The next day.
New Year's Day.
Early in the morning, the people at the research institute were once again woken up by Zhang Ye. This time, it was not the song "Tears Behind Prison Bars" that woke them up, but Zhang Ye's loud voice.
"I'm a father!"
"This bro is a father!"
"I have a daughter!"
"Hahahahaha!"
Some people cover their heads with quilts.
Someone rolled his eyes on the bed.
They were already used to being woken up by Zhang Ye every day. This fellow was even more punctual than an alarm. Every morning at this time, he would definitely make some noise. They could not figure out what was going on with Zhang Ye's brain. He was even singing sadly last night. Besides, his wife had clearly given birth last night. If he didn't wake them up yesterday, why did he only react today? Your brain circuit is too slow! Sure enough, geniuses were all weirdos. Normal people couldn't understand them.
The cafeteria.
Many of them only realized that Zhang Ye was the one cooking when they arrived.
Chi Xue said, "Professor Zhang, are you cooking?"
Fellow Zhou was also amused. "Are you good at cooking?"
Fellow Chi and the others were also looking suspiciously at Zhang Ye, who was busy over there.
Zhang Ye smiled and said, "That's for sure. But this is a cauldron rice, so it's not easy to prepare. This is also my first time cooking with a cauldron. Whether it's delicious or not, it all depends on it. We have limited resources here. If we were outside, I would have treated you to Beijing Restaurant, but here, we'll just have to make do."
Everyone sat down and tasted it. The taste was actually not bad.
"Delicious, delicious."
"Professor Zhang's skills are pretty good."
"Congratulations, you have a son."
Everyone congratulated him again.
Zhang Ye thanked them one by one.
Chi Xue asked, "What song did you sing at night?"
A female researcher asked, "Yeah, what's his name?"
Zhang Ye smiled. "'The Gift'."
Chi Xue nodded. "It sounds good."
A young researcher said, "Yeah, I cried listening to it."
Zhang Ye said, "So this bro has a goal now. I want to think of a way to get home!"
Hearing that, the guard, Zhou Xiaohe, immediately looked at Zhang Ye warily.
Zhang Ye rolled his eyes. "Why are you looking at me? This bro wants to walk out openly. Do you think I'm breaking out of prison? Anyone in China can escape from prison. Do you think it's possible for me? "
Zhou Xiaohe made a sound of acknowledgment and agreed.
When everyone heard this, they also laughed out loud.
Yes, anyone could break out of prison except for Zhang Ye. Break out of prison? How could he do that? If they ran out, they could hide their identities and find a place where no one would recognize them, but what about Zhang Ye? How could he hide his identity? In the whole of China, in the whole of Asia, is there anyone who doesn't know him?
For the entire morning, Zhang Ye's excitement did not subside. The feeling of becoming a father was really different. That feeling was indescribable. And when Zhang Ye got his child's photo, that feeling was even more so. He felt so blissful that his chest was almost filled to the brim.
Small arms.
Calves.
It was too cute.
Zhang Ye could not bear to let go of the photo.
Chi Xue smiled and said, "I asked someone to find it. I reckon you'll need it."
Zhang Ye beamed. "I really need it!"
Then, Zhang Ye went around the research institute showing off. As long as he saw someone, Zhang Ye would grab them and start chatting with them.
"Xiao Liu, this is my daughter!"
"Aiyo."
"How is it?"
"How cute!"
"Of course!"
"Old Li, come, come, come, take a look at my daughter!"
"Heh, not bad."
"Isn't she pretty?"
"Yes, she's pretty."
"Dr. Hu, have you seen my daughter's photo?"
"Not yet."
"Hurry up and see if she looks like me."
"Uh, she really doesn't look like you."
"What? She looks exactly like me!"
"How is this the same? She clearly looks like your wife. "
"Look at her fingernails. Don't they look like they were carved out of the same mold as me?"
"I'm gonna faint. Even fingernails count?"
He didn't even know how to describe it.
