Chapter 852: It's Time to Wake up From the Dream

The bear children thought that Lao Yan should be very good at such an age, and he is also a master of Hangfa.

It is a pity that now that my rabbit is rising, in terms of aero engines, my rabbit is really not strong at all. In terms of military use, it is at least crushed by Britain and Russia. In terms of civil high-thrust engines, those who can crush my rabbit have to With the addition of one or two countries, there are pessimistic statements that our rabbit and the United States are 40 years behind in aviation development.

It is still 40 years of rapid technological development.

The simplest example, in the 1980s, the United States had already developed the F110 engine with a thrust-to-weight ratio of 7-8, and installed it on the F-15.

The domestically produced turbofan 10 engine with the same thrust-to-weight ratio of 7-8, has not yet dared to say that it is running stably!

In the 1990s, the United States achieved the F-119 engine with a thrust-to-weight ratio of 10, and now Lao Yan's Qinshan-1 is still working hard to achieve this goal.

Now the United States already has engines with a thrust-to-weight ratio of 12-15, and has begun to work hard to advance the thrust-to-weight ratio to 20.

How many years is this?

This is a gap that makes people desperate when they think about it!

And at this time, the Silence was born out of the sky, and it was able to fly a 2,000-ton ship!

Sure enough, as long as the thrust is enough, even bricks can fly in the sky!

Aerodynamic structure? fluid mechanics? air resistance? What it is? Can I eat it?

Gundam? I can even make cakes for you to fly to see!

At that time, Lao Yan was so excited, but unfortunately, Lanshen Technology gave him a basin of cold water, and the Silence actually used a rocket engine!

Fortunately, Lanshen Technology still gave him a heart-saving pill. At least with the excellent processing ability of Lanshen Technology, the material problem can be solved.

After solving the problem of materials science, if his Qinshan-1 is modified, maybe it will be changed to a thrust-to-weight ratio of 15?

But now, he discovered that this heart-saving pill had turned into a poison pill.

Almost gave him a heart attack.

"Can I see... the data of the simulation test?" Old Yan asked.

When he raised this question, he was still frightened, and always felt that he was lying to the child.

But Chen Haocong handed it over without hesitation.

Looking at the thick pile of test simulation data, Old Yan's heart trembled. After a long time, he asked in a low voice: "Isn't this... a sample of Lazy Power?"

"It's just us playing around." Chen Haocong scratched his head and giggled.

Old Yan couldn't believe it, it seemed that little hands would appear from his eyes, and he touched the engine inch by inch.

"Can you ignite and test the machine?" Old Yan asked quickly, "Seven test machines."

"Not yet." Chen Haocong said.

"Why?" Old Yan wondered, is there any hidden danger in this engine design?

"Hey..." Chen Haocong laughed sheepishly, "Actually, the engine hasn't been assembled yet."

"That's right, assembling the engine is very troublesome. Brother Ye Qian brought a few people to help us assemble it for a long time yesterday, but it was not finished. In the evening, Brother Huang and the others also helped us install it all night."

"Especially the engine controller, it's so troublesome..." A few brats grimaced.

The engine controller is the most complicated structure on the engine. Thousands of parts are installed in a place the size of a rice cooker, so it's no wonder it's not complicated.

The mature laser actuated assembly technology of Lanshen Technology is currently only used on powered exoskeletons, and this experimental product has to be assembled by hand.

Brother Huang, whose name is Huang Youchun, is a young researcher in the team led by Lao Yan. Old Yan glanced back, and the few researchers who were staggering around Qinshan-1 in the distance suddenly understood why they all looked depressed and deeply shocked.

While assembling the Qinshan-1 engine, which is several decades more advanced than the Qinshan-1 that he has worked hard for many years, he realized that this is just a toy that a group of brats spent three days tinkering with. That feeling... Old Yan has already felt it.

The significance of this to their existence is the negation of negation of negation!

"How much is left?" Old Yan rolled up his sleeves, "Let me try."

"The controller is at Brother Huang's place." Chen Haocong pointed to Huang Youchun in the distance.

Old Yan turned around and left, he couldn't wait to feel the surging power that could make cakes fly.

After walking a few steps, he turned around and asked, "By the way, what is the name of this engine?"

"It's called a small bench."

"What?"

"It's called Small Bench No. 1." Lu Rongrong explained, "Didn't Edison make several small benches, the first one was the worst, the second one, the third one..."

Meaning this is just the first small bench? Unsuccessful guinea pigs?

"How do I remember it's Einstein?"

"It's Edison!"

"It seems to be Aimei..."

"I'm still in the Aegean Sea!"

Amidst the arguing among the brats behind, Old Yan walked back to his Qinshan-1 direction with tears in his eyes.

He had to use all his strength to keep himself from crying.

Ugly kids are so fucking brats, can you be concerned about other people's feelings!

Seeing him coming, Huang Youchun raised his head feebly and glanced at him: "Teacher."

A complex mechanical device was placed in front of him, which was the engine controller of the small bench No. 1.

This thing is one-third assembled, and there is an assembly manual neatly placed beside it, but such a complicated machine becomes more and more complicated as it goes backwards.

The master and apprentice looked at each other, and both saw tears in each other's eyes.

"Go back and have a rest, and come back at night." Old Yan took out his pocket and handed Huang Youchun a few dozen dollars, "Take a taxi back."

