The train driver in the courtyard

The total amount of material is less than two thousand words.

Xu Lanruo and Professor Chen put on their glasses and looked at it carefully for a full ten minutes.

They raised their heads and their eyes met, and they both saw deep shock in each other's eyes.

"Mr. Chen, you are an expert in aerospace, so you should explain it." Xu Lanruo spoke first.

Professor Chen picked up the paper with trembling hands and said, "Comrade, can I ask where you got this material from?"

"No." The stranger frowned.

Old Chen was stunned and said to himself: "I neglected it. There are only two places in the world with this kind of technology, one is the Star City in Moscow, and the other is the Earth Simulation Base in northern Iceland.

Judging from the details of these two technologies, it is the style of the old Russians, that is to say."

The stranger stared at him and patted the table: "Expert, the source of the technology has nothing to do with you. You just need to determine whether the technology is useful."

“Useful? Useful is not enough to describe the value of these two technologies. You may not be able to understand the technical details.

Let’s put it this way: centrifuge technology is a key and essential technology for training astronauts.

Although our country has not yet launched a space program, we can definitely apply it to pilot training!"

Professor Chen tightly grasped the material paper and said with a little excitement: "Initially we offered a high price to the Russian experts and tried to buy the relevant technology, but were ruthlessly rejected.

The reason is simple, because this technology can greatly shorten the pilot training time and improve the training efficiency.”

"Although the technology in the material is not fully recorded and it seems that it was not recorded by professionals, the core technical points have been accurately recorded. We can fully develop our own centrifuge based on this."

"As for the second space weightlessness technology, although it is not as important as the centrifuge technology, it can also be used to train fighter pilots' reaction ability in a weightless environment, and it plays an important role in improving the overall quality of pilots."

The stranger nodded slightly, and then asked: "In your opinion, what key technical details need to be supplemented to improve the centrifuge technology?"

"The manufacture of centrifuges requires the use of special materials that can withstand extremely high stress and are corrosion-resistant. However, the details related to the materials are not mentioned in this document." As soon as expert Chen said this, he realized that he seemed a little greedy.

He knew very well that these technologies must have been acquired through special and difficult channels, and the materials used in manufacturing were almost impossible to obtain.

"Materials. I understand."

The stranger nodded thoughtfully, then stood up, stretched out his hands and shook hands with the two experts one by one, saying, "Let's stop here for today. If there is any further technical information sent to us later, I will trouble you two to help identify it."

After saying this, the stranger left a copy, put the original materials into a file bag, and walked out of the office.

The office fell into silence.

After a long while, Professor Chen turned his head and looked at Xu Lanruo: "Xiao Xu, can they really get the materials here?"

"How is this possible! Professor Chen, you are also an aviation technician and should be aware of the confidentiality of aviation materials. Even people in Star City cannot access those materials." Xu Lanruo smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Yes, our comrades are already very impressive to be able to obtain these technologies. If you want more, it would be wishful thinking." Professor Chen said with some emotion.

Afterwards, Xu Lanruo handed the copy to Mr. Qian in accordance with the regulations.

He stayed in Mr. Qian's office for a full thirty minutes before leaving.

The farmer received a call from the Fifth Academy of National Defense in the evening.

After hanging up the phone, he rubbed his hands unconsciously.

Then, a hearty laugh burst out from his mouth, echoing in the office for a long time.

"I never thought that this guy had just arrived in Moscow not long ago, but he had already successfully obtained such a crucial technology! It's amazing! He is worthy of being my apprentice!"

The old cat standing nearby was muttering in his heart, what big trouble has driver Li caused again? !

He waited for the farmer to regain his composure, then leaned over and whispered, "The target of surveillance went to Coal Hill yesterday."

The smile on the farmer's face gradually disappeared and his eyes became fixed.

******
"Dear Comrade Zoya, I didn't expect you to have a special liking for Pushkin's poetry."

In the coffee shop filled with rich aroma in Star City, Li Aiguo leaned comfortably in his chair and recited slowly in a soothing and magnetic voice.

"In a foreign land, I devoutly and strictly observe the ancient customs of my motherland: on a sunny spring festival, I let a little bird regain its freedom. I feel infinite comfort in my heart."

After reading it, Li Aiguo turned his head and looked out the window. He was really worried that lightning would strike.

Zoya was originally bringing the coffee cup to her lips, preparing to take a sip, but when she heard this familiar verse, her movements froze in an instant and she was stunned.

She asked in surprise: "Comrade Li, you also understand Pushkin?"

Li Aiguo picked up the coffee cup and took a sip of coffee: "This little bird contains deep compassion and warmth, reflecting the poet's deep attachment to his hometown and deep compassion for life. From the perspective of poetry art, it has reached the pinnacle."

