Go back to the past and be a schoolboy

Chapter 128 Another One

"Mr. Tesla still has research on aero engines?" Bayuzao couldn't believe it.

In the cognition of these people, although Nikola Tesla is an all-rounder of inventions, human energy is limited, and it is impossible to cover everything. The boss is only good at radio and alternating current, and it is impossible to be outstanding in other areas. .

In this world, however, the general rules do not apply to geniuses.

After reading the aircraft design drawing, Cheng Nuo tidied it up and returned it to the two of them, with mysterious smiles on his face: "How about I invite him to be the dean of your Institute of Applied Engineering? The role of things in the military field is also far beyond that of ordinary people."

As a member of the American Society of Automatic Machine Engineering, Wang Zhu seems to have heard some rumors in the United States, and he dare not confirm it: "Through the official organization of the United States, I seem to know the engine you mentioned, Professor Cheng. I heard that it is a functional engine. The energy consumption is lower, the weight is even less than one-fifth of the 'free brand', and the performance is quite superior."

The so-called "Liberty" engine, that is, the aeroengine developed by the Packard Motor Company of the United States, was installed on the DH4 bomber during World War I. Because the main fuel tank was installed between the front and rear seats, the double cabin had a wide view, and it was used in that In the era of observing the target of attack, quite good results were achieved on the Western Front.

But installing the fuel tank in this way also greatly threatened the life safety of the pilot, so it was ridiculed as a "flaming flying coffin".

It is such an aircraft. After World War I, the United States let it serve until the 20s, and it was adopted by more than a dozen countries, including the Soviet Union. Our country's Northeast Air Force also introduced many aircraft.

As an expert, although Bayuzao admires Tesla's talent, he does not blindly follow its reputation, especially when it comes to such an American main engine, he is more cautious: "Then Tesla Institute Which aircrafts has this aircraft engine designed by the Chief Executive himself been installed on?"

Cheng Nuo shrugged, shook his head and said, "It's a pity that the American Aviation Commission believes that the data on paper needs to be demonstrated. However, Europe is fighting fiercely, and the most precious thing is time. They can only choose to put it on hold, and the cooperation has not yet been signed."

Bayuzao squeezed his chin with one hand, and thought seriously: "That is to say, this engine only exists in paper design, and everyone still doesn't know the final actual effect?"

Cheng Nuo didn't face this question directly, but instead asked, "Is it possible to say that because the US National Aeronautics and Space Commission did not realize its value, it became an opportunity for us to catch up and even overtake?"

"But..." Bayuzao instinctively wanted to refute, but when he thought that Tesla was the one who designed the aircraft engine, he was not a man who could be described by common sense, so he clenched his fist and let it go weakly: "Scientific research requires an argument." process, I reserve my opinion."

Wang Zhu patted his friend on the shoulder and said consolingly: "It's okay to talk about other fields, but in the field of scientific research, the role of geniuses will be magnified exponentially. The distance between people is greater than the distance between people and dogs." Both are big."

Cheng Nuo appreciates this attitude of daring to question: "There is a specialization in surgery, and we are all members of an organization. You have plenty of time to discuss and verify, and leave all problems on the ground to solve them. Just don't go to the sky with your illness. Of course Scientific research work is also a process of continuous sublation, and there is no need to obey authority.

We've been chatting here for a long time now, and it's getting late. Let's have a meal first, and then move to that hotel with me. Later, you can start the preparatory work for the aircraft construction. If there is anything that can't be solved in the middle You can come to me at any time, and face-to-face communication is more convenient. "

Hearing this, both of them nodded seriously, and their confidence in the future became stronger.

"Alright, Professor Cheng, we will treat you to this meal first."

"Hey~ Whoever invites someone to dinner doesn't say in advance, why don't you change your words first?"

"I forgot again, I should call you Dean Cheng."

"No, everyone in our Academy of Sciences is equal. No one should be higher than anyone else. You don't need to use 'you' to address them. On weekdays, everyone calls each other 'comrade'. They have the same aspirations. Those are here."

"Yes, Comrade Dean Cheng."

"There's nothing you can do about it. Hey, Comrade Yunhua, why is your leather shoe broken? I remember it was fine just now. It won't affect your walking, right?"

