Chapter 758: This Is a Dream

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The promotional video "how·we·do" of the Lazy God Department was quietly launched a few days later.

In the past few days, a few bad news broke out in the university world.

Graduation season is the last opportunity for publicity before enrollment, and all schools across the country are sparing no effort in publicity.

And after "Starry Sky Fantasy", several schools have released their own promotional videos one after another. If the promotional film also has a battlefield, it must be a big melee right now. You sing and I come on stage.

In particular, a certain university in Shanghai released a promotional video promoting outstanding alumni flying a large domestic aircraft. As soon as this video appeared, it immediately took away the limelight from "Starry Sky Fantasy".

But the world always reverses very quickly. In just half an hour, sharp-eyed netizens discovered that this promotional film, whether it is creativity, shooting, or editing, almost completely copied the Japanese University of Tokyo. promo.

Although the university vehemently denied it, under the stark contrast, it was criticized by all kinds of verbal criticism for a while.

Many people in China have extremely complicated feelings towards Japan, and blind hatred of Japan is no longer advocated, but most people in the country are still holding back their energy and don't want the Japanese to see the joke. The practice of domestic universities, but hate it indisputable. If what should be the most dynamic and creative group starts copying, then what hope is there for our country?

And shouldn't the campus be an ivory tower? Should it be pure and flawless, without the slightest haze? Why is there still such stupid plagiarism? How dare you let us send our students to you?

"It must be these bureaucrats, they think that the majority of netizens are idiots!" This kind of thinking made everyone's rebellious psychology explode in an instant, and in an instant, it was completely original. A bowl of Beijing University's chicken soup mixed with excrement was brought out again, to prove that there are still college promotional videos that can be seen in China.

Even if it is mixed with shit, even if it is pinched, it cannot be said that this promotional film is not good.

The Chinese people at this time are pitiful.

Just like every time before, they pinned their hopes on domestic research institutions, universities, and management institutions, but were beaten in the face by the cruel reality.

Although in this country, a number of private enterprises and high-tech enterprises have stood up and even achieved worldwide attention and achievements.

But some people who are self-styled, self-righteous, and in the attic of power and the ivory tower make some stupid mistakes again and again.

Those who pin their hopes on them blushed again and again, and had to grab any straw, no matter how old and dry the straw was, it was the only hope.

This feeling of being slapped in the face is not strong, but it is like a peculiar smell lingering in the nose, which is always lingering.

And at this time, the promotional film "how·we·do" of the Lazy God Department was launched.

At the beginning of the video, the screen gradually brightened, and a young man in a simple T-shirt with a big grin appeared in front of the camera.

The screen was slightly slanted. He stretched out his hand, as if adjusting the lens, adjusted the screen, and said in a low voice: "Little sheep, load the synchronous subtitles."

On the screen, a cartoon little sheep appeared, flashed for a moment, and then at the bottom of the screen, Chinese and English subtitles appeared.

The young man tried a few words, and the synchronous subtitles appeared below with almost zero delay. The young man nodded in satisfaction, posed a few toothy smiles at the camera, held his chin to be handsome, shot and blew the muzzle, and then widened his eyes Asked the side: "I am really photogenic... What? You said you are filming? Cut this part out, cut it out!"

Many people who looked at the picture couldn't help laughing. The selfie-style picture is not high-ranking or preaching. It looks very close to the people.

But the tone of the picture is warm and bright, and the light is soft and just right. Anyone who knows a little bit knows that this is absolutely impossible to take a selfie. Just this shooting technique can already surpass many crudely produced movies in China.

The screen blacked out, the rustling screen flickered, and then the young man in the T-shirt appeared again. He smiled at the camera and said, "Hello, juniors and girls, I am your senior Wang Ziyang... I am a student of energy and power engineering at Qingyang University. I am in my senior year and will be graduating soon. This is a promotional film for my alma mater, Cheongyang University, the title of this promotional film is "how·we·do", how do we do it."

"I am now in the laboratory of Qingyang University, School of Energy and Power Engineering, and we are preparing to complete a project." Wang Ziyang stood up, followed his back in the picture, and kept his figure stable on one side of the picture. When I walked past the window, I vaguely saw a shadow floating in the air on the screen, which seemed to be a drone.