Well, the taste of this coffee is really far inferior to that of tea.

Especially the Russians like to add barley to their coffee, which makes me feel like an animal when I drink it.

Andre was sitting opposite him, and when he saw this pretentious guy, the corners of his mouth twitched twice.

This guy was discussing with him last night which minority ethnic group's costumes among those Ukrainian minority girls were more beautiful.

Now he has turned into a great poet.

However, when Andrei saw the excitement flashing in Zoya's eyes, he couldn't help but feel confused.

Does poetry really have such a strong appeal to young girls?
Zoya blushed slightly, her eyes sparkling with excitement, and said, "Comrade Li, you are absolutely right! Pushkin's poetry is like a window to another world.

I have always felt that anyone who can truly understand Pushkin’s poetry must have a delicate and passionate heart.”

Li Aiguo smiled, his eyes revealing a hint of pride. He gently put down the coffee cup and continued, "Yes, Comrade Zoya, the charm of poetry lies in its ability to transcend the limitations of time and space and touch the softest corners of people's hearts.

Pushkin's works are not just a combination of words, but also a true portrayal of his love and pursuit of life, love and his motherland."

Li Aiguo said seriously: "In fact, I am a poet."

"Puff!" Andre spat out a mouthful of coffee, causing Zoya to frown.

This person is friends with Aiguo, why is his quality so poor?

Andre took out a silk handkerchief and hastily wiped the corners of his mouth, saying awkwardly, "This coffee is too sour."

Zoya: “.”

She decided to ignore this second-generation rich man who only knew how to eat, drink and have fun, and turned to look at Li Aiguo.

"Dear comrade, you are also a poet?"

Li Aiguo straightened his collar and said slowly:
"In the silent Gobi Desert, the moonlight shines on the launch pad

The giant steel arrow carries hope and expectation

The astronauts are dressed in silver-white uniforms, their eyes are as firm as the sea

Step into the unknown, fearless of the vast sea of ​​stars
The rocket roars, breaking through the obstacles in the sky
The flames illuminate the darkness and break free from the earth's wandering
"

After reading it, he took a sip of coffee under Zoya's admiring gaze and said, "My poetry is just average, sorry to make fun of me."

Zoya's eyes widened: "This poem perfectly shows the greatness of astronauts."

Andrei was getting a little impatient listening to them. He deliberately coughed twice and interrupted their conversation: "Hey, you two, stop talking about those profound poems. The awards will be presented tomorrow. Where are we going to visit today?"

Seeing that it was getting late, Li Aiguo and Zoya ended the poetry coffee party.

In the past, it was Zoya who arranged the tour itinerary.

But this time, before she could speak, Li Aiguo raised his hand: "Comrade Zoya, if possible, I would like to ride a centrifuge myself and experience the real training of astronauts.

As you know, I am a poet looking for inspiration for new poems."

Well, that makes sense.

Zoya also felt that she should do her best to contribute to the poet's new poetry, but she still had some concerns.

"Patriotic comrade, centrifuge training is very strenuous, even astronauts find it difficult to endure. I am worried about you."

"A poet can endure any hardship for the sake of great poetry."

At this moment, the great poet Li Aiguo stood with his hands behind his back and his neck raised thirty-five degrees. The sunlight fell on him, giving him a layer of light golden light.

Zoya was fascinated by what she saw and nodded heavily: "I'll find a way."

"Minister, Zoya is accompanying that Oriental man to the training center again. Are you still going to keep an eye on him?"

As soon as Semenov entered the office, he received a report from the Cheka.

These days, the Oriental man followed Zoya around almost the entire base.

Orientals seem to be interested in everything, but they cleverly avoid confidential areas.

Semenov also followed behind and watched, but didn't notice anything.

The Chekas under his command all felt that Semenov was targeting Orientals.

But Semenov knew that the biggest problem was having no problem.

That Oriental man must have a very big plan.

"Watch it. Not only will I be watching it myself, but from now on, raise the base's alert level by one level."

There was a fierce gleam in Semenov's eyes. He took out a pistol from the drawer and loaded it into the chamber.

As long as he finds any clues, he will execute the opponent on the spot without giving the general a chance to intervene.

As for the real purpose of this Oriental man, he no longer cared.

The Chekas nearby looked at each other and thought that Semenov had gone insane, but they all dared to express their opinions.

When Semenov arrived at the training center, he saw Li Aiguo talking to an astronaut and subconsciously wanted to get closer.

