diskusbooks Chapter 719 It's not bad to have a shock once in a while!
Chapter 719 It's not bad to have a shock once in a while!
Just as Jiangxia was lost in his dreams of the future.
Inside the lithography laboratory of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, the murmurs and doubts had not completely subsided. Especially when Jiang Xia's words "a craftsman of the nation" and his painful wails were faintly heard through the receiver, some of the newly arrived support staff showed complicated expressions.
Dr. Lan Ying looked at the group of elites from different units who had gathered here for the same goal, and listened to the buzzing discussion, her brows furrowing slightly.
He took a deep breath and slammed his work notebook heavily onto the lab table next to him!
"Snapped!"
The crisp sound instantly drowned out all the noise! The laboratory fell silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on Dr. Lan Ying.
"Quiet down! Listen up!"
"The comrade speaking on the other end of the phone is no ordinary person! Nor is he an outsider! He is the chief designer of our lithography machine project, and even the entire domestic chip manufacturing process exploration project! Comrade Jiang Xia!"
The title "Chief Designer" was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, creating huge ripples in the laboratory!
The external factory technicians, who had just been whispering doubts about "the wind blowing their tongues" and "which company is so arrogant," froze on their faces with disdain and suspicion, and were immediately replaced by great shock!
Chief designer? The one who wrote that novel production process draft?
The person who pointed out this seemingly impossible path? It was actually... the person who excitedly shouted "national craftsman" into the microphone just now, and who is now banging on the table...?
The stark contrast in their identities left them speechless, their minds nearly shutting down, as they had initially subconsciously assumed that Dr. Lan Ying was the core person in charge.
However, the shock did not last long. The name "Jiang Xia" and the identity of "chief designer" acted like a key, instantly unlocking a box deep in the memories of many people present.
"That voice sounds so young..." A young technician from a support unit, responsible for the temperature control system, nudged his friend.
"Not just young... why does this sound... familiar?" My friend also looked blank and tried hard to remember.
"Ha, how could it not sound familiar!" Researcher Guan, who had been holding back his anger, finally couldn't hold back any longer. He crossed his arms, raised his chin slightly, and spoke with a hint of pride, his voice not loud but clear, penetrating the quiet laboratory. "Look at the 'Unit Analysis Method' copied on the cover of your notebooks. Whose name is in front of the author column? And look at the bottom of the 'Semiconductor Integrated Circuit Manufacturing Process (Draft)' on your team leader's desk. Whose name is that in all that flamboyant signature!"
Xiao Guan had long been dissatisfied with these new recruits who dared to question their "boss" without even knowing the facts. But their boss, Jiang Xia, was always humble and easygoing, and as the boss's number one follower (self-proclaimed), he naturally had to follow suit and not embarrass his boss.
Otherwise, with his fiery temper, he would have already fought these guys eight hundred rounds!
The kind where you swing your fist!
Hmph, do they really think people with the surname "Guan" are some kind of virtuous men and women?
"Oh...it's him!"
"Jiang... Engineer Jiang? The same Engineer Jiang who created that 'Big Yellow Doppelganger'?" A young technician from a certain unit, who was in charge of the temperature control system, suddenly widened his eyes and exclaimed.
"Is it that Jiang engineer who created that magical contraption that allows 'carrier pigeons' to send messages between Big Yellow's clones?"
"So it was him! He's listed as one of the derivators of the core algorithm framework of the simple calculation model we used to simulate the thermal field distribution!" A researcher from a precision instrument factory in Northeast China murmured to himself, his eyes shining.
"The pressure change curve for evaluating the sealing performance of our factory's vapor deposition chamber was also done by Xiao Jiang!" A technician from a water bottle factory in Northeast China chimed in excitedly, his accent thick with emotion. "Hey! That's the guy our factory manager praises in meetings! He says the curve is so accurate, it saved us a ton of work!"
"Ha, so your behavior just now..."
"I've never heard of Xiao Jiang before... The chief engineer of another project in our factory even tried to fool us, pointing to a 'black face' in the newspaper and saying that was Xiao Jiang. Who are they trying to fool! Everyone knows that our Xiao Jiang has impeccable credentials..."
Although not everyone has directly encountered Jiangxia's invention or specific guidance, the short message transmission between "Dahuang clones," a highly disruptive and practical function, has already spread to a small number of authorized collaborating units, and everyone who has come into contact with it is "amazed"!
The doubts that had just been raised quickly receded like a tide.
The person who could create such a groundbreaking tool as the "Big Yellow Doppelganger," the person who could write such an imaginative yet core-pointing technical draft, the person who proclaimed himself a "national craftsman"... it seems that it is not so hard to accept?
At the very least, he has the vision, the qualifications, and the achievement to define and evaluate what a true "national craftsman" is!
