"The nest material has been sprinkled, and after a few days, he will be ready to go down the pole when he is full."

In the hotel room, Meng Qinghao continued while rubbing his temples that hurt after a hangover:

"This kid can really drink, two bottles of vodka, almost didn't put him down"

"You're also quite good, when you bought the Varyag before, did you have a share?"

Peng Hui on the side asked in a slightly mocking tone.

"No, that's what Boss Xu did, and at that time, those of us who ran business used him as an idol."

"I didn't expect that one day, I would continue to do the work he didn't finish."

"It's been a long time since I thought about it."

"From '99, until this year, the construction will officially begin."

"It's not, I've been running on the road for three years."

Peng Hui said coldly.

That can't be helped, if the country is not strong, it is destined to be bullied, the idea is not good, and even the local chicken dares to intervene. Forget it, don't talk about this, are you ready for what I asked you to prepare? ”

Hearing this, Peng Hui nodded, took out a stack of materials from his briefcase, and handed it to Meng Qinghao.

"It's all ready, the notes you want, it's all messy."

"I don't have a place to find a handwriting expert for you, but there is not much difference between the two of us, as long as we don't compare them one by one, we basically can't see the flaws."

"The selection of information, I tried my best to filter according to your technical level, and what was left on the paper was something simple and easy to understand."

"However, I suggest that you screen it again by yourself to eliminate hidden dangers."

"Kuchma used to be quite a professional researcher, and if you don't get every step right, it's actually hard to hide from him."

Meng Qinghao took the document and flipped through it quickly, and then quickly pointed out a few flaws.

"Here, it doesn't conform to my paper habits, and I need to change it."

"Here, I don't understand this concept, and according to my personality in front of him, it is impossible to try to record and delete it."

"The graffiti here is a lot of drawing, don't - all the meaningful graffiti is changed to lines, irregular black blocks, Chinese characters."

"And here."

Peng Hui recorded the significance of his opinion, and then said:

"Understood, I'm going to change it today. When are you going to do it? ”

Meng Qinghao shook his head and replied:

"I don't know, I can only wait for the time being."

"This kind of Jiang Gan's book stealing must not be deliberate, I would rather be slow and late, rather than show flaws and make them suspicious."

"So, in the meantime, let's move forward with the negotiations as we normally planned."

"If the judgment is accurate, I believe that such negotiations will never end within a few rounds"

So, the two who were ready to go on to lurk in Zaporozhye.

Meng Qinghao still invited Kuchma out for recreation every once in a while, but he never drank too much.

Whenever Kuchma asked, he prevaricated perfunctorily.

And such a move made Kuchma even more curious.

He was vaguely aware of something, but he was a little unsure for a while.

Prediction model of flow thermosetting characteristics of turbine blades. This is probably the content of Meng Qinghao's participation in the seminar that day.

And the reason why he stopped drinking after that time is probably because he realized that he had slipped his mouth and accidentally said the topic of the discussion after getting drunk.

So what can this be?

He didn't learn anything at all, and even if he wanted to, he couldn't do it.

However, this topic of discussion really surprised Kuchma.

Has Huaxia's research on the theory of gas turbine work and manufacturing developed to this extent?

They actually want to use mathematical models to predict thermoset properties?

That's not to say it's impossible, but the problem is that even Madasic, who has a huge amount of data, has not been able to derive a usable model until now.

Most of the time, engineers don't rely on physical experiments for analysis and calibration.

If there really is such a model. This is definitely not only an improvement in work efficiency, but also an opening the door to subsequent data simulation and analysis.

If this trend continues, it is likely that one day engineers will be able to design and verify a gas turbine on a computer alone.

What a bright future

However, can those Chinese people do it?

Impossible.

Every time he thought about it, Kuchma would retract his wandering thoughts.

It's not that he didn't fantasize that this was an opportunity given to him by God, but every time he thought of the strength of those so-called "partners" who were about to fall into the trap, he dispelled his thoughts again.

——

It wasn't until this day that he once again heard the term "thermosetting properties" in his routine work.

Moreover, he heard that the researchers he was familiar with, constantly complaining that physical experiments were too troublesome, too costly, too poor in accuracy, and too much manpower.

It was at this moment that a thought flashed through his mind:

What if, those Chinese people, really mastered such a model?

What if you can get this model in some way?

No, you don't even need to do it yourself, just reveal a little bit of clues to the relevant intelligence services.

This credit will be credited to oneself.

In that case, will you be able to try to break the ceiling above your head?

Even if it's a miscalculation, it won't have any bad effects.

Two days later, Meng Qinghao stayed in the office of Dongqi's office in the UKR office to work overtime, according to his work habits, and the hotel room where he stayed for a long time was empty.

Soon after, the power system of the entire hotel suddenly failed, and all electrical facilities failed.

At this moment, the hotel room was opened.

An unremarkable-looking cleaner entered the room.

He put shoe covers and gloves on himself.

Then, he went straight to Meng Qinghao's study.

There, he carefully opened the locked desk and found Meng Qinghao's notes.

The flash of the miniature camera in his hand kept flashing, and page by page of notes was recorded, and the whole process lasted less than ten minutes.

Two hours before Meng Qinghao returned to his room, he left the hotel with his camera.

Everything seems to be going well.

Meng Qinghao leaned back on the sofa with relief, and Peng Hui opposite him had a look of admiration on his face.

"It's really yours, Lao Meng, how do you know that they will take the initiative to steal?"

Meng Qinghao smiled helplessly and said:

"How did I know they were coming to steal? I know. ”

"All I do is keep giving Kuchma mental cues and then keep giving him opportunities."

"I'm sure he'll do it sooner or later, but I don't know how. I didn't expect him to be quite cautious. ”

"I thought that someone like him would definitely hold the opportunity firmly in his own hands."

"Does it matter?"

Peng Hui immediately asked.

"No, the thing was sent out anyway, and that's enough."

"The nest has been laid, the hook has been laid, and then it depends on whether they will swallow it and where they can swallow it."

(End of chapter)