends, and the atmosphere is good. You don't have to be restrained."
Cheng Ran nodded, "I can eat for free, so I can be thick-skinned." Then he smiled, "I'm just a little worried that your family might misunderstand me."
Interesting, I finally caught some of Cheng Ran’s little worries, or uneasiness
Zhang Jing smiled slightly, "What misunderstanding? Did you think you were my boyfriend?"
Cheng Ran didn't comment, but gestured casually, meaning that it was roughly this kind of thing.
Zhang Jing's big dark eyes flickered cunningly, "What do you think I said?"
"What else can I say? A follower? A student who is in a school club? You are facing some difficulties and want to hear the leader's advice?"
Zhang Jing smiled, "Don't think of my dad as too high and mighty. What's the point of being a leader? In fact, in my opinion, my dad is a model worker, running around all day. Because of the development of the South District, he had to inspect the demolition sites. He was exposed to the sun and looked like an African black man. Once he came home wearing a straw hat with mud on his feet. My mother thought he was a farmer from somewhere. Last year, there were 18 demolition areas. In one area, the project of a nail household was shelved. It was a laid-off employee of an enterprise who refused to move out of the dormitory. No one in the command center could persuade him. After a period of stalemate, the man even piled up wood in the house. When he saw the staff coming forward, he waved a kitchen knife and even proposed to "single" with the district chief.
My dad actually agreed, and approached the man, showing his arms, and wanted to arm wrestle with him. "Let's fight alone." My dad often exercises, and the man is actually thin and small, and he couldn't wrestle my dad's arm. Afterwards, my dad talked with him for two hours behind closed doors, and the man never waved a kitchen knife again, and moved away on his own a week later. My mom scolded my dad for this matter for half a year, and she still feels resentful about it. She said that as an official, he always has his head hanging on his neck.
You’ll know once you meet him, my dad is actually quite funny.”
Cheng Ran nodded.
Uncle Zhao in the front row was also smiling.
Then Zhang Jing said, "By the way, I told my mom that this time I brought... a candidate for inspection."
Uncle Zhao, who had been steering the car smoothly and was quite confident in his driving skills, almost lost his mind.
When Cheng Ran looked over, Zhang Jing turned her head to the window, her big eyes twinkling with a teasing smile.
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