Rebirth: All Patents, Cutting off the European and American Tech Tree

Bright and early.

Chen Fuhai and Li Lan got up.

Our son is successful!

The couple naturally felt great.

Knock, knock, knock...

A knock on the door sounded.

"Who is it?" Li Lan went to open the door.

"Sister-in-law."

A short, fat man came in, carrying two bottles of wine and a carton of cigarettes: "President Chen, are you in?"

Chen Fuhai was stunned: "President Wang, what is this..."

Wang Jinbao, known as Fatty Wang.

He had business dealings with Chen Fuhai and was also Chen Fuhai's creditor.

"Congratulations!"

Wang Jinbao put down the cigarettes and wine: "I've already heard about Xiao Hao's matter. Congratulations!"

In this day and age, mobile phones are becoming increasingly popular, and news travels fast.

The news of Chen Hao solving the Sunflower Conjecture...

No!

To be precise.

The fact that the Deputy Mayor personally visited his home had spread.

The municipal government and Chen Hao's school gave a total of 700,000 in bonuses.

How much money did Chen Fuhai owe?

More than 1.2 million!

700,000 is not enough to pay off the debts.

Who should be paid first?

Wang Jinbao, of course, wanted to be paid first.

So, he came to the door early in the morning.

Having been in the business world for many years, how could Chen Fuhai's shrewdness not guess?

"President Wang, that bonus is a reward for Xiao Hao. I..." He looked embarrassed.

It's not that he didn't want to pay it back.

He already felt very guilty for not creating good conditions for his son.

How could he casually use his son's bonus?

"Xiao Hao is your son, so his money is your money, right? Old brother, I'm short on funds here. What do you think about..." Wang Jinbao chuckled.

Knock, knock, knock!

The knock on the door sounded again.

Two men came in with gifts.

Seeing Wang Jinbao, the two immediately understood.

Great!

There was nothing to say about people coming to the door to collect debts.

But that 700,000...

He really couldn't use it casually!

Otherwise, how could he be worthy of his son?

Just as Chen Fuhai was in a dilemma, several more creditors came to the door one after another.

The problem came!

Most creditors came to the door, and the total amount owed to these creditors present was over one million.

Taking out 700,000 was not enough to pay it back!

"I came first, so you must pay me first!" Wang Jinbao became anxious.

"Is there a first-come-first-served basis for paying back money?"

"That's right! You owe me the most, so you should definitely pay me first!"

The other creditors ganged up to resist Wang Jinbao.

For a time.

The living room was in chaos.

Chen Fuhai and Li Lan's good mood disappeared.

They had previously agreed with these creditors to extend the time limit, but as a result, their son became successful...

Originally, it was a good thing for their son to be successful.

Who knew that the creditors would come to the door in advance, ignoring the previous agreement.

Just then.

Chen Fuhai's phone rang.

"Xiao Hao?!"

Answering the phone, looking at the creditors arguing in a mess, his mood was extremely bad.

"Dad."

On the phone, Chen Hao said, "Shanghai Jiao Tong University has a 900,000 scholarship. I'll have them transfer it to your account. You can take it out when you have time."

"Adding the bonuses from the municipal government and the school, it should be enough to pay off the debts, right?"

Chen Hao had more than 800 million lying in his card.

But he didn't want to scare his parents. Using the bonus to help his dad pay off the debts was something he had thought about early on.

What?!

Chen Fuhai was stunned.

Shanghai Jiao Tong University gave a 900,000 scholarship?

And transferred it to his account?

A total of 1.6 million.

That's enough!

But...

"Xiao Hao, this is your money. Dad can't..." Chen Fuhai shook his head.

"Or how about this."

Chen Hao pouted: "Old Chen, let's figure out how much money you spent raising me, and I'll pay you back the child support—from now on, you're not my dad, how about that?"

Chen Fuhai was stunned.

How could he not understand his son's meaning?

They were father and son!

They were a family!

Why should they be so clear about who owes whom?

