When I arrived in Beijing, it was already late at night, and a lantern had been hung in front of the door of Wang's house, which clearly read "Zhou Mansion Funeral".

Cao Chang felt a little dizzy, stumbled and rushed forward.

A few acquaintances at the door, all relatives of the king's office and people from the calculation office, saw that they had come for a long time, and they went up to pay their respects.

After running all the way to the mourning hall for a long time, and when he saw the photo of the king, he knelt down with a puff, kowtowed a few times, and cried out with a wow.

Several colleagues from the computing institute pulled Chang Chang up and kept comforting him.

Only then did he ask: "What's wrong with the king, wasn't it okay not long ago!"

"Alas, we don't know, a few days ago, the king was actually working with a serious illness, and we blind people are still bothering him, 55555"

"Uncle Wang, why did you leave like this!" Cao Changjiu's tears couldn't stop flowing.

If there are any elders in this world, it can only be Gao Tuan and Wang Suo, Gao Tuan he has little contact, Wang Suo is with him day and night, and really cares about him.

Who knew that he left so silently, and he didn't even see him for the last time, and he caused him so much trouble.

After keeping watch all night, and taking care of trivial matters with the Wang's family for a long time, he really wanted to do something to make up for his mistakes.

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When the body was finished, Cao Changjiu suddenly felt that he had no relatives in this world, and he couldn't help but feel sad.

The affairs of the 757 project team of the computing institute are in a mess, Wang is not in detail during his lifetime, and he is bound to bow down, but now that he is gone, the team members are not used to thinking on their own, and they don't know who to ask for instructions when something goes wrong.

The superiors didn't know what to think, and they didn't send a successor for a long time, and now the 757 project team is just moving forward by inertia according to the previous process.

Cao Changjiu was calculating every day like a walking corpse, and he didn't know what to do, until one day, he ran into Zhang Chi.

It was also a coincidence that Zhang came to Beijing lately, and he was also embarrassed when he heard the news of Wang's absence, and he was full of emotion.

"Wang Suo is also a kind person, he is gone, and Huaxia has lost another expert! What a pity, Wang Suo is also an old revolutionary, and he has worked hard all his life, but he left when 757 was about to succeed. ”

"You're also here to see the king's office?" asked Chang Chang gloomily.

"No, I was passing by on a business trip, and I came to see the news of the king's office, and I only have a one-sided relationship with the king's office, but I still admire his deeds. Zhang Chi straightened his military hat, "I came this time to see if there is a computer design suitable for aerospace, and it seems that it is another trip in vain." ”

Cao Changzheng was worried about how his things could be transformed into real things, and after listening to Zhang Chi's words, his heart couldn't help but move, "Brother Zhang, can you make integrated circuits there?"

"Yes, why are you in trouble?" Zhang Chi replied.

"Come and see this. He took Zhang Chi to his dormitory for a long time and took out the good CPU circuit drawings of the bag.

"This is?" Zhang Chi was surprised and looked at Cao Changchang suspiciously.

"I designed the microprocessor myself, and this is the design book. Cao Changjiu took out another thick piece of paper.

Zhang Chi took the information and looked at it carefully, turning page by page, concentrating abnormally.

Cao Changjiu didn't dare to disturb him, just drinking tea and waiting.

Finally, when Zhang Chi finished flipping, Cao Changjiu hurriedly asked, "Brother Zhang, what do you think, can you make a sample!"

Zhang Chi didn't answer, but asked with a smile: "You designed it alone? I don't think I've heard of the project that calculates all the microprocessors." ”

"This is the last time I saw the 8080 copied in Shanghai, I think its structure and instructions are not very perfect, there are obvious flaws, so I want to make my own CPU. Cao Changjiu didn't seem to be in good spirits, and his voice was weak, "But now that the king is gone, I don't have the money to make a mask." Let's see if it's worth making a sample. ”

"Do you really want to do it?" Zhang Chi stared at for a long time.

"Yes, I think my design is better, at least much better than the 8080. He was not afraid for a long time, exchanging glances with Zhang Chi.

"Well, don't you have the negatives, and I'll take all these materials back to the leader to see, but I can't guarantee anything. ”

"It's already a great favor that you can help, and it's up to fate whether you can make it or not. Chang Chang Xi said, "I have a copy of the information here, you can take it." ”

"That's it, I'll take the things away, and you can listen to the news. ”

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Three days later, Shanxi Lishan Research Institute.

"Very interesting, where did you get this thing?" asked an old man with silver hair, looking at the information in his hand.

"Chief of the report, by chance, I met a man in the computing institute, and he asked me to make a sample, which he said designed himself. Standing opposite the old man was Zhang Chi.

"What do you see? Can you be sure it's from abroad?" the old man took off his reading glasses, put down the materials, and played with the film.

"This, as far as I know, this design is completely different from any foreign microprocessor, and there is a high probability that it was really designed by yourself. Zhang Chi replied respectfully.

"Calculations, that's the old king's territory, alas, it's a pity that the old king left early and threw us old bones behind. The old man was a little gloomy, and then asked, "How can someone from the computing institute ask you to make a sample?"

"That's the case, I was ordered to inspect the computer selection work of the No. 2 project, and I talked with the people in the automatic control institute in Shanghai, and learned that a young man from the metallurgical department had successfully developed a microcomputer based on the 8080 microprocessor by himself. So I was very interested and went straight to talk to him. ”

"Oh, it's very strong, it's really a hero out of a teenager, and what he didn't do in the self-control department was actually done by him, what is the name of the young man, we must focus on training. "The old man is very happy and pleased with the abundance of talent.

Zhang Chi continued to reply: "His name is Li Mengyang, his net worth is innocent, and I learned after talking to him that he didn't make the microcomputer alone, and the basic design and even the software system were actually made by someone else." ”

"Is that the man you said you were talking about?" guessed the old man.

"That's good!" Zhang Chi nodded, "Later, it happened that the Institute of Computing Technology held a national computer academic research conference, so I took this opportunity to visit Mr. Wang and asked about this person's situation, which is indeed very complicated. ”

"Tell me about it!" the old man picked up a cup of tea and motioned for Zhang Chi to continue.

"The following is the file we have, Cao Changchang, male, born in 1963, orphan, adopted, and later adopted by Gao, the commander of an artillery regiment in Beijing. Because he made an electronic artillery calculation tool in 77, he was specially recommended by D Lao to study at the computing institute. Later, because of his outstanding achievements, Director Wang also applied for a subsidy for him and corrected his treatment. Last year, Cao Changjiu went on a business trip to Shanghai with Director Wang, and he stayed in Shanghai for nearly a month, and the microcomputer should have been made by Cao Changjiu and Li Mengyang during his stay. Zhang Chi finished reading, closed the file, and looked at the old man who closed his eyes and pondered.

"'63, '63. The old man's eyes suddenly widened, and he asked in surprise: "Could it be that this Cao Changjiu is only 16 years old?"

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