When you are rich, there is Rheinmetall; when you are poor, there is Rheinsteel!

Listening to the two men's words, Zheng Xingguo, who had just sat back at his desk, said without raising his head:

"It's okay. It's almost the New Year. Lao Wang said he wanted to take a leave and wanted to go back first. I didn't approve his leave, so he cried."

"I said, what's there to cry about at such a big age? Just finish the work in the next two days and you can go back..."

As he said that, Zheng Xingguo suddenly stopped talking, and then his eyes suddenly widened, looking at his computer screen in disbelief.

A few seconds later, he let out a sharp roar: "Where are the things on my computer desktop?"

Hearing his screams, the two people who had just walked in were stunned and stepped back subconsciously.

Next to him, Zhou Changyao looked at his nose and heart, and explored the carving of the corner of the table in front of him with an appreciative look.

Lin Yu naturally took a step back and protected Zhou Changyao in front of him.

The three girls who were registering hurriedly lowered their heads and buried themselves in the pile of documents to prevent others from seeing them.

The accompanying security guards of Rheinsteel left the room with a cold face and said nothing. They retreated to the left and right, and closed the door, blocking the way of the two people who wanted to retreat.

The way back was blocked, and the two people who just entered the door could only look at each other, then touch their noses and look around, trying not to let their attention fall on Zheng Xingguo.

After a long time, Zheng Xingguo raised his head from the computer and said with a look of relief: "Fortunately, there is a backup in the D drive."

Reaching out to wipe the sweat from his forehead, the dean cast his eyes on the two people standing at the door.

He stretched out his hand to the two people and pulled them to Lin Yu and Zhou Changyao: "These two are the director and deputy director of the 777 Institute of our Metal Materials Research Institute."

"Si Cheng."

"Yan Dongsheng."

"These two are Mr. Zhou from the General Staff."

"Staff Officer Lin Yulin from the General Staff."

After the introduction, Zheng Xingguo pushed the two people onto the sofa, then turned around and found the information on manufacturing aircraft carrier steel and arresting cables from the pile of documents, and carefully handed it to Si Cheng and the others.

After Si Cheng and the other man took the document and read the text inside, shocked expressions appeared on their faces. Zheng Xingguo then said with satisfaction:

"This is one of the more than 100 documents submitted by the base in charge of this staff officer Lin."

"Director Wang Can just now got the chip-related information and the finished processors manufactured."

"According to Director Wang's preliminary appraisal, the chip information is real, and the manufactured processors are also real."

"But the final result still needs his further appraisal."

"After all, with the 413 project, no one dares to be careless."

"So, you also need to put down some of your work now and appraise this document. You must give a result before the end of the year."

After listening to Zheng Xingguo's words, Si Cheng immediately calculated the time required to make the appraisal in his mind. In just a few seconds, he came to a conclusion.

Time is tight.

It can be completed by working overtime, but it is not necessary.

This matter must be put aside. At least time cannot be wasted on it before the end of the year.

Having made up his mind, Si Cheng winked at Yan Dongsheng beside him, and then said to Zheng Xingguo:

"President Zheng, it is very uncertain before the New Year. The main reason is that this document only describes the approximate composition of raw materials, without detailed proportions and smelting data."

"Then we can only use the stupid method, the exhaustive method, to find out when we can find it out bit by bit."

"We don't know."

"Even if we find it out by chance, it is unknown whether it can be reproduced."

"Before the New Year, time is too tight, and these data will be used for evaluation in the end, so we dare not be careless."

The words are sincere, and the eyes are also sincere.

After receiving the words, Zheng Xingguo hesitated for a moment, turned around and looked at Lin Yu, wanting to ask the young man to say a few words.

Say a few words to Zhou Changyao.

Looking at Zheng Xingguo, Lin Yu showed a sweet smile on her face, sweeter than her 18-year-old deskmate.

After a smile, he said softly:

"You two, we brought a copy of the finished steel and arresting wire, and put them in the warehouse we rented temporarily."

"The raw materials can be melted into finished products, and our people can use your equipment to melt them for you in front of you."

"As for getting detailed information for retesting, I'm sorry, because our materials have been used on warships and are military secrets, I can't say more."

Gan!

This is the idea that came to Si Cheng and Yan Dongsheng's mind after hearing this.

