Great Power Technology

In the evening, the father and son prepared a full table of meals and waited for the students to arrive at home.

This time they invited all Chinese students, and there were always about ten of them. Tengfei worked hard all afternoon and lay down on the sofa with soreness and backache.

A few minutes later, the first customer arrived.

"teacher!"

The person who came was a young man wearing glasses. He was holding a can of tea in his hand and stepped forward to shake hands with Teng Jian with a smile on his face.

"Ah Yue, you came so early? Where is your wife?"

Teng Jian responded with the same smile.

"She parked her car downstairs and came up in a moment. I couldn't wait, so I came up to see the teacher first."

"Hahahaha, you are so glib. Why, you have been driving for so long and you are still not good at reversing?"

"Damn it, teacher, don't tell anyone off at this time. I had just gotten my driver's license when I crashed, and I really don't know how to drive yet."

The two laughed and walked into the house to sit down. After just chatting for a few words, many more people came outside the door one after another. Teng Jian met his students one by one, exchanged a few words, and then greeted Everyone sits down.

A group of people first chatted about some interesting things from their school days, and each expressed their gratitude to Teng Jian. After drinking for three times, the topic slowly spread. This group of students who had graduated from the Guggenheim We naturally chatted about the invitation letter issued by Liminghang.

"I heard that scholars in related industries in China have received invitation letters. Have any of you received them? Anyway, I haven't received them."

"No, this thing should only be sent to China. To be honest, even if it is sent to us, how many people will go there? What kind of thing is a turbofan 18? Liming's technology is too backward. Going there is just to make some Old, same old copycat work, not challenging at all.”

"It's not that there are no challenges. I still think that the biggest problem of Liming is that it has too little foresight, its vision is too small, and its layout is too small. If I were a decision-maker, I would definitely give up on the turbofan 18 project they are currently working on. , just jump one step away, start by imitating commercial high-bypass-ratio engines, and then feed back the technology accumulation to research and development. This is the right path."

"What you said is simple. Is it that easy to imitate an engine? Let alone imitation. Without complete drawings, you can't even reverse engineer an engine. How can you talk about imitation?"

"Then don't you have to give it a try? At least it's better than resting on your laurels, right?"

"It has the advantage of resting on its laurels. At least Liming can ensure that domestic engines continue to be updated. They have done a good job in this regard."

"Hey, that's what you said. There's no other way, there's still a shortage of talent in the country."

Teng Jian on the side was always listening to their discussion with interest. It was not until the discussion gradually stopped that he suddenly said:

"Knowing that there is a shortage of talents in the country, have you ever thought about going back?"

After hearing his words, everyone at the dinner table was stunned.

go back?

Perhaps this idea briefly appeared in their minds, but was quickly overwhelmed by more realistic ideas such as money, status, and future.

Lower salary, more difficult promotion paths, lower technical level and scientific research atmosphere cannot be changed in a day or two. Objectively speaking, it is really not easy for them to make up their mind to go back. matter.

But one person at the dinner table was a special case.

The man Teng Jian called A Yue, Jiang Yue.

He looked around calmly and then said:

"Teacher, I want to go back."

Teng Jian's face changed, and he pretended to be understated and asked:

"When are you going to go back?"

"As soon as possible. Everyone has seen the official trends of Ugly Country in the past few days. It is clear that they will take action on China's aviation industry in the future. Last time it was chips, this time it is aviation. I'm afraid that if I don't go back, in the future There’s no going back.”

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone at the dinner table fell silent.

Indeed, everyone here is not a fool. They all know what the series of administrative orders issued by the Ugly State official means. The reason why they did not bring up this topic is just because they are not so willing to admit it in their hearts.

Teng Jian nodded, looked at Jiang Yue with approval and said:

"It's pretty good. Go back and serve the country."

Jiang Yue chuckled and replied:

"How can you be so noble? It's just that I can't get used to the food here. Besides, Linlin and I are about to have a child. It's convenient to go back and have the baby."

Teng Jian pretended to be surprised and glanced at his wife, then asked:

"You're ready to have a baby, but you haven't given birth yet? Hold on tight! Ah Yue, are you okay?"

"Teacher, you are already over 60 years old. Can you please stop making fun of me about this kind of thing? It's like you are disrespectful."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone at the dinner table laughed knowingly, and the atmosphere finally became a little more relaxed.

But unexpectedly, Teng Jian's next words ended this relaxation once again.

