Chapter 137: A Boy's Dream
It wasn't until more than 9 o'clock in the evening that Chen Nian said goodbye to Wang Jiancheng.
Naturally, he wouldn't really let Wang Jiancheng invite him for this meal, compared to the other party who lived on a scholarship, the resources he could use were really incredibly large, and he wouldn't care about the cost of a meal.
This made Wang Jiancheng very embarrassed, and when he left, he resolutely said that he would let him come to be the east next time, and Chen Nian only smiled and agreed.
He vaguely felt that his fate with this junior didn't seem to be over.
Shake the light air and space defense system
It's a teenager's dream, but it's not far away.
If you follow the current speed of development, maybe before you enter middle age, you can see the star called "shaking light", twinkling in the sky of China.
And Wang Jiancheng may be the key person who created this star.
After answering the residence, Chen Nian opened the system interface as usual to check the latest progress.
The number of source points is 3.89, which has not been seen for two days, and has increased by 0.2 points.
Compared with the source point consumption of 6.7 points of the core technology of high-speed rail, there is still a lot of difference, but the gap is not too big.
In the next period of time, as long as you continue to maintain a steady pace of learning, it is estimated that it will take less than a month to accumulate enough source points to need.
Thinking of this, Chen Nian sat down at the desk and opened the half-learned silicon metallurgy textbook.
At the same time, Zaporozhye, the office of the Madasich plant.
Kuchma looked excitedly at the document in front of him, his eyes flashing with shock, puzzlement, and doubt, but more than that, ecstasy.
It's true.
Those Chinese people actually came up with a prediction model for the flow thermosetting characteristics of turbine blades!
Although the notes made by Meng Qinghao, a fool, are not comprehensive at all, and can even be said to be completely fragmented, even if it is just a patchwork of these fragments, Kuchma can come to an absolutely unquestionable conclusion:
This model is real.
Neither the final conclusion, nor the type of preset variables, nor the mathematical methods used, can be faulted.
If given time, he even has the confidence to add a rough picture of this model.
But the problem is that if you really want to do that, the time it takes must be measured in "years".
Moreover, the results of this are not certain.
Because, until the last minute, until you enter the physical experiment, you never know if it's right or wrong.
The risk is too great.
The best way is to get the model from the Dongqi Group.
As long as you take it, you will definitely use it!
When the time comes, what F119? What Western markets? What Yankee?
None of it is worth mentioning.
Relying on this model, coupled with the technical background, data accumulation and existing equipment of the Madasic plant, he is confident that Madasic will truly become a world-class engine manufacturer in a few years.
Even, it can compete with GM and Pratt & Whitney.
Thinking of this, Kuchma became more and more excited.
He almost couldn't wait to share the news with the decision-makers of Madasic, telling them that the Dongqi Group has in its hands something far more useful than the F119 engine, the Western market, and even the support of the May meeting, and we must quickly get rid of the United States and swallow this achievement alone.
But soon, he calmed down again.
With the strength of the Madasic factory, it is really not possible to win this deal.
The May Club must be used to give them more leverage.
What's more, if it really completely tears its face with the US side because of this incident, it will not be possible for the US side to get any benefits.
In that case, the gains outweigh the losses.
In contrast, it may be a better choice to contact the Chinese side according to the instructions of the May Meeting and seek as many benefits as possible.
In this way, Madasic can get the advantage at both ends.
Why not?
But how to start the negotiations has become a problem.
You can't run to tell Meng Qinghao that you can peek at his notes.
It seems that we still have to think of a way
Two hours later, Meng Qinghao received an invitation from Kuchma, and the other party also told him that this meeting would introduce him to a new friend.
So, Meng Qinghao knew that the fish had bitten the hook.
He rushed to the restaurant that Kuchma had booked, and in a separate room, he met Kuchma and his so-called "new friend".
As expected, it was a senior technician in the Madasic factory, and although Meng Qinghao had not dealt with him, he had seen his name in the information.
"Meng, you're here."
Kuchma tried his best to be calm, and he did not show any flaws, but he didn't know that today's dinner initiated by him was actually the biggest flaw.
"Kuchma, my friend."
"I thought you didn't have time today, after all, it's a working day-—— this time you still let me pay for it, and I can use the funds to reimburse it."
Meng Qinghao smiled slyly, and Kuchma's face also showed a knowing smile.
"Then let our friend be this gentleman Meng, this is Mechnikov, a senior researcher, and an old friend of mine, in the past, we used to work together in the United Engine Group, and then I understand."
Meng Qinghao did not ask a question, but stretched out his hand to Mechnikov:
"It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Metchnikov."
"I've always admired technicians, and Kuchma can attest to that."
Mechnikov, who was opposite, smiled and shook his hand and replied:
"I can feel it. In the same way, I have great admiration for the technicians in your country, who have always done a lot of amazing things in silence. ”
"It's true! Cheers to you! ”
Meng Qinghao lifted the wine glass, and the atmosphere on the table instantly rose a few degrees.
Under Kuchma's lubrication, Meng Qinghao and Mechnikov quickly became acquainted, and the other party did not have the crampedness and restraint unique to pure technicians, but looked exquisite.
Whether it is in the topic of chat, or in the grasp of the atmosphere, it is easy to navigate.
And he always seems to be deliberately directing the topic in a specific direction.
This action is extremely hidden, but unfortunately, in front of Meng Qinghao, there is nothing to hide.
He waited patiently, hoping that the other party would get to the point quickly, and finally, after several mentions of "turbine blade quality", Mechnikov finally spoke:
Actually, the problem of turbine blades is one of the key technologies of gas turbines, and I think you know that."
"Not only for you, but even for us, even for GE and Pratt & Whitney, in fact, the difficulties are the same."
"For a long time, we've been trying to find some easy way to deal with this problem, such as building a model that can be used to predict the performance of turbine blades."
"But it's too much work, and we've only made limited progress."
"Predictive models?"
Meng Qinghao asked pretending to be surprised.
"What kind of predictive model is it?"
"Well, well, just saying a name probably doesn't involve secrecy."
"The main thing is the turbine blade flow thermosetting characteristics prediction model, maybe you haven't heard of these terms, after all, you are not a professional technician."
"I've heard of it!"
Meng Qinghao hurriedly said.
"You want this model?"
Kuchma and Mechnikov looked at each other and secretly rejoiced in their hearts:
The fish took the bait.
But instead of showing joy on their faces, they pretended to sigh helplessly:
"Who doesn't want that? If there is such a model, we can save a lot of things. ”
"It's just that we haven't really done it yet."
"What if. Can we help you with this? ”
Meng Qinghao asked hesitantly.
He looked at the expressions of the two opposites, and thought to himself:
The fish finally bites
(End of chapter)