PFC Chapter 114 My Parents Are the Villains 26
Chapter 114 My Parents Are the Villains 26
After dinner, Mr. Chen was taken to the guesthouse to rest, while Xiao Xiao was carried home by her mother.
Because it was too late, the evening Little Sunflower Class was canceled again, which made elementary school student Ge Shihui feel extremely fortunate once more.
Feng Yimin didn't dare to laugh at his wife to her face, but instead turned his back and chuckled twice.
My wife has a much bigger temper now, and she's much more assertive than before.
She stopped being polite to him; he used to bring her water to wash her feet.
Now they dare to order me around, making me bring them water to wash their feet, and I have to pour it out for them.
Their status within the family is visibly declining.
Ugh!
He had a vague feeling that there was a imbalance of yin and yang in this family.
Neither of them slept well that night; they tossed and turned.
While their daughter was asleep, the two whispered to each other for a while.
The next day, Xiaoxiao was taken to the guesthouse again.
After the apprenticeship ceremony, the relationship between the old man and the young man became noticeably closer.
The old man's words were no longer limited to technical discussions, but extended to small aspects of daily life.
He looked at Xiaoxiao as if she were his own nephew or niece, and his attitude became increasingly amiable.
Xiaoxiao seems to be no different; she has a great attitude and is comfortable wherever she is.
In addition to discussing the differences between organic electrolytes and water-soluble electrolytes, some chemical formulas were also discussed.
Another option is a specially designed membrane material that only allows lithium ions to pass through.
It is extremely difficult to produce this type of diaphragm domestically.
The parameter requirements are too high; there are strict requirements for the pore size and gap of the diaphragm.
Finally, we discussed the small-scale design of the quadcopter, which I found quite interesting.
This short description illustrates the potentially lethal role this quadcopter could play on the battlefield in the future.
This scenario would send chills down anyone's spine upon hearing it.
After listening to Xiaoxiao's story about quadcopters, Mr. Chen pondered for a long time.
He then asked several questions.
1. How do you solve the wireless communication module problem?
It's important to know that the transistors used in modern integrated circuits are being developed in the capital city.
However, the technology in chip manufacturing is still very weak.
2. How to design and manufacture flight control modules.
This also involves using chips and writing control programs, which are then burned into the main control chip.
There are also flight attitude control, motor control, signal transmission, and so on—a whole host of problems one after another.
Xiao Xiao's scalp tingled instantly, and the system auntie in her mind suddenly spoke:
"Xiaoxiao, Auntie has chip design and manufacturing technology here."
Also, would you like to take a look at the 2.4GHz radio control module technology?
With a soft thud, she promptly lay down on the sofa, her little mouth moving incessantly.
She knew she had been tricked.
She had just climbed out of the lithium-ion battery pit, only to find an even bigger pit waiting for her.
Oh! There's a pothole ahead!
"Auntie, you have lost my trust."
Xiao Xiao complained about the system in her heart, feeling utterly listless.
The system auntie gave a wry smile and remained silent.
"Auntie, have I completed my mission now?"
Xiao Xiao suddenly spoke up.
"Indeed, you have already changed the fate of the original owner's parents."
Everything is moving in a positive direction now.
Do you want to end the mission?
Xiao Xiao suddenly turned her head to look at the old man across from her, whose hair was gray and who was still bent over his desk taking notes.
At such an advanced age, he should be retired and enjoying his golden years, but he is still working hard for the country.
She sighed and said to the system:
"Is there a lot of information?"
"Not many, not many..."
"Not too much is fine."
Xiao Xiao sat up excitedly, and then heard the system aunt's next words.
"It's only a little over a ton."
With a soft thud, she lay back down.
Old Chen stayed for two days. Before leaving, he held the little girl's hand and persuaded her to go to the capital with her mother.
He could arrange a job for Ge Shihui in the capital.
Xiao Xiao refused; she wanted to stay and complete her mission.
The old man had no choice but to leave his mailing address and phone number, and told her to remember to check the book list he had left.
Read them in order, and if you have any thoughts, write a letter or have someone send them to you by train.
After seeing the old man off, Xiaoxiao went to kindergarten as usual.
Three days later, Ge Shihui was notified by her work unit that her agricultural land use conversion quota had been issued.
Tell her to take the transfer letter and household registration transfer notice and process them as soon as possible.
The whole family was overjoyed; the mother and daughter had finally become city dwellers.
A month later, Feng Yimin was transferred to the propaganda department as an officer by the factory office after successfully publishing several articles in the newspaper.
This incident caused a sensation throughout the entire Workshop 3.
Several of his fellow apprentices came to congratulate him.
Qin Hongbin clenched his fists, filled with jealousy and hatred. What right did this despicable person have? Were the people in the factory office blind?
Master Cao stared blankly as everyone took advantage of their lunch break to offer their congratulations.
He felt as if he were constipated, and he was filled with regret!
Although he had a vague feeling that this day would come sooner or later.
I never expected it to happen so quickly!
He sighed and shook his head, lamenting that even his father's judgment had deteriorated.
He couldn't help but turn to look at his prized disciple Qin Hongbin, whom he had always highly regarded. Thankfully, he still had this disciple.
After his jealousy subsided, Qin Hongbin took a deep breath. His goal was clear: to become the factory's chief technical engineer.
He firmly believed that he could do it and would achieve this goal before he turned forty.
"Master, thank you for your guidance over the years."
