Chapter 45 The Baby Kiss

"Your son?" Director Song was taken aback when he heard the words, and then said, "That's also very good! We have a large number of talents in the military industry system, and they are really awesome young people!"

Director Zhang also echoed, "That's right, your son should be in college, right? Which university? It seems that we should focus on it. It's a big deal to come up with such a big project at a young age." Treasure!"

Fan Heng felt a little embarrassed, and finally scratched his head and replied, "Well, you see, I am actually not yet forty, and my son is not that old, he is really young—— "

"Could it be that he only went to middle school? That's even more serious!" Director Zhang looked at Director Song, both of them were a little surprised.

"Xiao Fan's son is a child prodigy! You must let us see it!" Director Song joked.

Alas, this was done! Fan Heng was afraid of frightening them by telling the truth, and finally said hesitantly, "Actually, he also came to Guangzhou with me this time, and he is younger than you imagined."

"How young can it be? Three years old must be there! Haha—" Director Song laughed loudly.

"Yes, yes—" Fan Heng wiped off his sweat, looked at the astonished Director Song and Director Zhang, and said decisively, "Actually, he is three and a half years old now!"

Three and a half years old? !

The room suddenly became quiet. Director Song was in a trance, and hurriedly supported the table with his hands to stand still. He laughed at himself, "Oh, I'm old after all, and I can't even stand still."

Director Zhang was not much better, he just slumped under the chair and looked at Fan Heng with a very weird look.

Now that Fan Heng had already said it, he simply told the two of them about the process, including the fact that Fan Wubing ran a pig farm at home, and that he came to Guangzhou to inquire about clothing production equipment. I talked about the new torpedo at the time, and Fan Wubing drew a design drawing of the Blizzard torpedo at random, and finally said, "Actually, I didn't believe the design of the Blizzard torpedo at first! It's just that my third child is right." It is clear and straightforward, just like the real thing. Later, I thought about it carefully, and it seemed to be really reasonable. Since it is difficult for us to surpass others in traditional technology, it is also a good choice to try a new way. Fortunately, the experts The argument shows that there is still something wrong with this matter, otherwise my heart is really in a state of turmoil, and I can't even sleep well these days."

After listening to Fan Heng's story like a scripture, Director Song and Director Zhang didn't come back to their senses for a long time, and I don't know how long it took before Director Song looked up to the sky and sighed, "I am a great country of China, five Thousands of years of unfailing luck, there are indeed countless capable people! In ancient times, there was Gan Luo Twelve who was the Prime Minister of Qin, and now there is a three-year-old boy who guides the maze. This matter is really———”

"Are you sure you're not telling stories to amuse us?" Director Zhang looked at Fan Heng pitifully and asked.

This blow is really too big. Who would have thought that a three-year-old kid would explain it to a field that countless experts have never set foot in, and provide design sketches and principle explanations. The impact of this matter is far-reaching. , It is simply more shocking than the storm torpedo.

"In front of the leader, how dare I speak nonsense—" Fan Heng replied with some grievances.

"That's easy!" Director Song decided right away, since he is an old leader, "Since we have such a gifted child, of course we need to train it well, and hope that it can play a more important role in the future! I don't think it's better than this, this The next time I arranged for Comrade Fan Heng and his son to go to Beijing together, and tell the experts in Beijing about the design ideas of the blizzard torpedo, so that everyone can have a clear understanding. By the way, Comrade Fan Heng, what is the name of your child? ?”

"Fan Wubing." Fan Heng replied immediately.

"Fan Wubing? This name has some meaning.

Director Song and Director Zhang were stunned again.

Fan Heng quickly explained, "Fan has no disease, no disaster and no disease. His brother was weak and sick when he was a child, so when he came here, he gave him such a name, which sounds more festive."

There was nothing unusual on Director Song's face, but Director Zhang sighed and said, "Oh, Comrade Fan Heng, I'm not talking about you, as parents, it's too casual to name your children. How about saying hello? Such a good child, why did he have such a name—”

Fan Heng twitched the corner of his mouth, feeling very regretful in his heart, why did he choose such a crappy name for his son in the first place? Thinking about it now, I was indeed a bit sloppy, this is a problem!

Director Song asked Director Chen and Fan Heng to be sent back to the guest house. Out of curiosity, Director Chen wanted to see what Fan Wubing looked like, so he followed Fan Heng to the guest room where they lived.

"What else can it look like? Just like an ordinary child! There won't be two extra horns coming out—" Fan Heng was not very happy to take out his son to play tricks, but he couldn't hold back Director Zhang, the superior leader, so he had to put He invites into the room.

Fan Wubing, who drank too much, had already been sent back by Fan Heng's colleagues, and was lying on the bed sound asleep, his little face was flushed under the influence of alcohol, and there was still saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth.

"A very handsome kid!" Director Zhang said with joy when he saw it.

Fan Heng replied modestly, "It's okay, no matter how you say it, it has nothing to do with being ugly."

I don't know what's going on, Director Zhang likes it more and more, and can't help but say to Fan Heng, "Why do I like this child so much? Xiao Fan, do you think this is good? How about ordering a doll kiss?" ?”

Fan Heng was a little sweaty, and thought to himself that you are not younger than me, how old should your daughter be? So he looked at Director Zhang with doubts and puzzlement.

Director Zhang is an old man, and when he saw Fan Heng's eyes, he knew what was going on in his heart, and quickly waved his hands and said, "Hi! If I didn't make it clear, it's not my daughter, it's my sister's daughter. I'm only three years old this year, a few months younger than Fan Wubing, I think the two of them are a perfect match!" Seeing Fan Heng's disapproving look, he said anxiously, "It's not me bragging, my niece My son is so beautiful and messy, and he is also clever, if your son is not so talented, I wouldn't be bothered to pull this thread!"

"I'm not in a position to decide this matter." Fan Heng replied vaguely.

"What's the matter, I'll decide for you—" Fan Wubing, who was sleeping, suddenly said something in his sleep.

"Ha! Boy, how about uncle finding you a wife?" Director Zhang said in Fan Wubing's ear with a childlike innocence.

"Well, fine. Don't be ugly, don't be stupid." Fan Wubing hummed in his dream.

Director Zhang laughed loudly, pointed at Fan Heng who looked embarrassed, and said, "Xiao Fan, Xiao Fan, this is your son's own promise! If your son dares to go back on his word in the future, I will find your old account." Turn over!"

Fan Heng helplessly slapped Fan Wubing's little butt, and scolded in a low voice, "I'm not doing my job properly at such a young age, I'm doing my best to make trouble for me!"