Rebirth 08: Equipment God

Chapter 222 Xu Xuejun? Impressive!!

Because of Gong Changzhang's previous injury, the project site stipulated that high-precision, high-intensity work could not exceed 6 hours per day, so the first day ended much earlier than Zhai Da had expected.

Excluding the one-hour lunch break, it was only four o'clock when everything was completely finished.

"Teacher Zhai, I'm a big fan of your books. If I bring them tomorrow, could you sign them for me?"

Zhai Da nodded in a friendly manner and said, "That's fine."

The office clerk covered his mouth and said, "I never expected that the master from Harbin Institute of Technology would be you, Master Gong. You must treat our great writer well; he is a cultured person."

Gong Changzhang felt as if he had lost his soul.

Is this kid a writer? Haha.
I suddenly feel like smoking, but unfortunately I've already used up my ten-cigarette quota for today.
Oh, by the way...
Nobody bothered him about smoking anymore.
After calming the book lover down, I reminded her not to post work-related matters online. The young woman said she absolutely wouldn't, as she knew the rules of the organization.

Zhai Da looked at Gong Changzhang, who was staring blankly at the ceiling: "Master Gong, how about we have dinner together tonight? I'm still a little confused about the laser sensor installation process."

Gong Changzhang waved his hand: "Sorry, I have some personal matters to attend to at home. Let's do it tomorrow."

As he spoke, he walked outside.

Tired
Zhai Da thought to himself, "That's so heartless. Didn't I do a great job today?"
His work progress was entirely managed by Gong Changzhang. He could leave when Gong said it was time to go home, but it seemed like staying a little longer wouldn't be a problem.
The site was almost at a standstill, and the ordinary workers were all given a holiday, until Gong Changzhang confirmed that Zhai Da was ready to start work.

Judging from today's situation, that day will come very soon.

Zhai Da thought for a moment, then withdrew his hand from his sleeve and quietly took out the [Pure Gold Secret Staff].

He tapped the table lightly, one tap at a time.

In the sparsely populated factory, the crisp sound was muffled by the sleeves, but it did not affect the effect. The detailed white model of JF12 kept refreshing in Zhai Da's mind.

Vacuum tank, thermal expansion port, damping module
Oh, he also saw the blades he had polished earlier.

That was a really nice job!

He wanted to learn more about this huge facility and combine today's practice with real-world operation.

With no one around, Zhai Da simply sat down, tapping his cane discreetly in his sleeve, occasionally sketching structural diagrams on the manuscript paper when he made a breakthrough.

I was sketching and drawing when, after some time, I suddenly heard someone call my name: "Master Zhai? Master Zhai?"

Zhai Da turned his head and saw that there were actually six or seven people not far away, and he felt ashamed.

As expected, having a god-like perspective doesn't mean he has a god-like brain. He's got the whole map cheat on, yet he doesn't react when someone gets close; his attention is entirely on his equipment.

Apart from Manager Yue, whom I had met during the day, all the newcomers were new faces. One of them, an elderly man, stood at the very front of everyone, exuding an aura of strength.

In this field, if you see someone in their seventies or eighties who hasn't retired yet and is still working...

That's most likely an academician.
Supervisor Yue said to the old man, "Mr. Yu, this is the technical support sent by Harbin Institute of Technology."

The old man raised an eyebrow: "Wow, so young! What's your master's name, young man?"

He knows a lot of people at Harbin Institute of Technology.

Zhai Da quietly put the cane back into his equipment slot and said truthfully, "Xu Xuejun."

The old man hesitated for a long time, then finally gave a thumbs up:

"Amazing"

Perhaps to increase persuasiveness, he pushed his thumb forward a little.

The old man was quite humorous.

Clearly, he hadn't remembered anything, so Supervisor Yue quickly changed the subject:

"This is Academician Yu Hongru, the chief engineer of the JF12 wind tunnel and the founder of the detonation-driven wind tunnel theory."

The main challenge of wind tunnels lies in engineering implementation. Of course, this is not to say that theory is unimportant, but rather that the theory was proposed as early as fifty years ago.

Academician Yu is one of the most important people among them.

Theoretical research always precedes engineering verification by a great deal, and in this respect, Academician Yu is very fortunate.

The theoretical research undertaken at the age of thirty finally found its practical application at eighty—a kind of romance unique to scientists. Academician Yu was in good health; or perhaps, given his advanced age, his brain wouldn't allow his body to malfunction. When the JF12 project was launched, he was remarkably energetic.