"Actually, I am a person with no ambitions. After I entered Qingyang University, I was in a daze for a while." Wang Ziyang walked in the long corridor, and the picture at this time had a strange sense of continuity. Moving forward, the corridor does not seem to move, as if it is extending infinitely, repeating infinitely, and never going to the end.

Perhaps because of the corridor, Wang Ziyang's voice also had some slight echoes at this time, which seemed quiet and empty, with a strange feeling of time and space disorder.

"Perhaps everyone was confused for a period of time in their youth, until one day, I suddenly felt that the last time I went to university, I had to do something at least so that my university would not be wasted. Yes, to put it mildly Words, that’s right, apart from eating, sleeping and playing games every day, I suddenly had a dream, I wanted to build a drone.”

At this time, Wang Ziyang walked to the door of a room, turned the camera, and saw a man with slightly gray hair in the first room, wearing blue overalls, squatting on the ground playing with a computer. The model, it was a model of a ship, and almost everyone recognized that ship in an instant.

Silence.

The faint music sounded like a stream flowing in the background, soothing but not overwhelming.

"My teacher told me that if you have a dream, go for it, just wait, and the dream will never come true." Wang Ziyang looked at the man who was focusing on the model in front of him, who looked like there were more workers than professors, and smiled. .

"At that moment, I really felt a sense of belonging to this school. I belong here because there are people who care about me and are willing to support me, my mentor."

Wang Ziyang turned around, and the picture seemed to be fixed behind his back, or it was more like a third-person RPG game, and Wang Ziyang was not only the storyteller, but also the character of this game.

"And... a group of scumbags." Walking to the second door that was opened, Wang Ziyang looked through the door again. Inside the door, a group of scumbags were yelling and playing black games with their laptops in their hands. , all kinds of fast food, all kinds of garbage bags are thrown in a mess next to it...

Wang Ziyang's eyes were focused on the drone model on the table.

In the messy room, only the vicinity of the drone is spotlessly clean, and it can be seen at a glance that everyone must cherish and love this drone, and can't bear to let it be contaminated with dust.

Its shell is exposed, and various cables are connected to a computer next to it.

"This is our team, thin, three bachelors and a beast in clothes. We use the parts we bought from the Internet to assemble, and then find codes from the Internet, integrate, optimize, and constantly adjust... The biggest goal at the time, It is to participate in the science and technology exhibition in Qingyang and win the first place, because in this way, we can get tens of thousands of start-up funds, and we can commercialize our drones..."

"You thought this film was about dreams, didn't you?" Wang Ziyang smiled when he turned around and walked away. He turned his head and looked at the camera behind him, "But it's not, because my dream has long been It has already been realized, and you know the result."

Groups of data emerged beside Wang Ziyang.

On October 7, 2014, the thin team officially became popular on the Internet.

In mid-October 2014, the thin team was officially reorganized into Lanshen Technology, and the first drone was sold on the same day.

In December 2014, the sales of Lanshen Technology drones exceeded 1 billion yuan.

January 2015...

Groups of data emerged, and the astonishing results were eye-catching.

But Wang Ziyang stretched out his hand and patted it lightly, pulled all the characters floating beside him together, crumpled them into a ball, and threw them out.

Looking at this set of data, it is really a layman watching the fun, and an expert watching the way.

At this moment, none of the members of the Anti-Lazy God Alliance who were watching the promotional video could calm down, because they suddenly realized that hey, the Lazy God Technology was established... It's been less than a year!

They have already been beaten to pieces!

How can this be!

But no matter how entangled they were, no matter how much they looked like they had eaten shit, the promotional video continued.

"It doesn't matter." Wang Ziyang looked at the camera with a smile, and said, "Everyone has dreams, but only a very small number of people have realized their dreams."

"Every time you watch someone else's promotional video, it's like this."

Wang Ziyang pointed into the distance with deep eyes: "I have a dream..."

Then he clapped his hands: "Crack, the screen turned, my dream has come true, the dream is so beautiful, the dream guides me forward, the dream is so lofty..."