Before he could hide behind the wall, Li Aiguo waved at him: "Comrade Semenov, come over here too. You have been following far away these days, and you feel lonely. I like making friends."

Semenov was stunned and for a moment he couldn't understand Li Aiguo's intention.

It wasn't until the astronaut shouted that he reacted.

Semenov walked over and nodded to the astronaut: "Comrade Gagarin, is it your turn to train today?" Semenov had a good impression of Gagarin.

This guy is the most outstanding one among the six-man commando team, and he may very likely fly into space on behalf of the Russians in the future.

Gagarin was very modest and smiled: "Uncle Semenov, I have just finished my training and am explaining to this comrade from the East what it feels like to be a astronaut. He has promised me that he will write a poem for us astronauts."

"Poetry?" Semyonov was a little confused.

He has already confirmed that the oriental boy is an agent. How could an agent not steal secrets but become a poet?

Zoya's attitude towards Semenov was as bad as before. She raised her chin and said, "Comrade Li Aiguo is a great poet."

Semenov had also recovered by now, and he decided to just stand by and see what this guy was going to do.

What was beyond Semenov's expectations was that Li Aiguo started talking to Gagarin about all sorts of things.

The content of the talk is indeed the astronauts' feelings, their understanding of the universe, the astronauts' inner thoughts and other long-winded things, which do not involve any secrets.

Gagarin suddenly said: "Patriotic comrade, Zoya just told me that you want to try the centrifuge. Come, I will tell you how to operate it first."

Semenov was startled and stepped forward to stop him: "Gagarin, the centrifuge is an important equipment. According to regulations, guests cannot use it."

Gagarin pleaded: "It is difficult to understand the real feelings of astronauts without personal experience. Uncle Semenov, please, just let him do one round."

Zoya’s attitude was not as good as Gagarin’s: “Comrade Semenov, the centrifuge belongs to the Star City Base and has nothing to do with your Ministry of Internal Affairs.

If you want to stop us, you can ask the general now and ask him to give the order to drive us all out."

Andre originally thought that Li Aiguo was fooling around by riding in the centrifuge and did not approve of it at all.

Now seeing Semenov trying to stop him, he immediately perked up.

The second-generation rich man said: "I have obtained the general's permission to bring guests to visit the base. If anyone wants to stop me, then I can only go and tell the general."

He is now almost like a little kid who goes to his parents to complain.

It looks a bit funny, but when the parent is a general who holds great power and can execute people at any time, the whole thing is not funny anymore.

Semenov also knew what centrifuge training was all about.

The expression on his face changed rapidly, and he suddenly laughed twice: "Mr. Poet, if you want to understand the feelings of astronauts, then go easy on it."

Semenov turned around and stood aside, with his arms folded, looking as if he was enjoying the show.

With the help of Gagarin, Li Aiguo entered the centrifuge and then the centrifuge started.

Before the start, Gagarin specifically reminded Li Aiguo: "There is a red button at hand. During the training, if you feel that you can't go on, press it to stop the training."

Whirring whirring
Fifteen minutes later.

The centrifuge stopped and the hatch opened, but Li Aiguo collapsed in his chair, unable to get down.

His facial muscles were severely deformed due to the strong pulling force, tears flowed out unconsciously, and he felt difficulty breathing. He sat there gasping for breath, and his lungs were like a broken bellows.

"How do you feel?" Semenov walked forward and asked in a sarcastic tone.

Li Aiguo took a deep breath, slowed down, and smiled: "The flesh on my face was running back, and time seemed endless. I felt like I had been in there for more than ten years, and everything around me was pitch black."

Zoya felt a little distressed, took out a handkerchief to help Li Aiguo wipe his tears, and said angrily: "It is difficult for ordinary astronauts to last for fifteen minutes. Why don't you press the red button?"

Li Aiguo leaned back in his chair, enjoying the considerate care.

"Press it, and the road to your dreams of the universe will be cut off."

Li Aiguo pondered: "Walking in space, my body is as leisurely as floating catkins.

Every step of exploration will rearrange history
Face the unknown and bravely solve the mystery
Writing with life, the grandeur of cosmic exploration

On a long journey, faith is the trump card in your heart

No matter how far away, the dream has never changed

"

The handkerchief paused, and Zoya's eyes lit up as she asked, "Patriotic, what is the name of this poem?"

"dream!"

Li Aiguo pushed Zoya's hand away, stood up, adjusted his collar, and raised his neck to thirty-five degrees.

“It was only when primitive humans had dreams that they could pick up sticks and light fires.

It was only because medieval humans had dreams that they were able to break free from the shackles of religion and enter modern civilization.

Modern humans have dreams, which allow them to overcome gravity and fly into space."

