Fan Heng and Fan Wubing, father and son, finally did not escape the mission of going north.

When I heard my father say that he was going to be taken to Beijing to teach the experts of the National Defense Science and Technology Commission, Fan Wubing didn't know what to say. After complaining for a while, he resigned and complained, "I said, Dad, this is obviously a way to make progress for you, why did you provide me with it?"

"What you made is so complicated, I haven't even understood it thoroughly. How can I explain it to others?" Fan Heng said even more aggrievedly, but in fact, just as he said, he had only been to know the general for a whole morning, and Director Zhang asked someone to call him. The plan was also issued in a hurry, so naturally there were many things that didn't understand.

Fan Wubing knew that what his father said was the truth, so he spread his resentment on Director Zhang, "You old Zhang is really. Everyone knows that I am a three-year-old child and are still doing things in trouble. He looks like he is afraid that the world will not be in chaos. I think his intentions are very problematic!"

When talking about Lao Zhang, Fan Heng immediately remembered that Director Zhang wanted to marry a baby last night, and couldn't help but curl his lips and said, "Don't mention Director Zhang, they are going to rush to be your elders."

"What does it mean?" Fan Wubing was a little puzzled.

Fan Heng said what happened last night, and said unforgettably, "Your father, I have bitten the bullet and refused to marry you, but you guys said ok, "Your boy doesn't want to be ugly or stupid! Just wait for your little wife to come to your house!"

When Fan Wubing heard this, he was anxious and shouted at the top of his voice, "This old man Bu Xiu, how can you buy and sell like this? Isn't this a matchmaker? As a party member and my parent, why don't you stand up in time and bravely stop this feudal remnant?! This is not possible, this matter must be made clear! I don't want to have an extra child bride, so how can I make a fortune in the future?! What if his niece is a difficult household, wouldn't I lose money?!"

"What is a difficult household?" Fan Heng was unclear.

"It's just that it's very difficult and no one can stand it." Fan Wubing replied with a headache.

"I guess it's not." Fan Heng thought to himself that Director Zhang was not so shameless, so he forced the ugly woman to others.

"I must firmly resist such arranged marriages!" Fan Wubing clenched his fists and said extremely firmly.

As a result, Director Zhang, the old fox, never showed up in front of the Fan family and his son. It was obvious that he had a ghost in his heart. However, Director Song personally met Fan Wubing and praised him. The Fan family and his son went north with Director Song and arrived in Beijing three days later.

Due to the sudden change in the itinerary, many of the original arrangements were declared invalid. Fan Wubing also wanted to personally tell the fact that the clothing processing equipment was transported back to Panshi City, which was impossible at this moment. So he mentioned this matter in front of Director Song with complaints.

"Introduce foreign capital and process incoming materials?" Director Song frowned when he heard this.

"Why, there are restrictions on it?" Fan Wubing couldn't help but feel nervous, saying, "Don't be fussy anymore, I'm counting on this person who makes some pocket money."

As a senior leader, Director Song naturally has a clear grasp of the policy, because he also participated in the formulation of many policies and policies as the decision-maker. The central government has very clear requirements for reform and opening up, and his attitude is very firm and determined, and his determination is unprecedented.

However, as a national policy promotion, there is a process. Although the main tone of introducing foreign investment has been set, the projects that can be introduced may be large-scale and limited to some specific areas, such as the emerging special zone city Shenzhen, or the old industrial base Shanghai. There is still no precedent in small cities like Panshi, the mainland.

"Incoming materials processing? This is a new development direction!" Director Song looked at Fan Wubing, who was nervous, and couldn't help but smile. He thought that this child really couldn't take it lightly, so he said with a smile, "This matter is very consistent with the policy and the path is new. Let's do this, I'll ask you for your questions."

Fan Wubing immediately smiled happily. He knew what kind of Director Song was. People said they were willing to ask about it, which means that there was no problem with this matter. Originally, the processing of incoming materials was very popular for a while in the early 1980s, and Fan Wubing was just a step ahead.

It was already evening when we arrived in Beijing. The father and son rested in the guesthouse of the National Defense Science and Technology Commission for a night. The next morning, they arrived at the small conference room for the argumentation.

Director Zhang's old fox was already busy in the conference room. Most of the experts attending the meeting were powerful and profound scientific and technological masters. Everyone is an authoritative person in one or more scientific and technological fields. They are also heroes who started from scratch in my country's science and technology from scratch. Many of them are entitled as general.

Everyone in the conference room was talking about the design patterns of the snowstorm torpedo. Although this thing is theoretically feasible, there is still a lot of work to be done to implement it in detail. Everyone just doesn't understand how the designer came to the conclusion that this cavitation weapon can exist, and the concept of 250 knots an hour must have a source, right?

Scientists naturally cannot escape the word rigor and will definitely pursue problems that they cannot understand.

"Dear experts - all old comrades -" Director Zhang signaled everyone to calm down for a moment, and then said, "The designer of the snowstorm torpedo has arrived here. Now ask him to explain the relevant issues to you."

Oh, here we come? Everyone suddenly felt awe. Although they didn't know who the designer of the snowstorm torpedo was, this person must be a great figure who has made great achievements in both theory and practice. Maybe it was an old friend who had been studying for many years. This kind of thing is not uncommon in China.

Fan Heng pulled Fan Wubing to the speech seat on the rostrum, looking at the old experts with white hair below, feeling a little upset.

"Oh--so young---" The old experts saw that the stage was just a young man in his forty years, and they all made a little amazement, saying that I am not alone, and there are successors.

Director Zhang warmly introduced, "Dear experts, Comrade Fan Heng on the stage is the designer of the Storm Torpedo--" The comrades in the audience immediately interrupted Director Zhang's introduction with warm applause. He saw Fan Heng standing there with embarrassment and hurriedly continued, "——father."

Everyone below was suddenly in an uproar, and then they saw a scene that would be unforgettable for their entire lives. A three or four-year-old child was picked up by Fan Heng, sat in the speech seat, and looked at them with his legs raised and smiling.

"I am the designer of Blizzard - Fan Wubing." Fan Wubing said so.
Chapter completed!