The project team led by Jiang Chen was nominally developing the military use of the Yangtze River image processing system. In fact, the complete military image processing system had already been mostly developed by Jiang Chen, and he did not need help from others at all. He could complete the entire project on his own.
However, as a high school student who had never been involved in military projects, rashly showing the results would only arouse suspicion, not to mention that it was a matter of national security, and the people above would be more strict in investigating, which would inevitably lead to more complications. So from the beginning, Jiang Chen only brought out a common version of the image processing system, and the project team he set up later was more to cover up his tracks. In fact, he was fully able to control the progress of the project.
The time limit for this project is two years. Jiang Chen plans to use the institute's high-precision instruments and computer equipment to complete the development of the Yangtze River protection system during these two years. At the same time, he will find the flaws in He Qianjian's system and break them one by one in an effort to defeat him.
The signal tracking and positioning capturer given to He Qianmin at this time is the result of Jiang Chen's six months of experience in Lide and then in the research institute. Although the capturer is called a capturer, it actually has a wide range of applications. It can not only capture signals, but also has the function of distinguishing and identifying signals. It is an indispensable part of the Yangtze River protection system. The iron box left when the house in Wugu Village was renovated before was used to place the upgraded version of the capturer in front of him.
After the version upgrade is successful, this capture device will be used as an accessory of the Yangtze River Protection System. In addition to capturing and distinguishing, it also has a scanning function, which can effectively protect everyone who enters the house with high-tech equipment. The capture device that Jiang Chen gave to He Qianmin can not only capture ordinary signals, but also record all kinds of energy fluctuations, and can mark and locate them under remote control.
Although he was only responsible for the software development and the hardware equipment was provided by researchers from LiDe's laboratory, he had tested it several times and found that the capturer could accurately capture the frequency or data code he specified. The system code that Changjiang had captured before was input into this capturer. When placed in the He family, it would only capture the data of He Qianjian's system and then transmit it directly to Jiang Chen's computer.
In recent times, Jiang Chen saw He Qianjian but didn't hear his conversation with the system. Considering that Changjiang once said that the system was building a channel, the frequency of contact with He Qianjian may have decreased a lot in order to conserve energy or because the system has no time to take care of it. This is the best time to collect system data.
When they got home, Yang Si asked with concern, "Did you send the little boy back?"
"Sent it back." Jiang Chen was still thinking about the capture device, and his expression was distracted when he answered.
"What did his family say? Did they go to find the person who injured him?"
“Yes.”
Thinking that Jiang Chen had been gone for quite some time, Yang Si asked curiously, "You went with him? Who was that boy? Was he a child from the village?"
"He Qianjian." Jiang Chen blurted out, suddenly paused, and looked up at Yang Si.
Yang Si felt that the name sounded familiar and was wondering where he had heard it before. He did not notice that Jiang Chen was acting strange. At this moment, Jiang Zhuo walked out of the kitchen with the last dish in his hand. Seeing Jiang Chen coming back, he said loudly, "You're back? It's time for dinner!"
Yang Si was still thinking about when he had heard this name, sitting on the sofa motionless. Jiang Chen was secretly annoyed that he had let the cat out of the bag without paying attention. It was not a good thing to let Yang Si know about He Qianjian's existence at this time, but the words had already been spoken and it was difficult to take them back.
Seeing that his son and wife didn't move for a while, Jiang Zhuo put down the food bowl and walked towards the restaurant: "What are you two thinking about? It's time to eat."
"I'm thinking about the name He Qianjian." Yang Si was pulled up by Jiang Zhuo, still frowning and thinking. She murmured, "Where on earth have I heard of this name before..."
"He Qianjian?" Jiang Zhuo thought for a moment and said, "Isn't he Qian Min's brother? He is Mr. He's eldest son. Didn't you mention him this morning?"
Yang Si suddenly realized, "Yes, I was wondering why this name sounded so familiar, it turns out he is Qian Min's brother."
"What do you think he did?" Jiang Zhuo helped Yang Si sit down at the dining table, served her a bowl of soup, and said casually, "We moved here. Mr. He and his family are also here. We will definitely run into them then. If you are curious about what his eldest son looks like, you can also go to their house for a visit."
Jiang Chen had just walked to the dining table when he paused and looked at Yang Si.
Yang Si frowned, stirred the soup with a spoon, and shook his head, "Forget it, our family is not the same as theirs."
"How come we are not from the same path?" Jiang Zhuo teased, "When I came here this morning, you and Xiao Yang had a good chat. Didn't you say that you both had the surname Yang and were one family hundreds of years ago?"
"What are you talking about?" Yang Si gave him a blank look. "Isn't that just a polite gesture? They are the CEO and wife of Tunan Group. What topics can we talk about? We can only talk about Chenchen. I don't think there is anything wrong with talking too much, but it's one thing that our son is excellent, but it's not very nice to talk about it in front of him all the time. So I can only make up things to talk about."
"I thought you two got along well." Jiang Zhuo sat down, not taking the matter seriously, picked up a piece of vegetable and said, "If you don't want to go, then don't go."
"Tell me, how can a person from the same family save someone so different from the others?"
