The newspaper's staff quarters were not far from the Cheng family's home, only two streets away.
Jiang Ci rode her bicycle and arrived at the Cheng family's house in no time.
Jiang Ci realized while walking that it was a workday, and that Cheng Huasheng and Li Ailian were not home, and Cheng Ke had gone to school.
She was still a little unsure whether Mr. Cheng Yehan was home or not.
But since she was already there, Jiang Ci couldn't just leave without checking if anyone was at the Cheng family's house.
A quick glance at the door revealed it wasn't locked, so Cheng Yehan was probably home.
As I got out of the car to knock on the door, it suddenly opened.
Jiang Ci and Cheng Yehan met face to face.
Jiang Ci remained calm and asked in a composed tone, "Old sir, are you going out?"
Cheng Yehan looked her up and down. "Why did you come here? Are you looking for Ailian? She has class today."
“No, it’s for you.” Jiang Ci shook her head, opened her dark green military satchel, and took out a thick stack of papers. “Here, your original manuscript is on top, and my translation is on the bottom, upside down.”
Cheng Yehan took the stack of papers from her and flipped it over.
This paper is just ordinary math notebook paper, unbound, sold in bags. The paper isn't cheap either; such a thick stack must cost almost a dollar.
Cheng Yehan was able to handwrite English manuscripts, so his translation skills were quite good. He saw that Jiang Ci had some basic English skills, so he gave her this paper to translate. Cheng Yehan was just using this as an excuse to help her come to Beijing and get her a job.
But he never imagined that Jiang Ci would actually be able to translate the entire paper.
After all, there are quite a few technical and mathematical terms in it, and if you haven't studied them, you naturally won't know their meaning.
Cheng Yehan glanced at the contents of the first three sheets of paper, and every five seconds or so he would look up and glance at Jiang Ci.
He noted which book's content was used in the paper's citations, and Jiang Cilian was even able to translate that for him.
Cheng Yehan asked her, "Have you ever lived abroad?"
Jiang Ci touched her nose vaguely and said, "My hometown is near Shanghai."
The Shanghai Stock Exchange.
It is indeed easier to meet foreigners there compared to other places.
Perhaps Jiang Ci met a foreigner who taught her English?
Otherwise, how could Jiang Ci, a sent-down youth who only went to high school, possibly translate a thesis?
Cheng Yehan convinced himself.
He didn't delve into where Jiang Ci learned English; her ability speaks for itself.
Cheng Yehan glanced back briefly and said, "Are there any other parts you're unsure how to translate?"
"Yes, there are some proper nouns that I really don't understand, so I've marked them with parentheses."
"Okay, sure." Cheng Yehan glanced at the time, put his hands behind his back, and although he was thin, he was full of energy. He stood up straight, looking like a big shot, and pushed his bicycle out, saying casually, "Alright, come with me."
Jiang Ci raised her eyebrows in surprise, but didn't say anything bad. She just watched Cheng Yehan lock the door, then get on his bicycle and start walking out.
Jiangci, of course, had to follow suit.
"Sir, where are we going?"
"You don't know?" Cheng Yehan asked, then realized that he hadn't told Jiang Ci where he was going. He coughed and said, "To Huada University."
Kyoto University and Tokyo University are the two most famous universities in Kyoto.
Not all universities have closed down. Peking University and Washington University are still operating, and their students are the worker-peasant-soldier students we all know.
Since there are students among them, there are naturally also teachers and academicians.
Before being taken away, Cheng Yehan was an academician in the Department of Physics at Huazhong University of Science and Technology.
Now that he has been exonerated, ever since Cheng Yehan returned from Zhongmo Town, people from Huada University have been trying to rehire him to be the dean of the physics department.
Cheng Yehan did not agree and turned to the Ministry of Military Industry, where he submitted to them a stack of calculations and research he had done in the cowshed over the years, which were at least twenty centimeters thick.
For years, he lived a life of seclusion in the cowshed, without the disturbance of outside information, social interaction, or other activities.
All Cheng Yehan could do was keep calculating.
Although he endured hardship, his inner world was incredibly rich. He even had ample time to tackle the problems that had been troubling him, solving the domestic problem of insufficient power in fighter jet propulsion systems, as well as all the calculation formulas related to fighter jet power systems.
Cheng Yehan didn't know if any of the talented young people in the country had completed this work during his years of imprisonment; he simply handed over his findings to the country.
Cheng Yehan was already old, almost eighty years old, and didn't have much pursuit of fame and fortune. After handing over all his life's research, he dusted himself off and left.
Little did he know the extent of the shock these studies caused to the Ministry of Military Industry.
Some time ago, people from the Ministry of Military Industry invited him to the research institute where Cheng Huasheng worked to confirm the research and development direction for the next stage of the classified mission.
Cheng Yehan only offered his opinion but did not actually participate. However, both the military and the government maintained considerable respect and attention towards him.
A strong military makes a strong nation; only by building fighter jets that are on par with those of other countries can they claim to be protecting the skies.
China lags far behind in air defense and weaponry. If it wants to gain a foothold in the international arena, it must vigorously develop its military industry.
Cheng Yehan also saw many old acquaintances at the Ministry of Military Industry. The old guys met up and were filled with emotion and tears.
The person Cheng Yehan took Jiang Ci to meet this time was one of Cheng Yehan's very good friends.
When Cheng Yehan was suddenly arrested, most of his family members were also arrested. If it weren't for that friend urgently calling to tell Cheng Huasheng not to let him return to Beijing, Cheng Yehan's youngest son, Cheng Huasheng, would probably have been on the train back to Beijing.
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