Although the conversation between Yang Weiping and Jessica just now was in English, the six Chinese people present could obviously understand it.

They didn't know why the young Chinese genius in front of them, who was well-known in the global scientific community, would explain it like this, but they could feel from the other party's words that he valued them.

In particular, the silkworm slim black tunic on this young Chinese boss made them feel a sense of intimacy.

Yang Weiping forcibly suppressed the inexplicable excitement in his heart, stood still about one meter in front of the six Huaxia people, his expression was extremely sincere, and he smiled and said with a fluent standard Beijing film: "Old Qian, welcome to Tiangong Laboratory." ”

"Do you know me?" Qian Lao looked Yang Weiping up and down with obvious surprise.

Yang Weiping didn't answer directly, but glanced at the other five people.

It seemed that from Yang Weiping's serious eyes, he could see what he was thinking, and Qian Lao said a little puzzled: "There are no outsiders here, Mr. Yang, if you have anything to say, just say it directly." ”

"Uncle Qian, don't you really know me?" Yang Weiping said with excitement in his eyes: "I am Pingping!

"Pingping," are you Yang Zhenhua and Liu Qing's son Pingping?" Qian Lao's old eyes widened, and his face was full of unbelievable shock.

"Mmmmmmmmmm With tears in his eyes, Yang Weiping stretched out his hands to hold the slightly trembling old right palms that Qian Lao stretched out to him.

"That's right, these eyes, this nose, and these lips, like! True! That's right, you are really that naughty and cute little Pingping back then!" Qian Lao's old eyes also burst into tears, and he held Yang Weiping's palm vigorously, shaking it again and again, and said excitedly:

"Good job! Pingping, you deserve to be a good son of Zhenhua and Liu Qing! After so many years, if you don't say it, I really don't dare to recognize you. If your parents knew that you had achieved such great achievements now, they would be happy for you! Proud! Proud!"

"Uncle Chamber, I've heard my mom say that I urinated on your old man when I was a kid. Yang Weiping held Qian Lao's elbow and asked him to sit down on the sofa.

"Uh-huh! You seem to have just turned a year old at the time. Qian Lao seemed to remember the past, looked at Yang Weiping kindly, nodded and smiled: "I remember that day, your parents deliberately took the time to put the three-week full moon and the first birthday wine together for you." I lifted you up high, and you got a big bubble of pee on your little naughty egg, drenching me. ”

Hearing Qian Lao talk about this past, the five colleagues who came with him couldn't help but laugh.

"Alas," things are not people, so people are no more!" Qian Lao's face suddenly turned sad, took Yang Weiping's hand, and said with a sigh: "Pingping, I didn't take good care of your father and your mother, so that they both suffered from incurable diseases, this person has gone to see Marx, and there are still people who want to fix their black materials, I am ashamed... Six

"Uncle Chamber, don't say that, it's inevitable to get cancer by dealing with those instruments and raw materials that carry nuclear radiation all day long. You should also go to the hospital regularly for regular check-ups. Your body is not only yours, but also our China, and our country needs excellent and great scientists like you. Yang Weiping said emotionally.

"Pingping, compared with your achievements, Uncle Qian is not as good as you Luo!" Qian Lao Zhengse said: "You have really won glory on the faces of our Chinese people this time! The application and development trend of nanotechnology you proposed can be said to provide a new research direction for scientific research workers in the whole world!"

"Our Chinese research in applied physics and chemistry is actually no worse than that of Westerners. Yang Weiping sighed with deep emotion and said: "It's just that we still need to further improve in basic disciplines." ”…,