This big shot wasn't there to see Zhai Da; he was just making a routine inspection.

Upon learning that Zhai Da was a freshman and the top scorer in the college entrance examination, Academician Yu expressed great interest, feeling a natural sense of witnessing the rise of a younger generation, and wanted to say a few more words.

"Xiao Zhai, how's it feeling in this typhoon tunnel?"

Zhai Dacheng said sincerely, "It was very shocking, especially to learn that it was proposed fifty years ago."

Academician Yu nodded and smiled kindly, “I was about as young as you back then. Well, actually I wasn’t as young as you. It was my teacher who got me to research this and that led me down this path. But back then, the engineering conditions only allowed us to build 10 meters. It took fifty years to go from 10 meters to 250 meters.”

Upon hearing the word "teacher," Zhai Da recalled what Wan Chunrong had said and asked curiously, "May I ask, is your teacher Mr. Qian?"

Academician Yu said cheerfully, "No, that's not it. My teacher is Mr. Guo. Professor Qian proposed the theoretical direction, my teacher was responsible for implementation and progress, and I was responsible for doing the work. Hahaha~ It's similar to you now. You're being guided by Xiao Gong, right?"

To be honest, Zhai Da didn't realize who Mr. Guo was, but that era was indeed a time of great talent and top geniuses.

"By the way, where is Xiao Gong?"

Zhai Da: "Master Gong had to leave early because he had something to do at home."

The boss glanced at his watch; it was only four o'clock.

He didn't say anything.
Supervisor Yue, who was standing nearby, quickly explained, "Master Gong's hand injury hasn't healed yet; theoretically, he's on leave right now."

Old Gong already has enough knives on him today. He's afraid someone won't be able to withstand another one.

Academician Yu nodded and patted Zhai Da on the shoulder: "Be careful not to get hurt. Xiao Gong is too fat, that's why the safety rope pulled his hand out of place."

When the big shot passed by, he saw the manuscript paper on the table, which showed some of the internal structures of the wind tunnel.

I picked it up and stuck it to my reading glasses to take a look. Although it was only a small part, it was exactly the same.
You should know that on-site construction workers can only see the drawings of the part they are responsible for; they are not given the overall drawings. This young man had only been there for a day and drew them all by himself through trial and error.

Zhai Da thought this big shot would praise his painting, but the other party said instead:
"Remember not to take this out with you!"

Zhai Da chuckled dryly, "No, I'm just practicing drawing it to get more familiar with it."

Academician Yu nodded, smiled, and left.

As Zhai Da watched the group's retreating figures, he thought to himself that this big shot was quite interesting.
Old rascal?
With this interruption, Zhai Da lost interest in staying any longer and simply went to the changing room to change his clothes.

He invited Lu Siwen to dinner, offering her a car and a room; he had to make the young lady happy, right?
Make sure Lu Siwen has something nice to eat tonight.

As they were walking outside, Zhai Da's phone rang. It was Wan Chunrong calling.

Zhai Da answered as he walked:

"Sister Wan."

"Xiao Zhai, I heard from them that you've already started working?"

Zhai Da smiled and said, "The first day was just practice; there was no real-world experience."

On the other end of the phone, Wan Jie could faintly hear Wu Qiang scolding his daughter for doing her homework. She moved a little further away and asked, "Are you adjusting well? How are you feeling?"

Just then, Zhai Dalu passed by the huge window that was used specifically for visitors when he came, and saw the entire JF-12 wind tunnel again.

The impact remains.

He admitted that when he first heard Wan Chunrong ask him to be a "throwing knife" (a type of knife), his first reaction was, "What's in it for me?" and "What does it have to do with me?"

But after arriving, I felt it was absolutely worth it.

Even just to see this colossal engineering project.

He was unsure what this "technical knife-throwing" experience in northern Beijing would bring him, as he seemed unlikely to earn a penny and the techniques he was learning were far removed from conventional fields.

But it was exhilarating; it felt like I was participating in the historical process.

He knew very well that the JF12 wind tunnel would eventually succeed, becoming the world's most advanced hypersonic wind tunnel and facilitating the creation of many miracles, and that he himself had left a few screws on it.
Zhai Da then replied:
"Isn't that cool?"

(End of this chapter)