Rest assured, no matter which department I work in, I will never forget your teachings and will always strictly adhere to your requirements.
After greeting everyone, Feng Yimin quickly walked up to Master Cao and bowed deeply.
Under the watchful eyes of the workers in Workshop 3, Feng Yimin's expression was as sincere as could be, and his posture was extremely humble.
Master Cao felt as if he had swallowed a fly, and his heart raced with unease.
He understood what his apprentice meant.
It was precisely because I understood it that I felt a chill run down my spine.
The surrounding workers continued to praise Feng Yimin.
“Look at Yimin, that’s the true nature of our workers’ children. Even sitting in an office, he hasn’t forgotten his mentor.”
"Master Cao, you are so lucky to have taught such an excellent apprentice."
Master Cao hummed and hawed, his face stiff, forcing a smile as he exchanged pleasantries with people.
After being transferred to the propaganda department, Feng Yimin, at his daughter's suggestion, attended night school and eventually obtained a high school diploma.
Finally, he was noticed by Director Nie and transferred to the factory office, which gave Feng Yimin greater influence in the factory.
When Master Cao wanted to get his youngest son into the workshop, Feng Yimin suggested that Factory Director Nie conduct strict assessments.
The result was undoubtedly that Cao Hongbing, who had no interest in his studies and only knew how to fool around, was eliminated.
This incident further enhanced Feng Yimin's reputation in Workshop 3.
He praised Feng Yimin for his upright character and impartiality.
Because Cao Hongbing was absent, other families' children unwittingly gained an extra opportunity.
Enraged, Master Cao cursed Feng Yimin at home, calling him ungrateful, a scoundrel, and a heartless wretch.
While Feng Yimin was eating in the cafeteria, his former senior classmate secretly came over to complain, saying that Master Cao had scolded him at home.
Feng Yimin sighed helplessly and spoke frankly to his senior brother:
“I know my master has some resentment in his heart, but I did it strictly according to his original requirements.”
Not only did he not support or understand me, he also complained about me. I felt so wronged!
The senior student quickly smiled apologetically, but in his heart he thought to himself...
I don't believe you!
You'd be crazy to think you weren't deliberately getting revenge on your master!
After six months of arduous research, Mr. Chen finally manufactured the world's first lithium-ion battery in the laboratory and entrusted someone to deliver it to his young apprentice by train.
Xiao Xiao was overjoyed. For the past six months, she had been accompanied by a three-person group every day.
She read through the latest research data that the country had collected from abroad, offered her comments, and put forward a series of her own ideas.
These brilliant ideas were all recorded in their entirety by the three-person team around him and sent to various research institutes in the capital via encrypted wireless telegraph.
Of course, the problems encountered by various research institutes during the experiment process, as well as some suggestions and ideas, would also be sent to Xiao Xiao via telegram.
Everyone engaged in lively discussion and exchanged ideas.
Breakthroughs have been achieved in a series of technologies, including chip design, integrated circuits, photoresist, and packaging, and the situation looks very promising.
Upon receiving the large battery, she immediately and eagerly installed it inside the aircraft's belly.
After the power button was turned on, the quadcopter, which had never been test-flown since it was built, started spinning with a whoosh and soared into the sky.
......
"Has the fever not gone down yet?"
"Waaah... No, it's still 41 degrees."
"That's impossible! They've already had two injections. If the fever doesn't break, it could damage their brain and even be life-threatening!"
"Quickly wipe it with alcohol again. We must bring its temperature down today, no matter what."
Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to explain it to Old Chen.
"No...it still doesn't work...waaaah..."
"It seems that the fever reducer has no effect on her brain center; it's being blocked by her brain."
With a bang, Ge Shihui broke through the people blocking her way.
She burst through the emergency room door, rushed to the bedside, and hugged her daughter, sobbing uncontrollably:
"Baby! Wake up, look at Mommy, Mommy's here, open your eyes and look at Mommy..."
"Comrade Ge, Comrade Ge, please calm down and don't delay our efforts to save your daughter."
"You've been trying to resuscitate her for a whole day and night, but my daughter still hasn't woken up, sob sob..."
Ge Shihui sobbed uncontrollably as she spoke, followed closely by Feng Yimin, whose face was also deathly pale.
He had just heard what the doctor said, and his legs felt weak.
Is it really true, as Fu Gang, that jinx, said, that people who are too intelligent are destined to be taken away by Heaven?
My daughter was fine yesterday; she even hugged him and told him to study hard.
No matter how busy you are with work, don't forget to read, especially high school books.
They said the country will definitely reinstate the college entrance examination in the future.
He assumed she had heard it from Old Chen and didn't make a fuss about it.
She also said she left him the design drawings for a brushless motor, in case he didn't get into university.
Let him work hard at the factory and focus on producing this kind of brushless motor in the future.
Then she turned around, hugged Ge Shihui's neck, and acted coquettishly for a while, saying that our country will develop better and better in the future.
In the future, we might even need to allow private individuals to open restaurants!
Let Mom work hard in the future and bring Master Dong down so you can become the head chef.
He kept chattering away, and then he left his wife, who had finally graduated from elementary school, with a lot of homework and exercises.
He saw his wife, who had been enjoying their daughter's affection, suddenly turn her back on their daughter and show a bitter and resentful expression.
He almost burst out laughing.
Now that I think about it, I suddenly feel like my daughter had a vague feeling that she was making arrangements for her funeral.