The two looked at each other again, and after communicating with their eyes, Yan Dongsheng, who had not spoken, said softly:

"In this case, let's take the relevant information back first, and Staff Officer Lin will also send someone to send the materials to our 777 Institute."

"We will take some time these days to test the results and try to give a reply before the New Year."

"Okay?"

Good ball.

It was a very formulaic reply. Lin Yu believed that if Zhou Changyao hadn't brought him here, he might have received such words from the beginning.

There would be no subsequent plot at all.

While he was thinking about how to respond, Zhou Changyao twisted his body on the sofa and covered his mouth with his hand, as if he was going to cough.

But before he could cough, the door of the office was kicked open from the outside, and an old man who looked to be in his 60s rushed into the room and roared at Zheng Xingguo:

"Xiao Zheng, you said you received the construction assessment document for the 9.8 Mach shock wave wind tunnel?"

"Where is the document? Where is it?"

"Give it to me, I must take a good look at which bastard dares to brag about this."

"The chip 413 project killed several people. If someone messes up this shock wave wind tunnel, at least a large number of people will die..."

After speaking to Zheng Xingguo, the visitor's eyes swept across the room like a searchlight.

After seeing Zhou Changyao, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and his eyes skipped Lin Yu and returned to Zheng Xingguo.

Under the scrutiny, Zheng Xingguo held all the information of the wind tunnel group in his arms, walked to the visitor, and handed it out:

"Professor Loulan, this box contains all the wind tunnel information, except for the shock wave wind tunnel, there are also low-speed wind tunnels and hot shock wind tunnels."

"As for the source of these data, it is a base that the staff officer Lin Yulin next to him is in charge of."

"I asked you to come here mainly to ask you to take a look and give a conclusion before the New Year to facilitate the evaluation after the New Year."

"After all, time waits for no one."

The box containing the information is very heavy. Zheng Xingguo held it in his hands, and it was obvious that his waist was bent down.

When he saw this box, Loulan's eyes suddenly became clear.

He raised his right hand and pointed at the box in front of him with his index finger. He asked with disbelief:

"Are you sure, this box contains all of them?"

"All of them!" Zheng Xingguo nodded vigorously, then held his hands forward and sent the box to Loulan's arms. The real touch of the box made Loulan raise his hands involuntarily and hug the box.

The box was just in my hand, very heavy, very heavy.

Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, the old man in his 60s slowly bent down, put the box down, turned his head to Lin Yu, and asked:

"Staff Officer Lin, you know the importance of the wind tunnel, right?"

"I know!" Lin Yu nodded as if he had expected it, then raised his hand and clapped.

Hearing the applause, the door of the office was pushed open, and the security personnel of Rheinsteel walked into the room, and then took out a CD from his backpack under the guidance of Lin Yu.

And this CD fell into Lou Lan's hands in the blink of an eye.

Pointing his finger, Lin Yu explained: "Here are some video materials of our test. You can take a look and decide whether to go after watching it."

His eyes were fixed on the CD in front of him. After a little hesitation, Lou Lan decisively reached out, turned around with the CD, bypassed Zheng Xingguo, and put the CD into Zheng Xingguo's computer.

As the CD player turned, the CD reading probe began to read the data, found the player, and chose to play.

A test video quietly appeared on the computer monitor.

The scene in the video was moving forward. Loulan, staring at the computer monitor, raised his hands involuntarily, pressed the palms of both hands on his temples, and rubbed them vigorously.

The video in the CD was very short, only about seven or eight minutes.

And Loulan also rubbed for seven or eight minutes.

After the video was finished, Loulan closed his eyes. The hand that was massaging his temple just now fell on his eye socket and scratched it a few times. He turned his head and looked at Zheng Xingguo and said seriously:

"Wang Can asked you to help him resign. If you don't do it for him, then you can do one for me."

"Anyway, I'm old..."

"No, I'm rehired. I don't have to ask you to help me resign. I just need to tell you that I don't want to go to work."

Raising his hands and clapping them hard, Loulan laughed and said, "Haha, yes, I'm rehired. I can leave at any time."

"No need to be like Wang Can. If he wants to resign, he needs your approval. If you don't approve him, he can't resign."