Jiang Zhuo paused. He hadn't heard the conversation between Jiang Chen and Yang Si. When he suddenly heard Yang Si's words, he was a little confused about who she was talking about. He hesitated and said, "Wife, what are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about He Qianjian." Yang Si put down the spoon and frowned, "I think Qianmin looks like a good child. Although he doesn't get along with Madam He, after a few contacts and their conversations, I can tell that they should be good at educating their children. How come they raised someone like He Qianjian?"
Jiang Zhuo was confused. He looked at Jiang Chen and saw that he just lowered his head to eat and didn't seem to listen to Yang Si at all. He could only express his doubt again: "Wife, what happened to He Qianjian?"
"He Qianjian is the one who beat up that kid this morning." Yang Si said, "Didn't you hear what we said just now?"
"I'm cooking, honey." Jiang Zhuo explained with a smile and was also surprised: "Are you really him?"
"Chenchen said so." Yang Si said, "My son just followed that kid to find He Qianjian." Thinking of the scene he saw in the morning, Yang Si pursed his lips slightly. For the first time in his life, he wanted to interfere with his son's social life. He hoped that he would have less contact with He Qianjian or even the He family.
"Why did he do that?" Jiang Zhuo looked at Jiang Chen and asked.
Jiang Chen had no choice but to say, "He said he didn't notice."
"How could you not notice?" Yang Si suppressed his anger in his voice: "I saw it clearly at the time. He held a bowl and threw the stone-like icy bean buns at the child one by one. He aimed at his face and laughed while throwing. It was simply..."
"How could this happen?" Jiang Zhuo was a little skeptical: "That child is about the same age as Chenchen, so he wouldn't do such a thing. Even if a child that age is ignorant, he wouldn't bully a younger child."
"How could it be so?" Yang Si said, "I can see it clearly. Is it because I am dazzled?"
Knowing that his wife's temper fluctuated during pregnancy, Jiang Zhuo quickly comforted her: "I just think that he is too old to bully a child. But since you saw it, he must have bullied the child. He has grown so old for nothing."
"Minister." Yang Si turned and looked at Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen raised his eyes, "Mom, what's wrong?"
"In the future you..." Yang Si pursed her lips, and the words on the tip of her tongue were difficult to say. When her son was young, she never stopped him from playing with anyone. Now that he is an adult, she controls him and does not let him get along with anyone. No matter how her son feels, she feels that she is wrong to do so.
However, thinking of the malicious yet satisfied smile on He Qianjian's face when he hit Xu Xi with frozen sticky rice dumplings, Yang Si couldn't help but worry. As the saying goes, a good habit is hard to form, but a bad habit can be formed in one day. The same is true for making friends. The influence of friends with good qualities may require long-term subtle influence, but friends with bad character may only take a short time to exert influence.
Even though Jiang Chen is already eighteen years old, no matter how sensible and outstanding he may seem to outsiders, in her eyes he is still that child who pouts and holds back tears and needs his mother's protection.
"Mom doesn't mean to stop you from making friends." Yang Si made up her mind, considered her words, and said, "But Mom still wants to remind you that people who bully the weak usually lack kindness and are unlikely to be sincere to their friends. If you keep in touch with them for a long time, you might get hurt."
Jiang Chen rarely reacted. After a few seconds, he blinked and said, "Mom, are you talking about He Qianjian?"
Yang Si nodded solemnly, and decided to speak directly: "Chenchen, Mom thinks He Qianjian is not a good person, so it's better for you to have less contact with him in the future."
"I..." Jiang Chen's mouth twitched. If it was someone else, he might have agreed immediately, but He Qianjian was his parents' biological son after all. They said this now because they didn't know the situation. If they knew about this in the future, their attitude might change.
Seeing that Jiang Chen didn't answer, Yang Si pursed her lips slightly, and Jiang Zhuo quickly winked at Jiang Chen, signaling him to agree. After several glances without receiving a response, Jiang Zhuo coughed and said, "I think your mother is right. Although you are so old, we shouldn't control who you make friends with, but it's better to have less contact with people with obvious problems."
Jiang Chen's eyes flickered slightly, he lowered his eyes and picked up a dish with chopsticks and put it in the bowl, but he didn't eat it. He just said: "What if his identity is special?"
"Why is it special?" Jiang Zhuo paused for a moment, then suddenly realized, "This has nothing to do with Qian Min. The nine sons of a dragon are all different. How can you lump them together? Your mother and I are not unreasonable. You and Qian Min are still the same. You just have to have less contact with He Qianjian."
"You don't like him very much?" Jiang Chen raised his eyes and asked.
"Of course I don't like it!" Jiang Zhuo glanced at Yang Si and immediately stated his position: "Don't say your mother doesn't like it. Even if your mother likes it, I won't like it."
Yang Si was so amused by him that she couldn't hold back her serious expression and started laughing. However, after laughing, she still said, "Chenchen, Mom and Dad are not completely stopping you from interacting with him. We are just giving you a suggestion based on our experience in judging people. It's up to you whether you listen to it or not."
The cold wind came in through the crack of the door that was not closed tightly, passing over the dining table, but was tinged with warmth by the heat. Under the two pairs of worried and focused gazes, Jiang Chen's eyes were tinged with smiles, a mixture of cold and warmth: "I don't like him either. Don't worry, I don't have much in common with him, and I will try to avoid contact with him in the future."
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