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"Your son?" Director Song was stunned when he heard the words, and then said in an interface, "That's also very good! Our military industry system has a large number of talents, it is really scary!"

Director Zhang also echoed, "That's right, your son should go to college? Which university is it? It seems that we should pay more attention to it. This is a big project at a young age. Bom!"

Fan Heng felt a little hard to speak, and finally scratched his head and replied, "Well, you see, my age is actually less than forty, and my son's age won't be much older. His age is really a bit young— "

　　 "Could it be that he only went to middle school? That's even more remarkable!" Director Zhang looked at Director Song, both of them were a little surprised.

　　 "Xiaofan's son is a child prodigy! We must be seen and experienced!" Director Song jokingly said.

　　 Alas, this happened! Fan Heng was afraid to scare them by telling the truth, and finally said hesitantly, "Actually, he also followed me to Guangzhou this time, and his age is younger than you think."

　　 "How young can you be? Three-year-old always have it! Haha—" Director Song laughed loudly.

　　 "I have it--" Fan Heng wiped a sweat, looked at Director Song and Director Zhang in amazement, and said with a heart, "Actually, he is three and a half years old now!"

　　 Three and a half years old? !

　　 The room suddenly became quiet. Director Song was in a daze. He hurriedly supported the table with his hands to stand firmly. He laughed at himself, "Oh, after all, I am old, and I can't stand still."

　　 Director Zhang was not much better, and he hit the bottom of the chair and looked at Fan Heng with a very strange look.

Now that Fan Heng has already said it, he simply explained the process to the two of them, including the facts about Fan Wuyi's home pig farm and the matter of coming to Guangzhou to contact clothing production equipment. The father and son were eating. At that time, I talked about the new-style torpedo, and Fan Wubian drew a snowstorm torpedo design. Finally, he said, “Actually, I didn’t believe in the design of the snowstorm torpedo! It’s just that my third son said it. The head is the same as the truth. Later, I pondered it carefully and it seemed to make sense. Since it is difficult for us to surpass others in traditional technology, it is also a good choice to try a new way. Fortunately, the experts' The argument shows that there is something going on in this matter, otherwise my heart is really up and down, and I can't even sleep well these days."

After listening to the story told by Fan Heng like a book from the sky, Director Song and Director Zhang have not recovered for a long time, and it is not known how long it has passed before Director Song sighed to the sky, "I am a great country in China. Thousands of years of fortunes have endured for a long time, and there are indeed countless capable people! In ancient times, Gan Luo Twelve was the Xiang of Qin, and today there are three-year-old children who are pointing to the maze. This thing is really—oh—"

　　 "Are you sure you are not telling a story to tease us?" Director Zhang looked at Fan Heng pitifully and asked.

This blow is really too big. Who would have imagined that countless experts have never set foot in a field, and let a three-year-old kid break a word, and provided a design sketch and principle explanation. The impact of this matter is far-reaching. , It is a bit more shocking than the stormy torpedo.

　　 "In front of the leaders, how can I dare to talk about it--" Fan Heng replied aggrievedly.

"It's easy to do this!" Director Song is not the old leader, and he immediately made a decision, "Since we have such a gifted child, of course we must train it well, and hope that it will play a more important role in the future! I don't like this, this I arranged for Comrade Fan Heng and his son to enter Beijing together, and tell the experts in Beijing about the design ideas of the snowstorm torpedo, so that everyone has a clear understanding. By the way, Comrade Fan Heng, what is your child’s name? ?"

　　 "Fan is not ill." Fan Heng replied immediately.

　　 "Fan Wubing? This name also has some meaning." Director Song and Director Zhang were once again in a daze.

　　 Fan Heng hurriedly explained, "Fan is not ill, no disaster, no disease. His brother was weak and sick when he was a child, so when he came to him, he gave such a name, which sounds more festive."

There was nothing strange on Director Song’s face, and Director Zhang sighed, "Ah, Comrade Fan Heng, it’s not that I said you. You are parents. It’s too casual to name your children. What makes me? Say hello? A good kid, how come you have such a name—"

　　 Fan Hyung twitched the corners of his mouth, feeling very regretful in his heart. Why did he choose such a bad name for his son in the first place? Now that I think about it, it was a bit sloppy. This is a problem!

　　 Director Song asked Director Chen and Fan Heng to return to the guest house. Out of curiosity, Director Chen had to see what Fan Wubing was like, so he followed Fan Heng to the guest room where they lived.

"What else can it look like? Just like a normal child! There won't be two more horns coming out—" Fan Heng was not very happy to take out his son to play treasures, but he couldn't hold back Chief Zhang, the superior leader. He invites into the room.

　　 Fan Wubing, who drank too much, was sent back by Fan Heng’s colleagues. He was lying on the bed and fell asleep, his small face was flushed under the influence of alcohol, and there was saliva ticking on the corners of his mouth.

"Very handsome boy!" Director Zhang said with joy when he saw it~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Fan Heng replied modestly, "It's okay, it doesn't match the ugly appearance. Son."

I don’t know what’s going on. Director Zhang liked it more and more, and couldn’t help but said to Fan Heng, “Why do I like this kid so much? Xiao Fan, do you think this is good? How can I order a baby kiss? ?"

　　 Fan Heng was a little sweaty, thinking that you are only older than me, how old should your daughter be? So the gaze towards Director Zhang was filled with doubts and puzzles.

Chief Zhang is an old man. As soon as he sees Fan Heng's eyes, he knows what he thinks in his heart, and he waved his hand quickly, "Hey! Forget it, it’s not my daughter, but my sister’s daughter. I am only three years old this year, and a few months younger than Fan Wuyi. I think the two of them are a good match!" Seeing Fan Heng's disapproval look, he said a little anxiously, "It's not my own ignorance, my niece The children are beautiful and messy, and they are clever. If your son is too genius, I would not bother to lead this line!"

　　 "I'm not very good at this matter." Fan Hyung replied vaguely.

　　 "What's the matter, I'll call you the shots--" Fan Wuyao in his sleep suddenly said a dream.

　　 "Ha! Boy, how about finding you a daughter-in-law?" Director Zhang said in Fan Wuyi's ear with a childlike heart.

　　 "Well, yes. Don't be ugly, don't be stupid." Fan Wuyao hummed in his dream.

Chief Zhang laughed haha, and pointed at Fan Heng with an embarrassed look, and said, "Xiaofan, Xiaofan, this is your son's promise! If your son dares to repent in the future, I will find your old account. Turn it over!"

　　 Fan Heng helplessly slapped Fan Wu's little ass, and whispered, "I'm not doing my job at a young age, and I will do my **** trouble for Lao Tzu!"