My Inseparable House Guests

Facing the reluctance to throw away the sour oranges, stuffing them into his son, and letting his son eat this kind of trickery, Fang Ze rolled his eyes at his mother, and then peeled the orange shreds while facing Dad Fang. Said, "I think it’s good. I don’t think you are obstructing these two questions. The part-time job I am doing now not only allows me to get enough pay, but also allows me to learn a lot. Even if I do not continue to be a doctor, I can still do other professions."

"How old are you this year?"

"twenty-three."

"Well, it's been five years as an adult. Now that you have made up your mind, then I can only support you, but there is a small request in the end."

Fang’s father said in a calm tone, “I won’t ask you what the part-time job is. If you didn’t mention it, you definitely don’t want to say it. But as parents, we are proud of your own ideas. There will definitely be some worries. So can you tell me one or two of your part-time achievements so that your parents can rest assured."

"Remember the audio I gave you earlier?"

"Remember, it is indeed very magical. And it is very likely that it was emitted by an animal, because human research on sound is far from reaching that level."

"That sound is indeed an animal's sound." Fang Ze was not surprised that Dad Fang suspected that the sound was made by an animal.

After all, human beings have so far learned a lot of technology from animals.

Human beings have not even conquered nature, let alone explore the secrets of nature.

"That voice is one of the rewards I get for a part-time job." Fang Ze explained, "and I will get more similar things in the future."

"That's it." When Dad Fang heard Fang Ze's words, he kept tapping his fingers on the table, not knowing what he was thinking.

"There may be another very good thing recently." Fang Ze said while handing the oranges that had been peeled off to Father Fang, "but I need a channel to sell these things for money."

"If you need anything, I can just find your father." Father Fang said, "Anyway, our research institute takes so much money from the country every year, and studies everything in a mess, and occasionally produces one or two results. It can be said of the past."

"Don't forget, you are just the deputy director, can you decide many things?"

Fang Ze saw that Father Fang had eaten two oranges, but his face remained unchanged, as if the oranges were not sour.

In fact, Fang Ze already regretted it a little bit. He should have eaten another one just now. Maybe the next one won't be sour.

"Our current director is Ding Yi, as long as you bring out something that he can study, he doesn't care where you got it from."

"Ding Yi, the youngest academician of our country's Academy of Sciences before?!"

"Yes." Father Fang replied affirmatively.

Ding Yi, the youngest academician in the history of the China Academy of Sciences, has two doctorates in philosophy and quantum physics, and a master's degree in mathematics. He was once the chief scientist of the National Neutron Decay Research Project.

Of course, just by looking at these achievements, Ding Yi is just a relatively powerful scientist.

However, Ding Yi's greatest strength is not that he has these achievements, but his strong ability and broad knowledge, allowing all the scientists who have worked with him to convince him and willingly accept his leadership.

For scientists in China, Ding Yi is equivalent to an omniscient existence.

"Then I can rest assured." Fang Ze's original worry finally disappeared.

He obtained the design information of the gunship helicopter from Iron Man Stark. The technology included is not only the war machine itself, but also the scientific and technological achievements behind its many designs.

Take a gun as an example. For ordinary people, an advanced rifle means a longer shooting distance and a smaller recoil.

But as a scientist, they must first understand why this gun has a longer shooting range than other guns, which principle is involved, and whether this principle can be applied to other industries.

Therefore, Fang Ze handed over the shooting data of the armed helicopter produced by Stark Industries. The first thing the country must do is not to build the helicopter, but to verify whether the scientific knowledge involved is correct. of.

Learn to understand the parts that are worth learning, and then apply them to domestically-made helicopters or other aspects.

This is the essence and horror of reverse engineering.

To learn from you, you must not only learn how to manufacture, but also understand the principles, apply it to our own things, and then surpass you.

Because the big cat was not there, Fang Ze couldn't get the design materials given by Iron Man for the time being, and Fang Ze didn't mention this matter to Fang Dad first, and waited until Friday next week.

After the father and son had finished talking, they were very satisfied with each other, so they started to chat about some daily topics happily.

"That's right, Dad." Fang Ze said, pointing to the orange in Dad Fang's hand, "isn't this orange sour?"

Father Fang was chatting with Fang Ze and eating oranges.After hearing what Fang Ze said, he immediately stopped chewing and felt the smell of oranges..

"It seems, it's really sour." Father Fang's expression was distorted, and it seemed that he was suddenly sour.

Fang Ze didn't feel sour until he almost finished eating. Fang Ze didn't bother to complain about the length of his father's reflex arc.

After getting up at noon the next day, Fang Ze was rolling around with his mobile phone on his big bed, and then he heard Fang's mother yelling while knocking on the bedroom door.

Fang Ze rolled up and pulled his clothes through, then shouted, "Mom, you can come in."

"Hey, it's not like a kid now. Come in whenever you want to come in." Fang's mother complained about it daily, and then said to Fang Ze, "Er, you have nothing to do today."

"Except for picking up a friend in the afternoon, nothing else." Fang Ze said to Fang's mother, "You know I have no friends here."

"There, please accompany me to the chess house in the afternoon." Fang Ma said, leaning on the door frame, "then the chess house has a junior group Go game in the afternoon. There is not enough manpower and we need help."

"Yes." Fang Ze thought for a while. The guest who was coming this afternoon was a child, and most likely it was Tang Seng who was a teenager, and there would be no trouble if he wanted to come, so he nodded and agreed.

"What time is the game?"

"From three in the afternoon to eight in the evening, you can rest in the middle. Most of the time you just need to maintain order in the venue."

"Well, then I'll go to wash it now, and it will be almost done when I finish washing and we have a meal."