Chapter 7

Institute 189.

At this time, in a large laboratory of the institute, I was watching a test on a heavy press.

There were numbers on it, and multiple large testing machines were running synchronously.

Each time, the number would jump.

Compression strength test: 2300MPA.

And this number is still rising. Yang Guokang looked at such a number, his eyes like an eagle, staring at the change of that number.

As the number increased, the eyes of the crowd watching the show faded one by one.

The middle-aged man who stopped Yang Guokang before also looked at the test very seriously.

Carbon fiber, commonly known as black gold.

It has been 40 years since it was proposed in the 1960s, but compared with foreign carbon fiber, they have not even made it to the entry level.

For this reason, the 304 special project was established last year, bringing together many companies, just to break the monopoly of carbon fiber.

"Is there any problem with the test equipment?" A middle-aged man said hesitantly, looking at the numbers still jumping, his eyes were a little afraid that it was a false floating in the air.

But as soon as he said that, he shook his head. The equipment was theirs, so how could there be any problem?

And this suspicion also made everyone present look at each other, with a burning light in their eyes.

"Increase the test." Yang Guokang gave an order, and the machine roared louder.

As the dull machine sounds rang out, the robot was running frantically. Under one of the hydraulic presses, there were bursts of harsh sounds, as if following the heartbeat.

Accompanied by a bang.

"Vertical pressure, 33.58 tons."

Although one of the testing machines stopped, the test continued.

It was not disappointing, because the vertical carbon fiber bearing capacity itself is the horizontal difference.

And the horizontal test, the numbers kept jumping.

Forty...

Fifty...

Eighty....

Ninety-seven...

With the appearance of the third big number, everyone's emotions looked at each other.

"Done?"

Looking at the comprehensive number jumping over the big hurdle of three thousand, Yang Guokang's eyes showed disbelief.

T300-grade carbon fiber, which more than a dozen companies have been researching for more than a decade but have not been developed, has suddenly become a success?

This huge gap made Yang Guokang unwilling to believe it, but he had to believe it.

"I believe in my students."

Zheng Houde's light tone seemed to have a breath of air exhaled. The sound was not loud, but everyone in the crowd heard it clearly.

Everyone looked at Zheng Houde and then at Yang Guokang. Even the middle-aged man who persuaded him before did not stand up to be a peacemaker.

Chu Ze also felt a strange atmosphere and looked at the teacher with some doubts.

"I was wrong." Yang Guokang spoke first and turned to look at Chu Ze: "Chu Ze, I'm sorry, it was me, Yang Guokang, who underestimated you."

Zheng Houde was stunned by the direct apology, but he turned around and said nothing.

To be honest, he really didn't expect Yang Guokang to be so single.

"Teacher Yang, you're joking. I'm just standing on the shoulders of others." Chu Ze didn't feel complacent, but spoke very humbly.

Regarding carbon fiber, although it has reached the T300 level, he does not think he has too much credit.

After all, he is standing on the shoulders of his previous life. At that time, domestic carbon fiber technology had been conquered. With the deepening of carbon fiber, there are naturally some more entry-level synthesis technologies.

Coupled with the bonus generated by the factory, Chu Ze believes that he can only be regarded as a porter, not a developer in a new field.

Yang Guokang did not speak, but patted Chu Ze on the shoulder.

His eyes fell on the various test machines, and the values ​​on them had already exceeded the 3,000 mark.

"We in China also have our own T300 carbon fiber, and it can be improved." Yang Guokang could not hide his inner excitement.

For this day, they have gone through forty years. The island country Dongli had mastered the technology as early as forty years ago, but they spent forty years and still failed to catch up.

And now suddenly a sophomore student appeared in front of him, took out the T300-level carbon fiber, and slapped him in the face.

Although he was slapped in the face, Yang Guokang couldn't control the smile on his face.

"You haven't been idle during the summer vacation, but why did you suddenly start studying carbon fiber?" Zheng Houde was also very happy.

After all, his students have achieved a breakthrough, and as a teacher, he naturally hopes to see it.

"I want to reduce the weight of the fighter, and the ammunition bay made of carbon fiber can greatly reduce the weight of the fighter." Chu Ze said with a smile.

"So you have overcome the difficulty of carbon fiber? Tell the truth."

Zheng Houde was obviously not so easy to fool, and said in a somewhat speechless tone.

"My family is engaged in fishing rods. Now fishing rods are not selling well. If we don't innovate, we will go bankrupt, so I studied carbon fiber."

It would be better if Chu Ze didn't say it. Once he said it, everyone's eyes were focused on Chu Ze, and their eyes were examining Chu Ze.

Even Yang Guokang was the same, and Zheng Houde's eyes revealed a trace of surprise.

Zheng Houde was silent for a long time, carefully examining Chu Ze from top to bottom, as if he wanted to find a flaw in Chu Ze.

"Really?"

But after looking for a while, Zheng Houde was disappointed.

"Really."

“.......”

The crowd looked at each other, because they did not find any flaws on Chu Ze’s face, that is, the T300-level carbon fiber was really developed for fishing rods.

Whether it was Yang Guokang, the middle-aged man in the lead, or other people, the corners of their mouths twitched.

They had been researching T300 carbon fiber for a full forty years, but it was actually developed for fishing.

Think about more than a dozen companies, a lot of financial support, just to break through the technical difficulties, not to mention that it was broken by a sophomore.

And the purpose of breaking through was to upgrade their own fishing rods.

Chu Ze’s face was normal, he did not say anything false, his original intention of studying carbon fiber was for the fishing rods at home.

It was just that he downplayed the research bonus of the factory, resulting in the production of carbon fiber that barely reached the T300 level.

Originally, Chu Ze wanted to start with turbojet. After all, he had participated in the project research and development. With his participation, the research and development speed of turbojet research would definitely be faster.

This is why he called Zheng Houde immediately after he felt that carbon fiber had broken through the T300 level.

He is now in an awkward situation where he has no words and is not reliable in doing things.

If he does not have something to show, other people will not trust him at all.