"It's okay, I was just crushed by a stone just now, and I can still wear it when I go back to mend it..."

……

At the same time, somewhere in Shanghai is busy.

There was a child on the street, clutching the corner of his mother's clothes tightly, and said in a childlike voice, "Mom, there is a strange uncle over there, who has been looking at me and smiling, and his smile is so scary."

The mother was still bargaining with the roadside vendors, automatically filtering out the children's words.

"Look at your cucumber, it has so many thorns, how can people take it back and eat it? If it's cheaper, I'll buy more. It's not easy for you under such a big sun."

Because it is not easy to get out of the stall in hot weather, and the profit of selling vegetables is meager, the hawker does not want to lower the price: "Miss, this cucumber with thorns is only fresh. If you don't believe me, you can see that there are yellow flowers on its head. It has only been a few days since it was picked. An hour, the water is still tender, go back and slice it and sprinkle sugar to make a cold dish."

My mother knows this common sense, thinking about going back and lying on the chair, blowing on the newly bought "Watson" brand electric fan, eating cucumbers in her mouth, not to mention how much she enjoyed it.But out of the psychology of taking advantage, I really don't want to just let it go: "I see you still sell garlic here, how about it, I'll bring five catties of cucumbers, how about a few heads of garlic?"

The peddler was a little helpless: "This garlic is more expensive than cucumbers. For the sake of buying more, I will give you a few heads."

The child on the other side couldn't get a response, so he took the adult's hand and shook it harder and harder, and finally the mother had to turn around and said impatiently: "Didn't I just buy you snacks, why are you going to eat it again? I don't think you are a mouthful!" Greedy, but itchy ass!"

With tears in his eyes, the child pointed pitifully at the tree not far away: "Mom, there is a strange uncle over there who keeps smiling at me. I'm so scared."

Follow her fingers and look over there, there is indeed a man with a beard and messy clothes, smiling at this side.

Perhaps seeing that an adult here had discovered the situation, the weirdo hurriedly lowered his head and covered it with a large board beside him, so he couldn't see what he was doing clearly.

It's hard not to be suspicious of this kind of weird behavior. My mother immediately thought of it as a child trafficker, and her face was quickly filled with worry and fear.

As soon as the weighed cucumbers were put away, he hurried away with the child in his arms.

"Baby, don't look over there. Mom will take you home right away. When Dad comes back, take care of the bad guys."

"Miss, the cucumbers are wrapped, how are you leaving? Miss, miss..."

Seeing that the business has gone wrong again, the peddler still doesn't understand what's going on, maybe it's the "weird" who made the ghosts, watching his customers over there, and scaring away a few of them.

Now the peddler couldn't bear it any longer, picked up the beam in one hand and the weight in the other, and wanted to settle accounts with that strange man.

The weirdo seemed to understand that it was him. When he saw the peddler coming, he picked up the board beside him and ran away without looking back.

The peddler originally wanted to continue chasing him, but then he thought that he still had a stall, so he had to give up after a few steps, cursing and swearing.

"Fuck*&#...I%"

On the other side, the weird man ran for more than ten minutes with experience, not daring to look back at all, for fear that if he turned around, someone would catch up and beat him up.

It wasn't until a corner of the street that the weirdo couldn't run any longer. He put his hands on his knees, bent over and panted, and when he saw through the gap between his legs that no one was chasing him, he refused to rest against the wall.

"I... Huh... I just want to write a life, why is it so difficult, it seems to kill me."

It turns out that the strange person is none other than Wan Laiming who is currently studying painting.

According to Cheng Nuo's talent policy, after they are discovered in the Academy of Sciences, they are given high-standard treatment and future development directions. As for the details, he generally does not interfere too much, as long as they deviate from the right track and the results are good.

Cheng Nuo's opinion on this is that when dealing with these historical-level geniuses, too many rules and regulations may limit their development ceiling. It is far better to set development goals and let them grow freely.It is enough to cut off the redundant branches in the middle and choose the gate to point the right direction.

What's more, the Academy of Sciences will absorb more people in the future, and it's not realistic for everyone to take him by the hand.

But in this way, people with relatively poor professional foundation in the early stage, represented by Wan Laiming, suffered a lot.

