What does it mean to get a perfect score on the college entrance exam but then go missing?

"Boss, are you asleep?"

Staff Officer Guo gently knocked on the door of the east bedroom.

"The scientists are ready, right here."

A few seconds later.

The bedroom door opened, and Song Jingcheng, while buttoning his shirt, looked at the two people outside with a puzzled expression.

"Didn't we agree to meet at the West China Hall? Why did you bring me here?"

Staff Officer Guo explained, "I didn't expect that Qin and Professor Song were friends and happened to be coming to my house for a dinner, so I intercepted them."

Upon hearing this...

Surprised, Song Jingcheng had to take another look at the boy in front of him.

His eagle-like gaze scanned Qin Ze back and forth.

Qin Ze was completely stunned.

He knew the scientists who completed the Yunji project were young, but he never expected them to be this young.

They even seem a bit immature.

Three seconds later.

Song Jingcheng burst into laughter: "So you're Zhiyu's friend! That's wonderful! You'll have to help Zhiyu out more in the future."

"???"

Qin Ze was completely dumbfounded.

What do you mean by asking me to mentor her?

she!

The youngest professor at the university, even the president is afraid of him.

The most crucial thing!

She still lives on Xishan Road, who would dare to help her out?

"Grandpa, you must be joking."

Qin Ze quickly waved his hand.

"I'd be more like a servant to Professor Qin, carrying his shoes."

"Hahaha!" Song Jingcheng laughed. "Her professorship isn't worth much, but you really need to give her a hand academically in the future."

Qin Ze pouted after hearing this: "Grandpa, I'm a student."

"That won't be the case anymore, please come in."

Song Jingcheng stepped aside and invited Qin Ze into the room.

Staff Officer Guo immediately had a flash of inspiration, drew back the curtains in the room, and brewed fresh tea for the two of them.

Song Jingcheng walked slowly to the sofa and took out a pack of cigarettes.

Just as he was about to light it, he suddenly looked up and asked, "You don't smoke, do you?"

Qin Ze: "I don't smoke, you smoke yours."

"I'm sorry, but I'll have to expose you to some secondhand smoke."

Song Jingcheng lit a cigarette, looked up, and asked.

How old were you in 01?

Qin Ze: "I wasn't even born in 01."

"Oh, right, you're only eighteen."

Song Jingcheng said thoughtfully.

"Then you probably won't remember anything from 01 either."

"That year, an EP-3 flew into our airspace."

"We scrambled two J-8s to intercept them."

"As a result, the EP-3 made a sharp turn without any warning, which caused the vertical stabilizer of a J-8 to be smashed."

"After the pilot ejected, he underwent a 14-day rescue operation but was ultimately pronounced dead."

"That year, I was the commanding officer of a grassroots air force unit, and I personally handled the aftermath."

"When I met the pilot's family, I felt a mix of emotions, and I felt very humiliated."

Seeing the old man's moved expression, Qin Ze felt deeply sympathetic.

The J-8 is a high-altitude interceptor, but its weakness lies in low-altitude, low-speed performance.

The EP-3 was clearly not the most suitable aircraft for surveillance and interception.

But there was no other way at the time; those were the limitations.

Song Jingcheng explained.

"I won't even go into the hard differences in equipment."

"The key is that this gap creates a natural psychological disadvantage for us."

"The Air Force is not like the Army, which can conquer the world simply by relying on its fine traditions and style."

"Therefore, our air force endured this humiliation for 25 years."

"Over the past 25 years, I have been promoted from a junior officer in the Air Force to a senior officer in the service, and now to my current position."

"I have never forgotten the pain I felt when I informed the pilot's family of his death."

"Until yesterday."

"YJ3A goes to the meeting alone, making a low-altitude breakthrough against the Reagan."

"I never imagined that one day in my life I would witness the moment of washing away my shame."

"I have to thank you."

talking.

Song Jingcheng stood up and saluted Qin Ze.

Qin Ze immediately waved his hand: "No, no, no! It's nothing, it's all my duty."

"Haha, that's an interesting response."

Song Jingcheng took a liking to the confident child in front of him.

"As the main creator of this project, I deserve to be rewarded."

"I'm thinking of sending you to Bureau 13 to be an engineer."

Are you interested?

Qin Ze: "What kind of game is the 13th inning?"

Staff Officer Guo stepped forward and explained, "This is an organization established by the state specifically to solve cutting-edge scientific problems."

"All members of the organization are the top scientists in the country and leaders in their respective fields."

"Bureau No. 13 is not under the leadership of any organization and reports directly to the highest level."

Qin Ze: "What's the compensation like? Are there bonuses?"

Upon hearing this...

Song Jingcheng was somewhat disappointed.

But he can understand.

Qin Ze is, after all, just a child, so it's normal for him to have some material desires.

He then explained, "The 13th Bureau is a gathering place for the nation's top scientists, so the treatment is naturally better than usual."

"The salary is at level three, less than 20,000 yuan per month."

"But the prize money is substantial."

"A scientist of your caliber must earn at least a million a year."

Song Jingcheng spoke cautiously.

Scientists who make it into the top 13 are all top-notch in their respective fields.

Any one of their achievements would be worthy of an award.

It's like a joke that each person receives an average of three to five national-level awards every year.

So the bonus is just like a fixed salary; you can never spend it all.

An annual income of over one million is already quite good for researchers.

After all, the path they chose offers lower material rewards than other routes.

But Qin Ze frowned when he heard the number.

High bonuses, low wages.

This means there's still a possibility that they can't afford to support Brother Tongzi.

If the money can't be deposited into the system, what's the point of having so much money?

So he shook his head.

"Forget it, I'd rather stay at school."

Song Jingcheng could hardly believe his ears: "Why?"

"Because I'm still young, I need to go to school."

Qin Ze's skill in lying through his teeth has reached a level of perfection.

to be honest.

The school also provides access to research projects and some financial support.

If I went to the 13th Bureau, I would only be able to earn a fixed salary.

Qin Ze could clearly distinguish between what was more important and what was less important.

But his refusal had a significant impact.

Song Jingcheng and Staff Officer Guo were both dumbfounded.

This was the first time they had ever met someone who could refuse 13 innings.

Before this, no matter what kind of scientist they were, they would immediately turn up their noses when they heard that Bureau 13 wanted them.

It's absolutely impossible to refuse.

Because the number 13 not only represents recognition from the scientific community, but also means they will have the best working environment.

"no."

Song Jingcheng pressed for an answer.

"Young man, do you not understand the level of a 13th inning?"

Qin Ze waved his hand and said, "I understand, but no matter how good it is there, I just want to stay at school."

"But what can you do at school?"

Song Jingcheng pressed for an answer.

"Your work in fighter jet development has far surpassed the level of the university."

Qin Ze immediately replied, "But in other fields, I'm still a novice; I still need to learn."

"We may have a temporary lead in fighter jets, but what about other areas?"

"My dream is to see our planes blot out the sky."

"Our tanks are like an iron torrent."

"We see our ships setting sail in unison."

"My journey with the university will be to the stars and the sea."