Chapter 651: Model Worker

"What did you say?" Qingzhong Yang was shocked when he heard the news of the fire in the seven laboratories: "Is anyone injured? How is the experiment going? Is there any loss?"

When he heard that only one researcher was slightly injured, Qingzhong Yang let out a sigh.

"It's fine, it's fine."

He was really afraid that the whole laboratory would be burned down by a fire.

"But..." On the other side of the phone, the deputy director said with a sad face: "But the progress of the experiment has been hindered. I'm afraid we won't be able to complete the initial test before the deadline..."

Now, Qingzhong Yang couldn't sit still.

Seeing that the day of the military exercise is coming soon, and the test product of the ferrofluid submarine tentatively named "Luoshen" has not yet been manufactured, how can Qingzhong Yang not be in a hurry?

"How did it catch fire? Your laboratory is so important, didn't you even take basic fire prevention measures?" Qing Zhongyang immediately became angry.

"Chief, this is our underestimation. We never thought that the ferrofluid propulsion would require such a large amount of energy, but Chief, this is impossible!" The deputy director continued to complain, "If you need such a Large energy can drive the magnetic fluid thruster. At the beginning, the Silence could not run so fast. I calculated it. If the Silence is pushed to 180 knots, the energy consumption of a magnetic fluid thruster will be tens of megawatts... ..."

Qingzhong Yang pinched his teeth, not knowing what to say.

Although he is not an expert on ships, he knows that a 20-megawatt gas turbine can push a ship of hundreds of tons around.

"Chief, how could the Silence be able to provide such a powerful energy? In this world, only the unfinished Ford-class aircraft carrier has such a large power! It uses two nuclear reactors!" The deputy director couldn't help thinking. Can't figure it out, "So there must be something wrong, I haven't found it yet..."

But Qingzhong Yang figured it out.

This bastard boy finally made a nuclear fusion device, and installed it on the Silence...

With a nuclear fusion device, hundreds of megawatts of power is nothing!

"That's right, the Silence has such a powerful power..." Qing Zhongyang said weakly.

"Chief, do you mean that a civilian ship uses nuclear power?" The deputy director was shocked, "Wait, it's impossible to do this even with nuclear power..."

"I didn't say anything, you don't know anything, understand?" Qingzhong Yang said.

"Understood, I understand!" The deputy director was startled, and quickly responded.

When he thought about it, this must be some kind of military secret, and he should pretend not to know at such a time.

Even if you are so angry that you are dying, you can't ask what you shouldn't ask.

Flicking past this point, Qingzhong Yang stretched out his hand and rubbed the space between his brows.

It's all the fault of Nan Ming, a brat, his brows are tangled into a pimple.

"Aside from the problem of power, what else needs to be done now?" Thinking that this inexplicable reason caused an error in the development cycle, Qingzhong Yang wanted to beat the deputy director up, but doing so now would only It can have the opposite effect, so I can only force myself to calm down and ask what happened.

"The first is the hydrodynamic design of the hull. The computing resources of our seventh institute are not enough to simulate it. I want to rent a supercomputer...but the cost will be very high..."

"Rent!" Qing Zhongyang said decisively, "How much time can this save?"

"Uh... it will take about two weeks to compile the calculation program, and it will take about a few days for the fluid dynamics simulation calculation..."

"This is more than half a month?" Qingzhong Yang was shocked, "Why is it so long? Is the fluid dynamics simulation calculation necessary? Can this step be omitted?"

Qingzhong Yang was very upset. Back then, Nanming and the others managed to refit a ship in two days!

"I'm afraid not, chief, this is a submarine..." the deputy director said helplessly.

The Silence is simple and rude, as long as it can push the Silence, how can it be simple, noise? energy consumption? Never mind.

But the submarine Roselle is different.

The reason why submarines exist is their "invisibility" effect. The ability of water bodies to absorb electromagnetic waves allows them to evade almost all detection methods except sonar. The reason why submarines use magnetic fluid propellers is that this propulsion device is extremely quiet. The speed is extremely fast. If it is not simulated by fluid mechanics and the noise is louder than ordinary submarines, it is meaningless.

In modern warfare, as long as a submarine is discovered, it will be killed by an anti-submarine aircraft in minutes, and no matter how fast it is, it is impossible to be faster than an aircraft flying in the sky.