At this moment, everyone looked at Master Weng differently. The value of someone who could be so highly praised by this young chief designer and given the title of "national craftsman" is self-evident!
Several straightforward young researchers, realizing that their attitude was problematic, pushed through the crowd without hesitation, strode up to Master Weng, and bowed deeply and solemnly to this unassuming old worker, bowing their backs that they usually stood straight in the laboratory!
"Comrade Weng! I'm so sorry! We were just being naive and judging people by their appearance! Please forgive us!"
"Master Weng, we are so sorry! We were blind to your greatness!"
However, there are also relatively rational ones.
A middle-aged researcher wearing glasses, who appeared more composed, had an apologetic look on his face, but there was still a hint of caution in his eyes.
He didn't immediately pay his respects, but stepped forward, his tone sincere but also carrying the earnestness of a technician: "Master Weng, I apologize for my earlier offense! However, the title 'National Craftsman' carries too much weight."
"I wonder... if you could demonstrate your skills? If you can truly achieve that micron-level fitting precision as the chief designer claims... I, Old Zhang, will treat you to a good meal, all the braised pig's head meat from Old Liu's shop in Dongmen, no shortage!"
As soon as he said this, several technicians around him, who were also looking for confirmation, nodded in agreement.
Even more people joined in the fun and egged them on:
"That's right! Master Weng, show us your skills! We'll be completely convinced!"
"Zhang, you want some pig's head? Count me in! Chef Weng, if you're done, I'll have an extra portion too!"
Master Weng stood in the corner, listening to the people around him discussing the dramatic change in the wind, the exclamations about the "chief designer," the "big yellow clone," and the "miraculous skills," and the sincere apologies and respectful requests... His face, which was already flushed with tension and excitement, turned even redder, as if he were drunk.
But this time, the red color no longer carried simple fear, but rather an indescribable excitement, a sense of immense happiness from being recognized, and even a touch of... overwhelmed shyness.
The chief designer... personally approved him?
The chief designer is that young man I met before? That kind-hearted young man with bright eyes?
He... he actually did so many earth-shattering things!
He... he still values his hands, which are only good for manual labor, so much!
And these researchers in front of us... If they were in the past, they would all be scholars, like xiucai, juren, and daren!
Now, however, they are so sincerely apologizing to him and seeking his advice...
disturbed.
Panic.
The researchers' behavior terrified him so much that he waved his hands repeatedly, his lips trembling as he tried to say something like "No, you mustn't," or "You're making this old man suffer," but he was too nervous to utter a single word.
But beneath this overwhelming fear, an unprecedented, scalding heat was bursting forth from the deepest part of his heart!
His rough, large hands clenched into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, as if only in this way could he suppress the trembling of his body.
He raised his head, his gaze not daring to waver for the first time. He looked first at the group of young men who were bowing and clasping their hands in greeting, his throat bobbing as he spoke in a slightly hoarse voice: "Comrades...please rise...no, no..."
Immediately afterwards, Master Weng's eyes changed slightly, and he looked at Engineer Zhang, who wanted to test his skills, with a mixture of excitement, determination and a hint of stubbornness aroused by the "challenge".
He didn't utter any grand words, but simply nodded emphatically:
"Okay! ... Engineer Zhang, pig's head meat... I've got it. Comrades, watch closely!"
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"Hiss... You're pretty powerful now, aren't you? You've 'suppressed' the whole factory with just your name?"
Dr. Lan Ying was somewhat surprised. She had originally planned to waste a lot of time and effort, but she didn't expect that after just saying the first sentence, the matter would proceed in a more formal manner.
"That's quite convenient! Your titles are so useful, are you holding several chief engineer titles?"
"Please have mercy on me, I'm almost crying now. I've dug myself a huge hole, and I don't know if I'll ever be able to bury it in my lifetime..." Jiang Xia's voice came through the phone, trembling with tears.
"Oh dear, my comrades are so kind to me. By the way, seriously, that hardware multiplier circuit is really important. Aunt Lanying, let's work on that first and see if we can add the division and complex function operation modules to the board together."
"Okay, like I said before, you provide the direction, and we'll go all out!"
"Okay, I'll hang up now. I'll wait for good news..."
"Hmm, but... it's been a while since we've seen you. Why are you so emotional? You even started crying? Were you moved by the support of your comrades?"
With the matter resolved, Dr. Lan Ying, in a very good mood, couldn't help but tease Xiao Dai Mao, who had a slightly tearful nasal voice.
Little Dai Mao hung up the phone speechlessly.
He would never tell Dr. Lan Ying that he had just tested his "sudden inspiration" by using his own head as a club and having a close encounter with a mahogany table.
It's like an old monk striking a wooden fish.
If you ask whether it works well...
Jiangxia can only tell you tearfully that it's hard to say whether it will work, but her forehead really hurts!