"Your son?" Director Song was stunned when he heard this, and then said, "That's also good!" Our military industrial system has produced many talents, which is really terrifying! ”

Director Zhang also chimed in, "That's it, your son should be in college, right?" Which university? It seems that we should focus on it, to make such a big project at such a young age, this is a treasure! ”

Fan Heng felt a little embarrassed, and finally scratched his head and replied, "Well, you see that my age is actually less than forty, and my son's age is not much older, his age is really a little young-"

"Could it be that he is only in middle school? That's even more amazing! Director Zhang looked at Director Song, and both of them were a little surprised.

"Xiao Fan's son is a prodigy! We must be shown to see! Director Song said jokingly.

Alas, this is the case! Fan Heng was afraid to scare them by telling the truth, and finally said, "Actually, he also came to Guangzhou with me this time, and he is younger than you think. ”

"How small can it be? Three-year-olds must have it! Haha-" Director Song laughed.

"There is-" Fan Heng wiped his sweat, looked at Director Song and Director Zhang who were full of surprise, and said horizontally, "Actually, he is now three and a half years old!" ”

Three-and-a-half?!

The room suddenly fell silent, Director Song was in a trance, and hurriedly supported the table with his hand before standing firmly, he laughed at himself, "Alas, after all, he is old, and he can't stand steadily." ”

Director Zhang was no better, and went directly under the chair and looked at Fan Heng with a very strange look.

Since Fan Heng has already said it, he also told the two of them about the process with the surname Suo, including the fact that Fan Wuxian was running a pig farm at home, as well as the matter of coming to Guangzhou to contact the garment production equipment, the new torpedo that the father and son talked about during dinner, and the fact that Fan Wuxian casually drew a blueblizzard torpedo design drawing, and finally said, "Actually, I didn't believe the design of the blizzard torpedo at first!" It's just that the third child of my family said the truth, just like the truth, and then I thought about it carefully, it seems to be really reasonable, since it is very difficult for us to surpass others in traditional technology, so it is also a good choice to try a new way. Fortunately, the arguments of the experts show that there is still something wrong with this matter, otherwise my heart is really up and down, and I can't even sleep well these days. ”

After listening to the story told by Fan Heng like a book from heaven, Director Song and Director Zhang didn't come back to their senses for a long time, and they didn't know how long it took before Director Song looked up to the sky and sighed, "I am a great country in China, and my 5,000-year-old fortune has endured, and I am really capable of countless people!" In ancient times, there were 12 Ganluo for Qin Xiang, and now there are three-year-old children to guide the maze, this thing is really-alas-"

"Are you sure you're not telling a story to tease us?" Director Zhang looked at Fan Heng pitifully and asked.

This blow is really too big, who would have thought that countless experts have not set foot in the field, actually let a three-year-old child to break a word, and provide a design sketch and principle explanation, this thing that has a far-reaching impact, is simply more shocking than the storm torpedo to everyone.

"In front of the leader, how dare I open my mouth-" Fan Heng replied with some grievances.

"That's easy!" Director Song is not a loss of an old leader, and immediately clapped his head and said, "Since we have such a genius child, of course we must cultivate it well, and I hope that we can play a more important role in the future!" I don't think it's as good as this, this time I will arrange for Comrade Fan Heng and his son to go to Beijing together to explain the design ideas of the blizzard torpedo to the experts in Beijing, so that everyone can have a clear understanding, by the way, Comrade Fan Heng, what is the name of your child? ”

"Fan is not sick." Fan Heng replied immediately.

"Fan is not sick? The name is also meaningful. Director Song and Director Zhang were stunned again.

Fan Heng hurriedly explained, "Fan is not sick, there is no disaster and no disease. His brother was frail and sickly when he was a child, so when he came to his place, he gave him such a name, which sounded more festive. ”

Director Song didn't have anything unusual on his face, and Director Zhang sighed and said, "Alas, Comrade Fan Heng, I didn't say you, you are parents, and naming your children is too arbitrary, so how can I say hello?" How could a good child come up with such a name—"

Fan Heng twitched the corners of his mouth, and he was also very remorseful in his heart, why did he choose such a broken name for his son in the first place? Looking back now, it's a bit sloppy, and that's a problem!

Director Song asked Director Chen and Fan Heng to be sent back to the guest house, and Director Chen was curious to see what Fan Wuxian was like, so he followed Fan Heng to the guest room where they lived.

"What else could it be? Just like a normal child! It won't take two more horns to come out-" Fan Heng was not very happy to take out his son to play treasure, but he couldn't resist Director Zhang, the superior leader, so he had to invite him into the room.

Fan Wuxi, who had drunk too much, had been sent back by Fan Heng's colleagues, and was lying on the bed and falling asleep, his little face looked red under the influence of alcohol, and there was saliva dripping on the corners of his mouth.

"Very delicate child!" Director Zhang immediately said with joy on his face when he saw it.

Fan Heng modestly replied, "It's okay, no matter how you say it, it doesn't have anything to do with being ugly." ”

I don't know what's going on, the more Director Zhang looks at it, the more he likes it, and he can't help but say to Fan Heng, "Why do I like this kid so much?" Xiao Fan, do you think this is good, how about ordering a doll? ”

Fan Heng was a little sweaty, and said in his heart that you are only older than me, how old should your daughter be? So when he looked at Director Zhang, his eyes were full of doubts and puzzles.

Director Zhang is an old man, and as soon as he saw Fan Heng's eyes, he knew what he was thinking in his heart, and hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Hey! Even if I didn't make it clear, it's not my daughter, it's my sister's daughter, and she's only three years old this year, a few months younger than Fan Wuxi, I think the two of them are just a pair! Seeing Fan Heng's disapproving look, he said a little hurriedly, "It's not me who brags about it, my nephew's daughter is a beautiful mess, and she is also smart, if it weren't for your son being too talented, I wouldn't be too lazy to pull this line!" ”

"I'm not in charge of this." Fan Heng replied vaguely.

"What's the matter, I'll call the shots for you-" Fan Wuxian, who was sleeping, suddenly said something in his sleep.

"Hah! Boy, how about Uncle find you a daughter-in-law? Director Zhang's childlike heart rose and said in Fan Wuxian's ear.

"yes, okay. Don't be ugly, don't be stupid. Fan Wuxian hummed in his dream.

Director Zhang laughed, pointed at Fan Heng with an embarrassed face and said, "Xiao Fan, Xiao Fan, this is what your son promised himself!" If your son dares to repent, I will find your old account and turn it over!" ”

Fan Heng helplessly slapped Fan Wuxi's little buttocks, and scolded in a low voice, "If you don't do your job at a young age, you will make a fucking mess for Lao Tzu!" ”;