"It's no joke. When your child is born, take it and let me play with it for a few months. I won't be able to count on my useless child."

"Okay, teacher, when the time comes."

Jiang Yue wanted to say something perfunctory, but suddenly, he seemed to realize something.

Take him and let him play for a few months

He raised his head in shock, looked at Teng Jian and asked:

"Teacher, do you want to go back too?"

"Well, I have to go back."

Teng Jian nodded solemnly.

"Teacher, your body doesn't allow it!"

An anxious look appeared on Jiang Yue's face. He was fully aware of the reason why his teacher stayed in Chou Country. If he hadn't relied on CAR-T injections to maintain his life, he would have returned to China many years ago.

"It doesn't matter whether you are physical or not."

Looking at the people who wanted to persuade him, Teng Jian directly raised his hand to signal them not to speak.

After taking a mouthful of food, he continued:

"If there is more, I don't want to say it anymore. In fact, you all understand the truth and you all have your own choices. I will not force you on this point. Of course, I have no right to force you."

"But I know that there are actually no bad boys among you, otherwise you wouldn't be at my dinner table today."

"I just want to remind you, just like Ah Yue said just now, everyone is well aware of the recent official actions of the Chou Country. This period should be the last window period for us to return to the country. If we do not return to the country now, we will basically be in trouble in the future. There won’t be a chance.”

"So, you have to make a choice now."

"Of course I totally agree with you if you can go back, but I can understand if you can't go back because you have your own pressures and your own lives."

"But for me, I have to go back."

"Because of China's policies, too many people have doubts about the development of domestic aerospace engineering. If we sit back and do nothing, the talent gap in the country will become larger and larger in the future, and the technological backwardness will become more and more serious."

"I have studied and worked for decades, and I have achieved a little bit of success and a little bit of appeal in this field. In addition, I am already old, so I think before I go down , and finally do something.”

"I want to take the lead."

After finishing speaking, Teng Jian fell silent again.

Everyone at the dinner table stayed silent with him. After a long time, someone finally asked:

"Teacher, when do you plan to leave?"

"The ticket is in 4 hours and things have been packed."

Teng Jian ate the food one bite at a time, and then, completely ignoring everyone's extremely surprised expressions, he said teasingly:

"The bad news is that no one in China will pick me up, and I guess it will be difficult to find a place to live. The good news is that I don't have to wash the dishes today."

"Brother Fei, is this real or fake?"

Jiang Yue turned her eyes to Teng Fei, who nodded affirmatively.

Complex emotions began to spread at the dinner table. A dinner that was supposed to be a reunion suddenly turned into a farewell. The topic that was supposed to be continued suddenly lost the motivation to continue.

More than half an hour later, Teng Jian put down his chopsticks, then motioned for Teng Fei to follow him into the room, and took out their two small suitcases.

"I'm ready to go. No need to send me off. Help me clean up the house later. I'm kidding if I say I don't have to wash the dishes. Don't make it smell so bad that it affects the neighbors."

"In addition, there are words I usually write on the balcony. If you like it, take it as a souvenir - if you plan to return to China, don't take it. I will write it for you again on red paper when I go back."

After saying that, Teng Jian glanced at his son, and the two pushed the door open and left without looking back.

It took a while for everyone still in the house to react.

I remembered the low voices of discussion again. Some people were discussing whether to go back, and some were discussing when to buy air tickets. Of course, some people were listening silently, not intending to express any opinions.

Amid the discussion, Jiang Yue curiously walked to the balcony and brought back the thick stack of rice paper.

There are writings on these rice papers, and the ones on the surface are slightly yellowed. It is obvious that Teng Jian read through his works from old to new today.

Jiang Yue looked through the rice paper one by one and whispered the words on it.

“Leaving hatred is like grass in spring. The farther you go, the more you will live.”

"Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks out, I wonder who is missing in autumn."

"If you don't want to see anything in life, move it like participating in business."

The top one is the oldest work, and from top to bottom, the writing becomes more and more new.

The more Jiang Yue looked through it, the more sad he felt. He could feel the deep sadness in his teacher's heart.

The helplessness of wanting to go back but being dragged down by his own body.

But when he reached the end and turned to the newest pages of rice paper, his movements suddenly stopped.

On those brand-new rice papers, the same poem was written with ink on several pages.

"If I want to live long enough to serve my country, why should I be born in Yumen Pass?"