"Thank you everyone, thank you everyone."

Yang Fan said this to everyone again.

The wonderful class has been finished, and it is ten o'clock in the evening. Everyone started to leave the venue with unsatisfactory feelings, and walked out of the training room while communicating.

"Director Yang spoke very well."

"Luckily I'm here, I feel like I've gained a lot."

"I have taken several pages of notes. I will take a good look at them these days and summarize them."

“…”

Everyone returned home with a full load and had a high evaluation of this class. If they were not good, there was no one. Not only young designers, but also those senior and backbone designers. I feel that Yang Fan has talked a lot of practical information, and their understanding of modular design has improved a lot.

Zhao Yulan walked to Yang Fan and said, "Xiao Yang, you amazed me again. You can be a teacher in college at this level."

"Sister Zhao, you praised me too high again."

Both of them laughed. In fact, before Yang Fan was reborn, he was not only an excellent ship designer, but also a special professor at a certain university. He would occasionally give lectures to college students.

Others, such as directors and deputy directors of some design rooms, would come over to shake hands with Yang Fan, praise him, or say some words of thanks before leaving the training room.

In a few minutes, the people in the training room were almost gone.

Several comrades from the training department were busy placing the tables and chairs neatly. As for the garbage such as fruit peels and paper scraps, it seemed that there was really no one.

Maybe it’s because everyone has a relatively high quality and no one throws these things around.

Yang Fan was also preparing to pack up and leave the training room. He had been talking for more than two hours in a row, but he was really a little dry. It would be great if he could drink something or eat something.

Just as he was about to leave, Liu Yong came over and put two "steel-making workers" on Yang Fan's notebook, and then said: "Director Yang, I haven't seen such a good class in a long time. According to the regulations in the institute, this is your teaching fee."

Ten dollars!

Yang Fan was very happy, and he didn't expect that there would be such unexpected gains.

Senior engineers or experts from Donghai Institute are indeed rich in teaching young designers, and the standard starts with two yuan per class, and the highest standard is five yuan per session.

Obviously, when Liu Yong saw that Yang Fan was speaking so well and was the deputy director of the Model Office, he directly gave Yang Fan ten yuan according to the highest standards.

Nowadays, ten yuan is really not a small amount.

It is basically a family of four who spends a week living expenses. If you go to a restaurant, you can eat two or three meals.

"Secretary Liu, I didn't expect that there would be such gains."

Liu Yong said: "This is what you deserve. Just sign a word here. If you have any requests and need Director Yang to give a lecture, I will notify you next time."

“That’s OK.”

Yang Fan agreed and signed the letter, put the two "steel-making workers" into his pocket, and waved his hand: "Secretary Liu, then I'll leave."

"Goodbye Director Yang." Liu Yong waved.

Walking out of the training room, Yang Fan accidentally saw Han Jiang in the corridor outside, "Why are you here and haven't returned to the dormitory?"

Han Jiang looked up and down as if he didn't know Yang Fan, then grabbed Yang Fan's arm and said excitedly: "When did you become so powerful? We have never learned what you said in school."

Yang Fan almost turned red with his old face and his mind was moving very quickly. He had to find a reasonable excuse.

There is indeed no teaching in universities about modular design, because this is a very advanced thing nowadays. There is not much information in this aspect in China, but some foreign language materials will introduce this aspect.

"Comrade Xiao Han, I have told you many times, read more books and study more, how do you do in your daily life?"

this......

Han Jiang rubbed his hands a little embarrassedly. Since he started working, he has occasionally read books and occasionally studied in his spare time. As he said, he wanted to learn English, but he did not persist.

"You... are you learning and mastering by yourself?" Han Jiang asked in disbelief.

"Of course, what do you think?" Yang Fan said, "I have some good books and materials about ship design, and I also have some modular design books and materials. I will go to my place tomorrow to get some, and I will persist in studying every day."

"Forget it, you spare me." Han Jiang shook his head.

He found that if you insist on reading books every day, you can't learn every day. You often read books on a whim, basically based on your mood, and it's hard to persevere.

"Let's go, let's go eat something." Yang Fan suggested.

Finally fooled it. Reading more books and persisting in studying is indeed a good explanation. Otherwise, why do you know so much?

In fact, this is just the knowledge mastered by an outstanding ship designer. Reading and studying usually has some effect, but without those memories, it cannot improve so quickly.

Seeing that there was something to eat, Han Jiang immediately became energetic. As for the things like reading and studying, he temporarily left behind.

"Okay, I know there is a good night snack stall. I'll take you there." Han Jiang said.

If it were two or three years earlier, there would be very few private restaurants in Donghai City, but now there are gradually more and more. Although it is not as everywhere as it is now, there are always three or two on a street.

Some self-employed people are smarter. When they see money making, they simply set up stalls at night, set up a few tables on the street and set up stoves. They earn a lot of money in one night.

The two have a good relationship, and they are chatting and walking.

After leaving the building, Han Jiang even said: "I bought a new bicycle, and we rode it together. It was not far away, and it was just over ten minutes."

Seeing that it was night, Yang Fan suggested to be safe: "Let's stop riding a bicycle, let's take my car."

Your car?

Aren’t you the same permanent one? Is my bicycle the same brand? Could it be that the two of us big men ride the same bicycle?

The quality of the permanent 28-year-old carries is good and the load capacity is strong. Many people use it to transport things. There is no problem with an adult sitting in the back seat.

only......

When Han Jiang asked in a nutshell, he was a little stunned when he walked into front of a Yangtze River 750 motorcycle with Yang Fan.

"This, this, this is what you said about the car, this is yours."

"Of course it's mine." Yang Fan took out the key like a magic trick, rode the 750 and started it, shouting to Han Jiang who was still stunned, "What a god, get in the car quickly."

Han Jiang then realized, "Oh", then climbed onto the car's squad and sat in the car's squad.

Set off!

Yang Fan refueled gently and the car got faster. The roar seemed very cool, especially on the nights at around 10 o'clock.

It was not until he left the East China Sea Institute and drove on the street outside that Han Jiang came to his senses completely, "Brother Fan, you really bought this."

Motorcycle.

Yangtze River 750 Motorcycle!

Nowadays, owning a motorcycle is definitely not a little worse than having a good car worth hundreds of thousands of dollars now. It is also a symbol of wealth and status.

Anyway, Han Jiang looked at Yang Fan with envy and asked where the car was bought. When Yang Fan told him that it was bought by the unit, he told him why he didn't have such good luck.

He was on a business trip a few days ago, and he really didn't encounter this.

After a while, Han Jiang smiled and said, "Brother Fan, lend me a few days to drive, so I can enjoy it too. How about it?"

Facing his brother and best friend, Yang Fan said readily: "Yes, but you have to work hard on yourself."

"No problem, no problem!"

Han Jiang said two "no problem". Now, he was extremely happy and even a little excited. He did not expect that he could also live with the addiction to riding a motorcycle.

"Brother Fan, right in front, have you seen it?"

Yang Fan nodded and saw the open-air stall, which had four or five tables on the street, and many people were eating there.

After the two sat down at a table, Han Jiang insisted on treating the guests and said that after driving the motorcycle, they would be filled with fuel and sent it over.

Yang Fan laughed.

The two of them ate for more than an hour and saw that they had to go to work tomorrow. Han Jiang was about to go back after checking out.

Yang Fan took out the key and threw it over, and said loudly: "Come on, let's go back to the dormitory."

"I'll drive!"
Chapter completed!