"What about manufacturing? How long does it take to manufacture?" Qing Zhongyang felt his head was in a mess, but he finally accepted the statement.

That's right, this is a submarine, and some things cannot be saved.

Well, if the calculation takes more than half a month, it can still catch up with the middle and late stages of the military exercise-if the manufacturing speed is fast.

"If you work hard at all costs, it will take about three months..." The deputy director probably knew that Qingzhong Yang was going to lose his temper again, so he quickly said, "This is a submarine..."

The calculation takes more than half a month, and then the manufacturing takes three months. This is still a trial version, and it is still a rush...

Qingzhong Yang is aware of the urgency of this kind of manufacturing process. If there is a problem here, there is a problem there. Maybe it will take half a year or even a year after three delays.

It's all too common.

No, no.

Qingzhong Yang hung up the phone, gritted his teeth, and decided to ask for help.

In this matter, I can only ask Nan Ming for help.

When Nan Ming received the call from Qingzhong Yang, he was sitting in the small restaurant "Rare Wonton" opposite Qingyang University.

Mrs. Jiang is managing this small shop now, and Jiang Chaohua is busy at Lazy God's Kitchen all day now, so he has no time to take care of it.

During the Chinese New Year, the shop was redecorated, the kitchen was enlarged, the next door and the upper floor were removed, and several small private rooms were separated, making the environment more elegant.

If there is enough time to wake up in the morning and Nan Ming wants to go out again, he usually comes here for breakfast, and he doesn't go to the private room, just in the place he likes near the door.

The person in charge of breakfast is sometimes Mr. Jiang, sometimes a Filipino or Italian chef, sometimes they prepare it here, and sometimes Xiaobai helps deliver the food.

But today, Nan Ming was sitting in the private room, and Chu Chunhui was sitting opposite.

For this "old bear child", Nan Ming was actually quite helpless. He was really worried that Chu Chunhui would not be able to control himself any longer and would run off to eat, drink and have fun, so he would often call Chu Chunhui to feed him with Pluto feasts.

A simple small shop, a semi-open small private room, three or five small dishes that are very simple at first glance, no one dares to say that Chu Chunhui is corrupt, but it is the top delicacy in the world, which can be eaten by Chu Chunhui I have mixed feelings.

At least half a month, at least a week, Chu Chunhui would call Nan Ming and make an appointment to have a meal here to satisfy his appetite.

Sometimes Nan Ming came to accompany him, and when he was busy, he simply let him eat by himself.

Even if Chu Chunhui came, Nan Ming didn't bother to chat with him, and just looked at his phone or thought about things by himself.

In the past, after Chu Chunhui finished eating, he would sit there silently and think. To be honest, now he can forget all his troubles and concentrate on thinking. There are fewer and fewer times when he can concentrate on thinking. I am afraid that he can only eat with Nan Ming. After dinner, there is a moment of peace.

Sometimes, he stays here for an hour or two.

But today, after Chu Chunhui finished his meal, he was quiet for only five minutes before he asked, "Talk?"

"What are you talking about?" Nan Ming looked at today's newspaper. The newspaper was delivered by the old horse. It was ironed clean and slightly warm. It was very comfortable to hold in the hand, and it did not stain the hand with ink.

In fact, Nanming rarely reads newspapers, but Lao Ma abides by his duties as a housekeeper and delivers the ironed newspapers to him every morning. As time goes by, Nanming will casually glance at them.

Today's newspapers were full of news about a certain big tiger falling from his horse. Nan Ming glanced at Chu Chunhui, and this guy almost became a tiger too.

"You're going to move... When you move away, it won't be easy to meet each other," Chu Chunhui said.

"Why, you still miss me?" Nan Ming flipped through the newspaper, took a sip of milk.

Chu Chunhui smiled and said, "No, I just want to thank you. May Day is coming soon, Xiaoming, do you want to be a model worker?"

"Pfft!" The milk sprayed out by Nan Ming wet the ironed newspaper.

The old horse standing aside hurriedly stepped forward to help Nan Ming wipe off the water stains in front of him, took the newspaper away, and said, "I'll go get another one back."

Nan Ming ignored him and stared at Chu Chunhui: "Me? A model worker?"

Every day he sleeps until he wakes up naturally, and throws his hands at the shopkeeper 666. Is he still a model worker? Nan Ming felt that this was the funniest thing in the world.