At noon, Zhang Ye even asked for a photo frame from Fellow Zhou's office and placed his daughter's photo in it. He placed it on the desk in his room and would look at it with a smile. Then he would pick it up and kiss it. He was really excited.
I have to get out of here as soon as possible. My daughter is still waiting for me!
As such, Zhang Ye closed the door to his room, rolled up his sleeves, and took a deep breath. Then he threw himself back into work in high spirits. He was full of fighting spirit!
One hour.
Three hours.
Five hours.
11: 30 PM.
A shout suddenly came from Zhang Ye's room. "It's done!"
Then, one by one, Zhang Ye knocked on the doors of the rooms!
"Fellow Zhou, hurry up and come to my room!"
"What are you doing in the middle of the night?"
"Aiyo, stop sleeping. Hurry, hurry, hurry!"
"Sister Chi, wake up, wake up!"
"What are you doing?"
"You'll know when you get over here! Hurry up! "
A lot of people were woken up by Zhang Ye.
Everyone got dressed and got out of bed. Then they all went to Zhang Ye's room.
Chi Xue was very depressed. "It's the new year. What's going on?"
Zhang Ye smiled. "There's been some major progress on my project!"
Fellow Chi said angrily, "Your project? What project do you have? Haven't you already worked out the mathematical algorithm? "
"Yeah." Fellow Zhou was also wondering. "Where did you get the project from?"
Zhang Ye rolled his eyes. "Have you guys forgotten? The project that was given to me last time. "
Fellow Zhou had really forgotten. "Which one? When did I give it to you? "
Chi Xue looked stunned. "Y-You mean the latest generation of aircraft engines?"
Engines?
That project that no one had managed to tackle in the past few decades?
Everyone was dumbfounded!
Zhang Ye laughed. "That's it. Come, have a look." He gestured around the room. The walls, the table, and even the floor and bed were covered with diagrams and data.
Chi Xue was very surprised. "Did you really take it for real?"
Zhang Ye said, "Didn't I say it already? I'll take on this project! "
Fellow Chi said, "You're a mathematician, so what kind of engine are you researching?"
Zhang Ye smiled and said, "Mathematics and physics are inseparable."
Fellow Zhou was quite shocked. "There's really progress?"
"It's a major progress!" Zhang Ye corrected.
Chi Xue also quickly looked down.
A group of doctorates and professors went up to take a look.
"What kind of model is this?"
"It really does look like it."
"Does Professor Zhang really know physics and mechanical engineering?"
"Will this model work?"
"Isn't it a little unrealistic?"
"Uh, I don't understand it."
"This doesn't seem to work, right?"
A lot of people were frowning, unable to figure out what was going on.
If they could understand what Zhang Ye had created with just a glance, then the Chinese people's engine dreams wouldn't have been left unrealized for so many years. The things involved were too complicated. It would be very difficult for anyone who wasn't specialized in the research of combat aircraft engines to understand anything.
He curled his lips and said, "Your standards aren't high enough, so it's normal that you can't understand it. Fellow Chi, quickly help me submit this to the higher-ups. I'm sure there will be people who can understand what I'm talking about. I need money, manpower, and equipment. As long as you give me all of these and give me some time, I guarantee that I'll fulfill your engine dreams. I, Zhang Ye, am a man of my word!"
Engine dreams?
Was that something that could be fulfilled so easily?
Everyone rolled their eyes. You're saying that we don't understand? Don't tell me you understand? You're not writing blindly to deceive people, are you?
Everyone was very doubtful.
Fellow Chi and Fellow Zhou were the same.
But since this matter was too big and Zhang Ye had made such a bold promise, they had to take it seriously. Although they felt that Zhang Ye was too unreliable, after some discussion, they still got someone to organize the information and sent it to the higher-ups overnight. In any case, it was all Zhang Ye's idea that came up with as a layman. If the higher-ups criticized them, Zhang Ye would be there to take the blame. They would not have to bear the responsibility.
After that, everyone went back to their rooms to rest.
Lying in bed and thinking about this matter, they found it a little funny.
Building an engine?
Hai, aren't you overthinking it?
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