His eyes welled up with tears, and he nodded quickly: "Son, let's say Dad borrowed it from you. Later... when I earn money, I'll definitely pay you back!"

Hanging up the phone.

Chen Fuhai looked at the creditors arguing like a farce in the living room and said confidently, "Everyone, stop arguing!"

"I'll pay back the money. I'll pay back everyone, not a penny less!"

There were 900,000 in the card.

The municipal government and school cash bonuses were 700,000.

Even after paying off all the debts, he could still have more than 300,000 left.

Money is confidence!

This was the confidence his son gave him!

At this moment, Chen Fuhai only had one thought.

With a son like this, what more could a husband ask for?

...

Pudong.

Shangri-La Hotel, Executive Suite.

Chen Hao, who had finished the phone call, stretched lazily.

The reason for staying at this hotel was because the executive suite had a computer and could connect to the internet.

Last night, he was busy until very late before going to sleep, but he still hadn't finished.

He got up before six in the morning.

Continue working!

It didn't end until a few minutes ago.

Clearly!

On the computer, the drawing software he personally developed presented a complex drawing.

But, this was not for his own use.

A commercial giant ship was about to set sail.

He knew very well that if he wanted this commercial giant ship to accelerate forward without hindrance, there must be a strong escort.

Such as the patents that will be applied for.

First apply for domestic patents, and then apply for international patents.

The problem is that applying for R\u0026D patents takes too long. How can it be completed in a short time?

Of course, there is a fast track.

But, it requires power!

Enter the mailbox.

Add attachments.

Send!

There is no text content in the body of the email, only the drawings in the attachment.

He firmly believed that once this drawing was sent out, certain departments would definitely take action.

Because...

That's the WS15 design drawing!

As soon as the email was sent, a knock on the door came: "Chen Hao, are you awake yet?"

...

Institute 606.

An old man with gray hair was frowning at a pile of drawings.

His name is Zhang Enhe.

Aviation engine expert, Deputy Director of Institute 606.

In addition, he also has an identity—Chief Designer of the Taihang Engine!

Taihang.

That is, WS10!

The engine has been in development for more than ten years, but it was interrupted and shelved for several years due to various reasons in the early stage.

Now, the top management has decided to fully promote it.

But China's technology is too far behind Europe and the United States.

The technical background is vastly different.

One barrier after another stands in front.

As a result, as the chief designer, he still faced many difficulties even after working more than 15 hours a day.

suddenly!

On a computer next to him, the logged-in mailbox flickered.

This mailbox is used for internal communication within the institute.

He quickly clicked it open.

Email...

No content?

He clicked on the attachment again.

The first picture is an overall design drawing of a small turbofan engine.

WS15

His pupils shrank, and then he clicked on other pictures.

More detailed!

Every part.

Even as small as screws.

All are marked with precise dimensions.

His face became more and more solemn, his lips began to tremble uncontrollably, until the whole person was stunned.

Not WS10!

This is a brand new small turbofan engine!

Its craftsmanship, complexity, and performance data far exceed the WS10 currently being developed!

At this time.

The landline suddenly rang.

He took the microphone with a jolt, but his voice couldn't help but tremble: "Who... who is it?"

"Little... Little Zhang!"

Unexpectedly, the other party's voice was also trembling: "It's me... Li Zhiguang."

Li Zhiguang.

The father of China's aviation engines.

It can be said that half of the top designers in China's aviation engine field are his disciples.

"Teacher, I... I..." Zhang Enhe wanted to talk about the email.

"Listen to me first!"

On the other end of the phone, Li Zhiguang was too excited and a little incoherent: "I received an email with... an engine inside! A particularly, particularly strong engine! Stronger than the Americans'!

"Teacher, I... I... received it too."

"Ah?!"

Li Zhiguang was stunned for a moment, and suddenly shouted: "Contact the network department and find out who sent the email. We must treat him with courtesy."

"This person is a national treasure of China!"

"Contact the military again, maybe... we have to take a trip!"