Quick travel starts from tearing apart the plane management bureau

Didn't meet him? Commander He touched his chin. This shouldn't be the case. Logically, he hadn't arranged anything for the past two days. Thinking of the document sent before leaving get off work today, he quickly flipped through it. Well, this guy, Mr. Yang, is really cunning.

"He's fine. He went to work early. Whether you can succeed depends on fate," Commander He was relieved. He thought something had happened and was going to send someone to look for him.

"Go to work?" Lin Xinghua looked up, a little puzzled. Didn't they say that the job was to sit in the office? Where was he going to work? He didn't see it.

"Niece Jiang is very talented. It's normal for a son to follow in his father's footsteps. You probably won't be able to come out during this period. You should take care of yourself. Look at how messed up you are." Teacher He's words were full of disdain. "Little girls love to be coquettish."

Are you afraid that others won't know that you stayed up late because of the big dark circles under your eyes? You are so ugly that even he can't stand looking at you.

"I'm glad you're okay. Uncle He, do you know when she'll come out?" The son follows in his father's footsteps? He knew this, and although he felt relieved, he couldn't help but ask.

"Maybe ten days or half a month, don't worry, as long as the person is not married, you still have a chance." Commander He comforted with a smile.

"Then I'll go back. Sorry to bother Uncle He." Lin Xinghua touched his chin and found it a little prickly. It had only been a short time since he had a beard. "By the way, this is the bacon I brought for Uncle He. I'm alone and don't want to cook. You can keep it."

Putting it aside, Lin Xinghua slipped out quickly.

The dim light illuminated the small space. Old Yang stood there holding a blueprint and looking at the delicate and small thermal weapon in front of him.

"What's wrong? The result is completely different," he looked at the drawing, looking for differences.

"Mr. Yang, Miss Jiang is here," Wang Pan said to Mr. Yang respectfully, and then walked out.

Give this seat to two people.

All the parameters of this drawing are correct, and I have made a model myself, so how come there is such an obvious problem after scaling it up? This shouldn't happen.

He didn't even notice that Jiuli was standing beside him, looking at the exquisite little toy in front of him with him.

"You're here," Old Yang muttered, and belatedly looked at Jiuli and waved, "You should know more about your design. There are no problems with the parameters, but the finished product is not satisfactory. It has been used many times but is not stable enough."

"It's never perfect,"

Jiuli pretended to check and spoke after a while.

"The parts are not polished well enough, and the metal inside is not soft enough. Plus, if there is too much heat, it will cause an explosion, which is dangerous to people."

After hearing the professional terms Jiuli said, Mr. Yang automatically translated the words into vernacular, seeming to be thinking about something.

"But domestic machine tools can only go so far. If we buy them from abroad, I'm afraid they won't have that much money, and they may not necessarily sell them to us."

"If the machine tool doesn't work, then improve it," Old Yang realized. If it doesn't work once, then try ten times. It will work one time.

"Mr. Yang is right, but aren't you afraid that I am lying to you?" Jiuli played with the hot weapon in his hand.

"Lie to me? Then I hope you can lie to me a few more times. After all, the benefits you get are real." Even if you are lying, he is willing to be fooled. "Follow me in."

Moreover, this design is completely qualified to serve as a stepping stone. If she were abroad, she would have been famous long ago. Why would she lie to him?

"Although it's not perfect, it's good enough for now. We just need to modify a few parameters." Jiuli took the blueprint and wrote and drew on the back. "This will be more suitable for domestic people and lighter, but."

"But what?" Old Yang stared at Jiuli with burning eyes. Old Jiang, Old Jiang, why didn't you tell me earlier that you had a daughter?

If you cultivate it from a young age, you don’t know how powerful it will be.

"But there will be a deviation once every ten times. Of course, this can be ignored when masters fight each other." Jiuli tapped his forehead with his fingertips. "By the way, where are you taking me?"

Elder Yang's breathing became rapid. How could this deviation be considered a deviation? Wouldn't it be perfect if we could understand the rules?

He handed the drawings in his hand to his most capable assistant Qian Duoduo, whispered a few words of advice, and looked at Jiuli as if he was looking at a mountain of gold, full of love and care.

"I'll take you to see the machine tool data we are using now to see if there is anything that can be improved," said Mr. Yang, restraining his emotions. The ones they are using now are still bought from abroad.

One of them broke down some time ago because the experts left under the orders of their own country and were sent here. I checked the information day and night and only made some improvements.

"Machine tool? I'm afraid it's not appropriate for you to take me there. I should have known that I have a photographic memory," Jiuli said with a smile on her face. Does he trust her so much?

"Who would be willing to let go of such a capable girl like you?" Old Yang smiled cunningly, but with a bit of relief. There were many people like her who came back.

But it was difficult for them to come back. How could they hide their talents like this girl? They only thought that they were lucky to learn from the last one? Even when they came back, they were eager for this poor student to leave.

"I really have nothing to say about this, but Mr. Yang, I hadn't eaten yet when I came here. Can we eat first?" Jiuli touched her belly with a little shyness on her face.

"Look, I actually forgot such an important thing," Old Yang was a little embarrassed. It was normal for them to skip meals when they were busy, so they had to write down everything they thought of.

"Let's eat first and talk while we eat." Old Yang said as he asked someone to go downstairs to prepare dinner for the two of them.

"Not eating is bad for your health. How can you continue your research if you are not in good health?" Jiuli sat aside with anticipation.

"That's true," Mr. Yang agreed.

It seems that he should learn from the young people and not skip three meals a day. He also needs to continue his research and work hard.

Wang Pan brought in two lunch boxes. The food here was definitely the best on the island, with white rice and a chicken leg.

"Eat, don't just stand there. This is your first day here, you'll get used to it after a while." Old Yang held out his hand.

"Your standards must follow my standards. If there is anything missing, I will make up for it for you," said Old Yang with a smile. "From now on, you are my own daughter. If there is anything you cannot tell, you can go to your aunt."

If you want to keep someone, the treatment must not be bad. Food and clothing should be the same, this is the most basic thing.

"Uncle Yang," Jiuli ate seriously and changed the way he addressed her.

"Hey," Old Yang's brows relaxed. He kind of understood why Old Jiang was hiding it. If it were him, he would definitely hide it too.