"You might think that this promotional film is the same."

"Shit!" Wang Ziyang suddenly swears.

The tone of the picture changed from a warm and bright yellow to a cold and slightly tough blue. Wang Ziyang took a deep breath and looked at the camera: "This promotional film is called how·we·do, I just want to tell You, what do we do to make our dreams come true."

Wang Ziyang rubbed his cheeks and eyes. The previously energetic look suddenly became a little tired. He pointed to the wall clock in the corridor: "It's two o'clock in the morning, and the whole world has fallen into a deep sleep. Everything is still. .”

"We have a ship called Silence, everyone knows it." Wang Ziyang looked at the camera, his face was ferocious and fierce, like a fighting rooster, he raised his head slightly, it seemed to be contempt and challenge, although he His face was tired, but his eyes were bright as if they had been highlighted, so bright that it made one's heart tremble.

"I want to let the Silence fly within a week! Fly to Mount Kilimanjaro, so that passengers can go skiing on Mount Kilimanjaro!" Wang Ziyang said, "This is not a dream, this is just what we have to do. What we did because someone questioned our ability."

Wang Ziyang walked to a window, opened the door, and saw the sea outside the window, and the Silence galloped from afar, splitting the whole world like a sharp knife.

"Silence, with a displacement of 5,820 tons. After removing the original power system, rebuilding and strengthening it, the current displacement is 4,900 tons."

"Is it possible to fly a 4,900-ton warship?" Wang Ziyang looked at the camera.

"Is this a dream?"

"No." Wang Ziyang smiled, exhausted but stubborn, "This is just a goal. If there is anything I have learned from Qingyang University, it is that there are no unsolvable problems in this world. The key depends on how we do it."

Wang Ziyang pushed open another door, which looked like a conference room.

There are young people on one side, and middle-aged men and women in work clothes on the other.

As the picture flashed, the names of these people were displayed on their bodies.

Chen Yongming, Dean of the College of Energy and Power Engineering, Cheongyang University.

Shao Qingguo, a professor at the School of Energy and Power Engineering, Cheongyang University.

Feng Tianyou, technical director of Lanshen Technology and president of Lanshen Shipyard.

Su Hongyi, President of Lazy Supercomputer, and Han Dong, Vice President...

A person's figure flashed past. Everyone here was not as radiant as usual. They all had a look of exhaustion. There was a cup of coffee next to everyone.

And Shao Qingguo, who is the mentor of Wang Ziyang who was playing with the model of Silence just now, said slowly: "I made the model and simulated the hull..."

"I used the supercomputer to simulate the lift level..." Su Hongyi said almost at the same time.

"With the current technology, it is impossible to fly such a heavy warship." The two said almost in unison.

"The heaviest flying object manufactured by mankind so far is the An-225, with a maximum take-off weight of 640 tons." Wang Ziyang explained to the screen, "It was designed to fly with the space shuttle on its back, but the With the end of the arms race, the production plan of the An-225 was permanently shelved, and only one is still flying normally."

"The largest aircraft known to mankind is the Airbus A380, with a maximum take-off weight of 560 tons."

"640 tons and 560 tons, this is the limit of current human technology, and the weight of the Silence is ten times that...and more importantly, it is a ship, and its appearance is designed for high-speed navigation in the sea Yes, not flying."

"Any science student will know that when a certain data indicator reaches the limit, it is very difficult to go further, let alone increase the number tenfold."

"But in our dictionary, there is no impossibility." Wang Ziyang said: "There are only two directions for the Silence to fly."

"Increase lift and reduce self-weight."

"We need to find a way to fly something with thousands of tons. We also need to find a way to reduce its own weight as much as possible and reduce the load."

"Now, with only six days and three hours left before our time limit, we must complete and manufacture this impossible design to bring the Silence to Mount Kilimanjaro the top of the mountain."

"We will be split into two teams, one focused on improving lift and the other focused on reducing the weight of the Silent itself."

"After three days, we must complete the technical transformation, because with the manufacturing capabilities of Lanshen Technology and Lanshen Shipyard, it will take three days to complete the final manufacturing."

"Now, start." (To be continued.)