Chapter 565

"Haha...Kungbu...nothing to be afraid of, nothing to be afraid of."

In an office in Yanjing, Zhang Yuanlai's hearty laughter rang out. In front of him were several documents.

This is not a document, it is clearly his hope of going to the star of the sea department.

Ever since Kong Jinbao arranged for these documents to be delivered, he couldn't control his smile.

After all, there is an exclusivity agreement in the contract, so there are a lot of things to say.

"Do everything you say in these contracts."

After a while, Zhang Weiguo slowly stopped smiling and spoke in a very serious tone.

The assistant understood immediately and arranged for someone to put these contracts away.

After doing this, Zhang Weiguo felt slightly relieved.

At the door of the office, a figure suddenly appeared, causing Zhang Weiguo's face to calm down instantly.

"It's been hard to find you these days." Dai Tiejun looked at Zhang Weiguo with a faint look in his eyes as soon as he stepped into the office.

"In the past few days, I went to Jiangxing Shipyard to learn about the progress of the new aircraft carrier."

Zhang Weiguo's expression remained normal and he responded casually. However, every move Zhang Weiguo made casually was watched seriously by Dai Tiejun.

Zhang Weiguo seemed unaware of this.

The assistant closed the door very knowingly, leaving the two of them alone. As for what they were talking about, outsiders had no idea.

Yucheng.

Bojia paint factory.

At this time, there were many people standing in the paint factory. Li Ji and He Tian appeared here, as did Chu Ze, Luo Zhongju, and Feng Yuan.

Like Hong Quan, who had been in retreat at the computing center, he appeared here.

Also appearing here was an old woman, followed by a pair of middle-aged men and several young men and women, who were looking around with curious eyes.

"Mr. Yang, come back often..." Chu Ze had a smile on his face and held flowers in his hands.

"must."

Yang Guokang looked at the people in front of him with a rich smile on his face.

Among these people, there were people like Luo Zhongju who were over forty, but more of them were young people doing scientific research, which made him feel the hope of the future.

But now, he has indeed reached the time when he should say goodbye.

It's just that he didn't expect that Chu Ze had arranged such a grand arrangement for his departure today.

"Come on!" Yang Guokang said goodbye to Han Gong and Sun Cong first.

After all, although these two people were neither his students nor his relatives, in this paint factory, he handed over everything he had learned throughout his life to these two people.

Not a student, but better than a student.

"Don't worry, Mr. Yang." Han Gong and Sun Cong nodded seriously, with reluctance on their faces.

Yang Guokang smiled slightly and did not say much, but gently patted the two people on the shoulders. For him, there is no such thing as a banquet that lasts forever.

He has already attended countless banquets.

It's just that after this breakup, it's really impossible for him to come back. Young people are better than him, so why should he worry about these things?

"Gone..."

Yang Guokang waved goodbye to the researchers one after another, and got into a car with his wife.

"Mr. Yang, goodbye."

"goodbye."

Yang Guokang silently raised the car window. Through the dark windows, he could vaguely see the smiles of people outside. The young and energetic look made him sigh slightly.

"Retreat..." Yang Guokang murmured in a low voice, his originally dull eyes filled with reluctance.

The old woman next to me looked at him and said in a helpless tone: "I told you that you can stay. Chu Ze also needs you. I have advised you to retreat at other times, but you don't want to. You have to retreat this time. "

The old woman's tone was filled with helplessness. She held Yang Guokang's body with one hand and patted it gently.

"It's different. They are younger and more impactful. This era doesn't need my old-era ship." Yang Guokang shook his head and said firmly.

Just like before, he was worried about whether this old-era ship could still row. But now, the maritime department has used aircraft carriers, the air department has used fifth-generation stealth fighters, and the land department... is developing new tanks.

Luo Zhongju is making breakthroughs in room temperature superconductivity, and Chu Ze is thinking about controllable nuclear fusion.

Nowadays, his old ship is no longer needed.

Even if Yang Guokang never gives up, time is really an invisible butcher's knife, and he knows that he should retreat.

"Grandpa, you have struggled for most of your life and you should have rested long ago." Sitting in the passenger seat, a young woman couldn't help but look back at Yang Guokang and said with relief.

"Yeah, I should rest. Let's go."

Yang Guokang nodded, raised his hand and waved, the middle-aged man sitting in the main cab held the steering wheel and drove towards the outside of the paint factory.

Just looking at the paint factory getting further and further away, Yang Guokang's eyes were a little dazed, watching silently, and unconsciously wiping the corners of his eyes.

The car is getting further and further away.

"The meaning of the past may be to form the present, rather than trapping us in regretting the past again and again. I have no regrets in this life, and I hope you do too..."

Yang Guokang looked at the group of people standing there watching and murmured in a low voice.

Even the young woman who comforted Yang Guokang stopped talking at this time because she felt the weight of time.

The young people on the steps made her feel as if she saw her grandfather's high-spirited appearance.

"Spring goes and autumn comes..."

Chu Ze watched him go. He thought he would not be sad, but he was wrong.

Someone once said that the sign of the passing of an era is that some people begin to miss it.

And now he feels this way. An old man who has been rooted in the scientific research industry for more than 50 years is retiring today. In fact, it is not only Chu Ze who feels sad. Even Li Ji and He Tian, ​​who have not had much contact, have serious expressions.

Although they came into contact late, they are definitely the ones who feel the most deeply.

"Just waved his sleeves and left..." Luo Zhongju's eyes were a little emotional.

This is not something that everyone can do easily. Yang Guokang is the founder of optical invisibility, and now optical invisibility has been initially realized. This is not just a direction, but also a path cut out among a group of thorns.

Luo Zhongju knows how difficult this road is better than anyone else.

The importance of optical stealth is absolutely heavyweight, but now, Yang Guokang waved his sleeves and left.

He left without looking back.

Luo Zhongju looked at the car that disappeared at the gate of the paint factory and exhaled a breath of turbid air. He was full of respect for Yang Guokang.

Just such a person, any respect is worth it.

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