Well, this guy is showing off again. Andrei saw that even Gagarin was amazed this time, and he wondered in his heart: Is it possible that being a poet is a good job for picking up girls? Otherwise, let's find a few old men to give them a crash course.

Now Semenov couldn't figure out whether this oriental boy was an agent.

Are you kidding? How can a poet be an agent?
Especially the poems written by this poet are very good.

However, Semenov did not relax his vigilance and kept watching for two full days until Li Aiguo received one million rubles from the Ministry of Aviation Industry. Only then did he secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

Regardless of whether this guy is an agent or not, he will leave Star City tomorrow. As long as we hold on for one more day, all hidden dangers can be eliminated.

Gagarin also participated in the award ceremony. When he learned that the inventor of diapers was Li Aiguo, he grabbed Li Aiguo.

"Mr. Poet, you may not know that you saved my life!"

"What's going on?" Li Aiguo was stunned.

Gagarin explained hesitantly for a while before Li Aiguo finally understood.

Gagarin performed the best among the six-man commando team, and his physical fitness, psychological quality, and professional skills were all first-class.

There is only one drawback - the bladder is too small.

His ability to hold urine ranks last among the six.

After figuring this out, Li Aiguo finally understood why Gagarin would pee on car tires before going into space.

Later, Gagarin was recorded in history, and this peeing became a "sacred ritual" for Russian astronauts.

Men urinate on the tires, and women bring a small bottle and pour water on the tires.

Now that we have diapers, Gagarin no longer needs to pee on the tire. Has this ritual disappeared?
Li Aiguo shook his head and stopped thinking about these things.

After all, he still had to concentrate on the authentic Beijing cuisine in front of him.

The Peking Restaurant in Moscow is a famous Chinese restaurant among the Russians.

Well, there is a Moscow Restaurant in Beijing and a Beijing Hotel in Moscow, which makes sense.

The waiter brought the steaming hot noodles with soybean sauce, and the rich aroma of soybean sauce instantly filled the air.

Pick up a piece of noodles with chopsticks, and you can see each noodle strand is distinct and covered with sauce.

The first thing you taste is the rich salty flavor of the fried sauce, the perfect blend of bean and meat aromas, and the diced meat is stewed just right, tender and juicy.

Soon after, the stewed lamb was served.

The milky white soup was bubbling, with chunks of mutton faintly visible in it.

The mutton is stewed until it is soft and crispy. The meat and bones separate with a light bite, and the tender mutton melts in your mouth.

Zoya changed out of her gray uniform today and put on an old Russian dress called "Braj".

Loose short sleeves, pleated skirt, simple round neck, florals, plaids and stripes, and a belt around the waist.

The simple outfit makes her look radiant and beautiful.

However, at this moment, this beautiful girl felt her heart beating like a deer and was very nervous.

She sat at the dining table, eating her lamb stew in small bites, taking each bite with extreme caution.

At the same time, her eyes always unconsciously glanced at Li Aiguo opposite her, her eyes full of curiosity and speculation.

She really couldn't understand why Li Aiguo brought her to such a high-end and luxurious restaurant.

Zoya secretly looked at the menu just now. Just the few dishes on the table would cost nearly two thousand rubles, not including vodka.

In those days, the salary of an old Russian worker was only 300 rubles, while the salary of a senior fitter and electrician could reach 600 rubles.

The salary of a senior researcher like Zoya is only 2,000 rubles.

Today's meal is equivalent to a month's salary.

If it wasn't something important, who would be willing to spend so much money on treating someone?

Could it be... Zoya seemed to have thought of something, her little heart started beating fast, and the look in her eyes when she looked at Li Aiguo was almost sticky and stringy.

But at this time Li Aiguo was busy eating and didn't notice Zoya's abnormality at all.

After several plates of food were almost finished, Li Aiguo picked up the napkin to wipe the corners of his mouth and reached into his pocket.

Zoya's eyes followed Li Aiguo's movements closely, and her mood instantly became extremely excited.

Her mind was blank, with only one crazy thought echoing in her mind: Oh my God, what is he going to do? Is he proposing to me?
Just when Zoya was full of anticipation and nervousness and almost suffocated, Li Aiguo took out a wooden box from his pocket.

The box is simple and elegant, with some mysterious and ancient symbols engraved on it. The traces of time have left mottled marks on its surface, and you can tell at a glance that it has a long history.

"you……"

Zoya's throat tightened with excitement, and she couldn't say anything when the words came to her lips. Her palms were already covered with fine beads of sweat.

Li Aiguo opened the box.

In an instant, a dazzling antique emerald necklace came into view.

(End of this chapter)