After laughing a few times, Loulan turned and came to Lin Yu, facing him. The young man in front of him extended his right hand and said with a smile:

"My name is Loulan, I am 61 years old this year, and I am an honorary professor of the 444 Aerodynamics Research Institute. You can call me Lao Lou. I want to ask if I, with my old bones, can go to work in your company."

"I don't need a salary, I can bring my own dry food, I just want to let me use these wind tunnels, because in the past few decades, we have accumulated a lot of data, because there are no wind tunnels, or no suitable wind tunnels, these data have not been verified."

"If verified well, these data can greatly enhance our national defense strength."

"Can it?"

"It's not necessary!" Zheng Xingguo stood by and said carefully. At this moment, he was numb all over.

As the old saying goes, there are often good horses, but there are not often good horse trainers.

People who do research all hope that they can meet their own good horse trainers, and then discover their own good horses, so that they can gallop around the world and leave their names in history.

But the problem is that there are not often good horse trainers.

But there happened to be one more good horse trainer in front of him.

His eyes moved back slightly, flashing through the pile of documents on the desk, and Zheng Xingguo added another sentence in his mind.

He is a rich and willing to give up power.

Just now, Wang Can wanted to resign, and it was Zhou Changyao who spoke up and helped persuade him to go back.

He couldn't persuade the old man in front of him, nor could he control him, so he could let him go.

But the problem is that there are more than 100 documents here. If all the people who got these documents want to resign and run away to this damn Rheinsteel, then wouldn't he be finished?

The dean came back from a business trip for a few days and found that his house had been robbed.

Originally a good scientific research institute, now it is deserted, with only a few cats and kittens left at the door.

Isn't he doomed?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help coughing.

After coughing a few times, he stood up and looked at the time on the wall. He found that it was time for dinner. He quickly took all the information about steel on the table and stuffed them into Si Cheng's hands. He pushed and pulled the two people out of the room.

Turning his head, he said to the people in the room: "Everyone, it's getting late now. Let's find a place to eat first."

"What's the matter? Let's talk after dinner."

He forced the topic to change, and Lin Yu also took advantage of the situation, smiling and nodding.

The place to eat was in the cafeteria of the scientific research institute. The food tasted very good. After dinner, he exchanged contact information with Lou Lan, and Lin Yu and Zhou Changyao set off on the way back.

On the way, Zhou Changyao looked straight ahead and warned in a gentle voice:

"Each of the several research institutes under the Academy of Sciences has its own mission. If your Rheinsteel mission is to charge and fight hard and carve out a bloody path."

"Then their mission is to take steady steps and cover the bottom."

"So some of their people can be dug out, and some cannot be dug out."

"Those old guys can be dug out at will. Their disciples are everywhere, and they can help you increase your network of people when the time comes..."

After sending Zhou Changyao to the door of his house, when Lin Yu was about to drive away, Zhou Changyao called him again: "Tomorrow morning, change into your military uniform and come to pick me up early. I will take you to meet some people."

"Remember to come early."

Although he was a little confused, Lin Yu did not ask more questions. When he returned to the hotel where he lived, Qian Duoduo did not come back as he had guessed.

After making a phone call, he heard that he was receiving instruction from Qian Guoheng, and Lin Yu secretly lit a candle for him in his heart.

Turning around, he handed over the supporting documents and addresses that needed to be delivered to the people below one by one. He hummed a song and returned to the room, washed up, and went to bed.

Early the next morning, he changed into a military uniform, stood in front of the full-length mirror in the hotel for more than half an hour, and then slightly applied a little gel to his hair. After confirming that other people could not see this style, Lin Yu walked out of the room slowly and arranged his work.

He got in the car and drove to the compound where Zhou Changyao lived.

Zhou Changyao was earlier than him.

When he met the old man, the other party was already holding two soy milk and fried dough sticks in his hand. He got in the car and handed one to Lin Yu, saying:

"Go to the Ministry of National Defense."

"Ah?"

"Ministry of National Defense!"

"What are you going there for? Could it be..." As he asked the question, Lin Yu's eyes lit up.

The next second, he received Zhou Changyao's disdain:

"Don't guess blindly. It's the end of the year. We have to come up with next year's budget and then discuss and pass it at next year's conference. In short, we are going to discuss how to cry poor."