"Hey, the dean also said that he should let me learn painting well first, and then lead me to make movies when the time is right, but he didn't tell me how to learn it. Although there is only one word difference between animation and Chinese painting, they One is moving, the other is still, there is a sea of ​​difference."

"I just wanted to see how the people in my life moved, but they all regarded me as a weirdo. I was almost beaten several times, and my clothes were torn apart by dogs."

Wan Laiming thought of his recent experience, he was physically and mentally exhausted, leaning against the wall, his body slid a little bit on the ground, and he sat down on the ground in despair.

Historically, when Wan Laiming started to make animations, it was mainly because mature films from other countries had already appeared on the market, while China was still in a blank period. Out of curiosity about novelty and the spirit of not admitting defeat, he imitated and made animations at the same time. .

Their most classic animated feature film is also the first animated feature film in China and even in Asia, "Princess Iron Fan". And the shape design, more or less can still see the shadow of Disney.

And now Disney has not yet been established, and there is no shadow to be found, not to mention domestic, even in the whole world, there are no mature cartoons that can be used as a reference.

If you want to be a trailblazer who will be famous in history, you must slash a path with a knife.

Just when Wan Laiming lowered his head and was thinking about where to "sketch" next, so as not to risk being beaten.

He suddenly heard a few jingling bells in front of him, looked up and opened his eyes, and saw that a few copper plates had fallen.

Before he had time to see who fell out, Wan Laiming hurriedly said, "Which gentleman or lady accidentally dropped the money?"

While talking, he also helped to pick it up.

Surprisingly, all the people around were far away from him, looking at him with strange faces, many of them were kind-hearted, and there was still a little pity on their faces.

"No, I don't want this money at all. Although it is small, I can still buy two big meat-stuffed buns." Wan Laiming picked up the money on the ground, puzzled.

When he picked up all the money and held it in his hands and blew the dirt on it, he suddenly found a pair of feet wearing cotton shoes standing in front of him.

Looking up along the trouser legs, it turned out to be a gentle and jade-like young man with an amiable smile on his face.

Seeing that Wan Laiming found himself, the young man said gently: "Little brother, I gave you the money to buy buns. I didn't expect to be blinded by the wind and sand just now, and slipped on the ground inadvertently, isn't it?" Deliberately trying to trample on your dignity."

Seeing this person, Wan Laiming couldn't believe it, holding the money and staring at him blankly without blinking his eyes.

"Brother, is it not enough? What you said is true. When you are so old, I can eat three bowls of rice without vegetables. How can I eat two buns? Let me give you a few more copper coins, remember." , you are not allowed to gamble with this money, and you are not allowed to smoke opium.”

While talking, the young man took out his purse, preparing to take out a few more copper coins.

Unexpectedly, Wan Laiming suddenly acted like crazy, hugging the young man's thigh tightly, with a snot and tears streaming down his nose, he was so excited that he couldn't speak at all.

"Old... Teacher... Woo... Xiao Wan really misses you so much, well... I haven't seen you for a long time, no... I didn't expect to see you on the street..."

The snot, tears and sweat stains on his face were wiped directly on the young man.

Seeing this, the passers-by stayed away even further, watching this scene and discussing it.

"This baby is so young, why is there something wrong with his head, alas, what a pity."

"Fortunately, it is far away, otherwise it will be glued, and it will be bad luck. If you bite you, you will lose a piece of meat."

"Hey, young man, are you okay? If you want me to call a few people to push this little beggar away, your clothes will be ruined."

What puzzled everyone present was that the young man did not push away the little beggar in their eyes, that is, Wan Laiming.

Slowly bent down, holding his face at the same height as Wan Laiming, and carefully wiped off the tears, snot and sweat one by one, and brushed away the messy hair, revealing Wan Laiming's true appearance, and then said pleasantly on his face: "Xiao Wan, is it really you?"

"It's me, it's me, I'm Xiao Wan, Wan Laiming."

Seeing Wan Laiming's "down and out" look, the young man felt a little distressed, and caressed his head nonchalantly.

"But why are you like this now?"

Seeing a misunderstanding, Wan Laiming quickly explained: "It's not what you imagined, Teacher Tao."

Yes, his teacher was Tao Xingzhi.

He was also the most indispensable in Cheng Nuo's primary school education plan.

(End of this chapter)