1959: Carrying the achievement system, she rolled

Director Liu, who had been slacking off the whole time, saw that Director Song's notebook on his right was either blank or had xx on it, so he turned to look at Wan Ping on his left.

Wan Ping's notebook was filled with notes. He took another look. Very good, he couldn't understand it, and he couldn't read it!

He couldn't help but look at Director Song with sympathy. Even his writing skills were not as fast as Xiao Wan's. He didn't know what Director Song was struggling with.

Wouldn't it be nice to just slack off the whole time like him and Lao Yang?

Look at Old Yang, his eyelids are drooping and he is almost falling asleep.

Perhaps it was because Director Liu's gaze was too direct, Director Song raised his head and glared at Director Liu fiercely.

If Lao Liu hadn't been between him and Xiao Wan, there wouldn't have been so many blank spaces and xx in his notebook.

He is not good at writing, but he still retains the skill of copying homework, which he learned in elementary school.

As for whether or not he would be discovered while copying, that was absolutely no problem. As long as he didn't look up and glanced out of the corner of his eye, he would definitely not be discovered.

He is a professional at plagiarism.

"Today's meeting ends here. If you have any other ideas, you can come to me privately." Du Yimeng said to everyone. Unexpectedly, as soon as she finished speaking, everyone packed up their things and left.

It’s not that it’s dinner time, but some of them have already had inspiration and want to go back and think about it carefully.

Du Yimeng couldn't help but sigh that the researchers of this era were simple and lovely people. They were so focused on research that they didn't care about anything else.

It can be seen from the fact that these people didn't even give Director Song a consoling look when they left.

She didn't have time to think about anything else and followed everyone out because she was hungry.

Everyone walked out, but Director Song sat in his chair as steady as a rock.

Director Liu looked at Director Song in surprise. What happened to Director Song?

Was it because he was hit too hard?

It shouldn’t be!

Logically speaking, after such a long time, Old Song should have gotten used to being hit.

Just as Wan Ping raised his butt, Director Song took action.

"Little..." Director Song was about to call Wan Ping and take some notes, but he saw Wan Ping running away behind Du Yimeng like a dog, leaving him with only a cold look on his face.

Director Song: He just wants to save face, why is it so difficult?

"Old Liu, I'm not saying anything harsh about you, but this meeting is all about professional issues, and you don't understand them. What are you doing here?" Director Song got angry when he saw Director Liu looking at him with a teasing look.

If Old Liu hadn't been in the way, he would definitely have been able to copy more notes from Xiao Wan.

He didn't want to lie down yet, he wanted to struggle a little. He didn't expect to compete with these scientific researchers, he just wanted to get as close to them as possible.

At least when Director Wei asked him about the research progress, he could no longer look at Director Wei with his big eyes.

Not to mention that Director Wei likes capable subordinates, even he himself can't stand stupid subordinates. Unfortunately, he eventually became the person he despised the most.

"Look at what you said, as if you can understand." Director Liu immediately retorted, they are all the same people, the eldest brother doesn't need to be mentioned as the second brother.

"I was one of the first students at the First Tank School of the Armored Forces." Director Song argued.

"Come on, stop flattering yourself. Old Yang told me that what you learned was how to operate a tank, not how to build one." Director Liu said smugly. After his later diligence and eagerness to learn, he can now operate a tank. He is the same as Old Song.

"Old Yang..." Director Song was just about to settle the score with Political Commissar Yang, but the next second he saw that Political Commissar Yang had disappeared in the conference room.

Old Yang obviously doesn't like to talk, so why is he so talkative?

All his secrets have been exposed!

Political Commissar Yang: Fortunately, he ran fast. I don’t know what’s wrong with these two people. Are they regressing as they get older?

It's fine if they just fight when they meet, but he just wants to be invisible. Why is it so difficult?

As Political Commissar Yang left the conference room, only Director Song and Director Liu were left in the room.

"I'm the director of the institute!" Director Song, seeing that there were no outsiders present, launched into a full-throttle attack. His subconscious meaning was that he was the boss of the institute and everyone had to listen to him.

"I am the logistics director of the institute!" Director Liu said unwillingly.

"I promoted you." Director Song said. What he meant was to tell Lao Liu that he should be grateful instead of strangling him to death whenever he got the chance.

"I have secured this position by my own strength." Director Liu said slowly. He was a rough man who could barely read a single word, but now he has become an educated man. This shows how hard he works in private.

Director Song: ...

If Xiao Du is his most capable subordinate, then Lao Liu is his nemesis.

"Okay, you just want to copy the notes in Xiao Wan's hand. I'll go and talk to Xiao Wan for you." Director Liu felt soft-hearted when he saw Director Song looking shocked.

He is serious about his brother and sincere about his love for his brother.

If Director Song knew what Director Liu was thinking, he would definitely say that the best way to show his concern for him would be to talk less to him.

"Forget it!" Director Song waved his hand. Old Liu was still too naive. Every researcher treated their notebook as their lifeblood.

Not to mention borrowing it to take notes, he would roll his eyes if he looked at it for a few more seconds.

Of course, he couldn't afford to lose face. If people knew that he didn't even take notes during the meeting, wouldn't he lose face?

……

"Comrade Du, you have assigned tasks to everyone, what should I do?" Wan Ping caught up with Du Yimeng and said this first.

He likes to work and work makes him happy!

"Didn't I just say at the meeting that the two of us are responsible for improving the fire control system?" Du Yimeng said.

She originally planned to let Wan Ping help Qin Chulong research the engine, but she felt that she needed Wan Ping more than Qin Chulong.

"That's great. Shall we start working now?" Wan Ping asked with sparkling eyes.

He didn't have a complete understanding of the tank's fire control system, but it didn't matter. He just loved soaring in unfamiliar territory.

He felt that every time he solved a difficult problem, it was a great improvement for himself.

"Brother Wan, my sister needs to rest!" Lao Wu, who was following behind Du Yimeng, said disapprovingly. Work was important, but his sister's health was more important.

Only now did he realize how amazing his sister was. He had just heard it all outside the conference room. Even though he didn't understand a single word of the professional jargon, it didn't stop him from admiring his sister.

His parents were right, his sister was the smartest person in the Du family.