During the National Day, Cen Huaian went to visit the Beijing 774 Factory through Cen Zhengnian's relationship. This was the first semiconductor factory established in Beijing, and usually there were few high school students like Cen Huaian visiting.
It has the most advanced domestic semiconductor research technology and its own production department. The researchers there are all top talents from various universities.
Of course, there is more than one semiconductor research institute in Beijing, there is also the Chinese Academy of Sciences and Factory 878.
Cen Huaian wanted to gain in-depth knowledge about semiconductors in advance, so he could go anywhere.
Cen Zhengnian's friend is about the same age as Cen Zhengnian, with a square face. He looks very upright and older than his actual age.
When he met Cen Huaian at the door, a smile appeared on his face, and Cen Huaian instantly felt that the country was peaceful and the people were safe.
"Uncle Tong, hello, I'm Cen Huaian, sorry to bother you."
Tong Weiji raised his broad palm and patted Cen Huaian's seemingly frail shoulder, his voice as strong and powerful as a broadcaster's: "You're welcome, it's a rare opportunity for Zhengnian to ask me for something."
Tong Weiji took Cen Huaian in and explained to him in advance: "Uncle can't take you to visit the core technology area."
Those are confidential places. It’s okay to let Cen Huaian take a look at the rest. Other manufacturers also come to visit and learn from time to time.
Cen Huaian understood and naturally had no objection.
Tong Weiji looked at Cen Huaian's sensible and polite appearance, and sighed again: "You and your father are really alike, especially the appearance of this little adult, it's like you were carved from the same mold as him."
Cen Huaian: "My mother said so too."
Tong Weiji burst into laughter. "Your personality is more interesting than your father's. Do you know how your father and I met?"
Tong Weiji recalled the time when he and Cen Zhengnian were in college. They were not in the same major, so it would have been difficult for them to know each other.
But he and Cen Zhengnian both loved to study, and they often ran into each other in the library. Once, the seat he was occupying was taken by someone else, and there happened to be a seat next to Cen Zhengnian, so he sat there.
Then the two of them started talking, and because they shared the same persistence in their bones, they slowly became friends.
"I felt sorry that he went to the northwest and I stayed in Beijing. But now he is in Beijing, we are all busy and have no time to get together. It has been decades, the children are going to college, and we are old."
Cen Huaian looked at him and said, "Uncle, you and my father are in our prime, not old."
Tong Weiji's melancholy mood disappeared instantly and he started laughing again.
Next, they were about to enter the work area. Tong Weiji's expression became serious. He said to Cen Huaian, "There are rules here. You can't make loud noises inside."
Cen Huaian nodded, indicating that he remembered it.
Along the way, Tong Weiji would explain to Cen Huaian the various research tools, research results displays, and the work that researchers are doing, as long as they did not involve confidential information.
Cen Huaian has a good memory. He nodded in response, remembering every word Tong Weiji said. He also raised his own questions, and they were all professional and practical questions, not random questions.
Tong Weiji was surprised when he heard those questions: "Have you read the materials in advance?"