"teacher……"

"Take it, let's go. I'll try my best to pretend this thing during the day, and let's try to test it at night."

"Hmm..." Huang Youchun stumbled away.

Old Yan sent the other people away, put on reading glasses, and competed with the controller.

Huang Youchun went out and walked to the main street not far away. After haggling for a long time, he finally caught a car.

When I got in the car, I threw myself in the back seat and didn't want to say a word.

The driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror and asked, "I see you came out from the research institute?"

"Hmm..." Huang Youchun responded.

"Working in a research institute? Hey, top students, you earn quite a lot."

"not much."

"That must be more than me, I only have five or six thousand a month."

Huang Youchun doesn't know what to say, your fucking salary is almost twice as much as mine.

"I heard that the Malaysian aviation engine has started to be installed there. It is said that a few experts have been specially transferred. You are high-tech..." The driver babbled, Huang Youchun glanced at him, and didn't bother to ask him how he knew this information. Yes, he felt that his life suddenly seemed meaningless.

In your thirties, you can't afford a house, a car, or a girlfriend, let alone start a family.

After ten years of hard work and ten years of hard work, he has entered this field. Now, with a salary of three or four thousand, he works hundreds of hours of overtime a month, but achieves nothing.

The pride of my parents and the envy of my neighbors when I was admitted to aviation school. But now, the hometown I haven't been back for a long time and the long silence every time I make a phone call are telling something.

high tech? High tech shit!

A few decades ago, those who engaged in atomic bombs were not as good as those who sold tea eggs.

Why is it still like this now!

Closing his eyes, Huang Youchun saw the engine called the small bench in front of him.

He has worked so hard for so many years, but now even a few little brats can beat him by just messing around.

What is his persistence and hard work for so many years?

Maybe... it's time to wake up from the dream.

One has to live for oneself.

In the evening, Huang Youchun returned to Lanshen Power, dusted off and changed clothes, and when he went in, he saw Old Yan lying on the table, carefully assembling the controller.

"Little Huang, come quickly, there is only one last bit left!" Seeing him, Old Yan greeted happily, and Huang Youchun also joined in the assembly.

Three hours later, Old Yan finally straightened up, patted his waist, and grinned.

He has learned a lot by assembling this controller, and he also has a strong confidence in "Small Bench No. 1". engine!

"Come on, let's put it on and try it!"

"Teacher..." Huang Youchun looked at the controller, and then at the small bench in the distance, showing a bitter smile: "I want to go..."

"What? Are you tired? Young people can't do that." Old Yan grinned and said, "Okay, I'll let you go on vacation tonight, but finish the assembly with me first."

"Teacher, I want to resign... My classmate runs a machinery factory in the south and needs an engineer. I want to try it." Huang Youchun said.

Old Yan's face froze.

He wanted to ask why, but couldn't.

The few people next to him looked over, and they all had calm and understanding eyes.

"First...install the small bench before leaving." Old Yan said.

"No." Huang Youchun shook his head, no matter how good the bench was, it didn't belong to them.

"Go back first... calm down..." Old Yan said after being silent for a moment.

Huang Youchun turned around, not daring to look at Old Yan, and said in a low voice: "Teacher, you can go too. With your ability, if you change places, you can't earn millions."

"I'm not doing it for money..." Old Yan smiled wryly. He is now the deputy chief teacher, and his annual income is still several hundred thousand. Compared with these young people, his life is at least worry-free.

"But even if it's not for money, what's the future? Those bureaucrats, who say they can do it, cut it when they say it, aren't you angry, teacher?" Huang Youchun asked in a low voice.

Aeroengines are projects with huge investment. Qinshan-1 has gone through almost three generations of scientific research personnel, and the total investment before and after is only more than one billion yuan, which is still RMB!

Even if the investment is small, it may be that the country is in trouble.

Even if the salary is low, young people can overcome it.

Even if it is overtime, I am willing to work overtime because I love it.

But sometimes, when a heart is broken, it can never be made up for.

"The last time Qin Shan-1 was going to be chopped off, I made up my mind." Huang Youchun said.

A project that has lasted for decades can be cut as soon as it is said. What about the people who have paid for this project for ten or ten years?

Who has asked them a word, has anyone seen their efforts?

Have the bureaucrats thought about what kind of sacrifices and sacrifices make them work here day after day?

You can earn hundreds of thousands a year in another place, so why stay here and waste your youth?

No benefits, at least dignity.

Without dignity, at least there are dreams.

But now, the dream is gone.

It's time to wake up too.

After saying all this, Huang Youchun turned around and left. When he reached the gate, he stopped suddenly, then rushed over, and threw himself into Old Yan's arms like a child, crying loudly.

"Teacher, I want to be an engine! I really want to be an engine!"

Huang Youchun's cry echoed in the factory for a long time.

(Two things: one is that many bears leave messages in the book review area asking for a certain type of Gundam, but Uncle Ha has never seen Gundam! The reason is very simple, as Uncle Ha said before, because Gundam is unscientific, it is completely impossible to be the future It’s the main weapon! It can only be used as a toy at best! So what Gundam you want may not be enough for Uncle Ha... At least you can describe it in detail for Uncle Ha’s reference! What’s the point of just saying a name!

One is that although YY has a golden finger like the lazy god, my rabbit's Hangfa is really going too hard, and Hangfa is even more difficult. There are those who are angry and indisputable, and those who are sad about their misfortune, all mixed. ) (to be continued.)