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Open it from the middle, and there is a letter on the top. The content of the letter is very brief.

as follows:

“Hello, I’m Codename.

This is my proposal for agricultural machinery improvements, part of the agricultural section of Wenqu Research Magazine's seventh edition. The drawing is complete, with all the data clearly marked. Also included is a design drawing of an improved electric fan I designed, along with some suggestions for technological innovation.

Due to personal reasons, it is not convenient to disclose this information at the moment. Please indicate the designer's code name when making a public announcement.

Please also disclose relevant information about electric fans when making the announcement.

Please keep the winning money and prizes temporarily.

代号

1981.9.6"

The magazine will announce the correct answers and adopted opinions or innovations at the end of each issue.

The public announcement is a photocopy and reprint of the original letter.

After reading this short letter, Song Yuwei didn't know what to say for a moment.

Should we complain about the mysteriousness of this "code name", or should we laugh at its self-confidence and arrogance?

It seems that your innovative design will definitely be adopted, but it is not that easy to redesign agricultural machinery.

Moreover, their magazine has already published the tenth edition, but this person is still responding to the call for submissions for the seventh edition.

Logically speaking, the collection deadline has already passed.

Song Yuwei was a little curious about why this "code name" was so arrogant and how capable he was.

So he took away the first piece of letter paper with only words on it and began to look at the drawings of the so-called agricultural machinery transformation and innovation sent by the "code name".

At first sight, she was stunned.

——She didn’t quite understand.

There are only data and machine structure diagrams and perspective diagrams in various directions.

But it is not like what is published in magazines, which explain the design and function of a certain structure.

I guess only professionals can understand this kind of picture.

This "code name" is a real talent and skill.

She was wrong just now.

Even though the "code name" was not in front of her, Song Yuwei still felt a little embarrassed.

"I'm going to the Wenqu Research Institute."

Song Yuwei put the thick stack of letter paper back into the envelope and said something to her colleague.

In fact, all the items collected are selected and sent together.

They have no judgment ability, and it is up to people from the research institute to judge whether the content of the letter is useful.

If this letter is placed among a pile of mail and someone at the research institute sees it, it might be almost time for the magazine to be published in the fall.

The research institute is usually very busy and will only start checking letters when the magazine is about to be printed and published and the magazine staff comes to urge them to do so.

Then we select the meaningful content and determine the winners.

This edition of the Research Institute is generally very professional, and there have been several issues where no one won an award.

Song Yuwei had just misunderstood this "code name" and now wanted to recommend him in person. She had acquaintances in the research institute.

"Why are you going to the research institute? Then take these selected letters with you. We can take less in the afternoon."

The colleague didn't ask any more questions and spoke quickly.

Then he picked up a bag, filled it with letters, and handed it to Song Yuwei.

Song Yuwei nodded, picked it up and left.

Wenqu Research Magazine is a magazine run by Wenqu Research Institute. It is normal for people from the magazine to come to the institute. It is not the first time that Song Yuwei has come to deliver a letter, so after being checked at the door, she entered the institute smoothly.

Song Yuwei delivered the letter to the department of the research institute that was responsible for handling letters. If it were anyone else, they would have left the research institute immediately, as this was not a place to wander around.

But Song Yuwei was familiar with an old man here, so she took the letter with the "code name" to find the old man she knew.

This old gentleman was introduced to her by Xia Zhang after she married her ex-husband. After they divorced, she still had some contact with this old gentleman, but not as close.

The old man's surname was Gongsun. He had a good relationship with the Xia family, but later all the Xia family members went abroad.

Song Yuwei was near the laboratory and met Mr. Gongsun through someone.

Hearing that she came to see him, Mr. Gongsun was quite surprised. He then asked the students around him to continue. He took some time to come out of the research room and looked at Song Yuwei and said:

"Another letter?"

"Yes, I'm here to deliver a letter."

Song Yuwei didn't waste any time. She was doing research all day long, and it was a courtesy for her to take the time out to say a few words.

Mr. Gongsun is one of the mainstays of the Wenqu Research Institute.

She handed the code-named letter directly to the old man:

"This letter is a little special. I think the contents are unusual, so I personally delivered it to you."

"Oh?" Mr. Gongsun was a little surprised, and there was a hint of surprise on his slightly old face.

He knew Song Yuwei's personality. She was polite and cautious. She personally delivered the letter, so she must have thought that there was something real in it.

But she is an outsider. Outsiders watch the excitement, while insiders watch the details.

This letter is very thick and has great weight.

"I'll leave after I've delivered it." Song Yuwei didn't stay for long and left after saying goodbye to the old man.

Mr. Gongsun returned to the laboratory, put the letter aside, and said to one of his assistants:

"Xiao Su, take a look at the letter the magazine sent you later."

Then he put on the special clothes in the laboratory and got busy with the experiment at hand.

The man called Xiao Su looked to be in his thirties. He nodded and responded, then placed the letter carefully in a transparent cabinet beside him to avoid interfering with their research.

As the sun set in the west, Su Jing finished calculating the experimental data and tables, and when he was about to go home, he remembered the letter.

He thought about it and took the letter home to read it. After all, the collected letters were not research secrets.

There is no particularly confidential content in their entire research institute, and it is not a military research institute.

When he got home, he took advantage of the time when his wife was cooking to open the letter. After reading the first page, Su Jing smiled.

What's with the anonymous code? People these days are simply...

But soon he couldn't laugh anymore, and instead quickly spread out the drawings one by one on the low table, arranging them in rows, filling up the low table in his house.

I still have a few on hand.

These mechanical drawings are extremely detailed, with data calculations, and even drawings of experiments corresponding to the functions of some components, with steps and various data written out.

These experiments are cleverly designed, and some are designed using common items in daily life, rather than professional laboratory equipment.

But this code-named Mr.... should be Mr.

In short, the "code name" provided very convincing data. Su Jing was so engrossed in it that he only looked up from the drawings when his wife called him for dinner. He then collected all the drawings, put them in an envelope, and walked out.

"I'm going back to the research institute. Please save the food for me to eat when I come back later."

The woman has become accustomed to it, and this "later" is unlikely to last at least an hour or two.

So, after dinner, she put the food she had left for Su Jing in the pot to heat up, and then went out to play.

There are still many places to play in Beijing at night.

As a result, Su Jing didn't come back the whole night.

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