Zhang Xuebao, who had just taken the cup, was stunned. His expression was rather complicated. He was probably thinking, "You're an animated cartoonist who plays with electronic pets?"
"A technical problem?" Zhang Xuebao asked cautiously.
"Let me put it this way, I hired a director..." and then told Zhang Xuebao about things like setting up background music.
"Going to such lengths to sell stereos? Will they even make a profit?" Zhang Xuebao was genuinely worried that Xing Baohua would lose everything. He'd never seen anything like it before, never even heard of it. He was incredibly bold; he just didn't know what he was thinking.
"Don't worry, I won't do anything that would lose money. By the way, I wrote something, can you take a look?" Xing Baohua showed Zhang Xuebao the newly completed academic report on reversing radar.
Zhang Xuebao read out the first word, "Reversing assist device," and glanced at Xing Baohua, thinking to himself: What is this thing?
After Zhang Xuebao read the entire report, he finally understood what Xing Baohua was trying to do.
"Is this necessary? I've never heard of it before," Zhang Xuebao said, scratching the back of his head.
“That’s right, you haven’t heard of it. This thing is absolutely necessary. I think we should make a simple one first, and then a more complex one. I just don’t know where to get the ultrasonic sensor,” Xing Baohua said.
“I’ve never driven a car, so I can’t comment. I have seen the main body of the ultrasound machine once; it’s about this big, probably weighing around three kilograms. I haven’t seen the probe, but I guess it’s not small either. The overall structure is mainly based on vacuum tube amplifiers. But I’ve also heard of transistors being used as analog amplifiers; I don’t know about other types. However, I can help you look up relevant information,” Zhang Xuebao said.
"Let's go eat first and chat while we eat." Xing Baohua glanced at the sky outside and called to Zhang Xuebao to go out for dinner first.
It was still at a small, privately owned mutton soup restaurant on Shifan Road, which advertised authentic Shanxian mutton soup.
There were a few more people inside. After a short while, one table left, and Xing Baohua and Zhang Xuebao finally sat down.
A serving of mixed lamb face, a serving of stir-fried lamb offal, a serving of spicy stir-fried lamb blood, and a bowl of lamb soup.
Zhang Xuebao felt a pang of heartache seeing these dishes. He had intended to treat Xing Baohua to a meal as a host, but to his surprise, just like last time, she ordered too much and too expensive food.
Actually, Xing Baohua really didn't have any money that time. Now that he has money in his pocket, he wants to invite him back.
During dinner, the conversation continued about reversing radar, and Zhang Xuebao offered some suggestions. He suggested contacting a factory that specializes in producing acoustic systems.
This reminded Xing Baohua of the sound level meter Lin Daorong wanted, and he wondered if the factory that produced sound level meters could also produce ultrasound.
Or we can go back to the factory and ask Shen Jie. Maybe he can help us purchase a few units to study.
Xing Baohua then mentioned purchasing computer parts such as floppy drives and keyboards.
Zhang Xuebao said, "Our factory has them, but the floppy drives are imported. Only the cassette storage and reading/writing system is manufactured by our subsidiary factory, as are the keyboards."
"Could you help me buy three sets?" Xing Baohua asked.
“Okay, I’ll ask sales. I’ll have someone let you know if there’s any news. Lately, the company… sigh. The company recently asked me to tell you that everything should be done for the greater good. I don’t know how to bring it up.” Zhang Xuebao continued to talk to Xing Baohua about the company’s troubles.
"Sorry, brother, I've dragged you into this. If you're unhappy here, come work as the chief engineer at my electronics factory. The salary will definitely be higher than what you're doing here," Xing Baohua joked.
In fact, Xing Baohua knew that even if he invited Zhang Xuebao over, it would be a waste of his talents. The platforms were different, and even if he went, he wouldn't be able to provide Zhang Xuebao with a research environment or materials.
If things develop well later on, with sufficient funding and a little bit of fame, Xing Baohua will definitely be assigned to the research lab.
Seeing Zhang Xuebao shake his head slightly, Xing Baohua stopped talking.
He then gave Zhang Xuebao the room's phone number. After finishing their meal, the two went their separate ways.
When Xing Baohua arrived at the guesthouse, he saw Director Wang waiting for him in the lobby with a middle-aged man in his forties.
After leading the man into the room, Director Wang introduced him, saying, "This is Li Guangguo from our unit's scriptwriting department. He has written more than ten scripts, eight of which have been adapted into films and television series."
"Hello, Teacher Li." Xing Baohua shook hands with the other person and then offered him a cigarette.
Li Guangguo said, "Old Wang told me he wanted to make a movie. He had an idea, but he hadn't written the script yet, so he asked me to come over and practice writing."
"Let's not stand on ceremony. I believe Teacher Li can write a wonderful story," Xing Baohua said.
Director Wang pointed at Xing Baohua and said, "You say what you're saying, and he writes it. We'll revise it if it's not good enough."
Xing Baohua gathered his thoughts and said, "I require warships, navigation, waves, storms, and naval battles?"
"Look! When we set sail, there should be shots of all the ships, big and small, with a close-up of the largest flagship in the middle, with the Ming Dynasty flag flying above it. It's just a flag hanging on the sail with the character 'Ming' on it," Xing Baohua said vividly.
As a result, screenwriter Li closed his script and said to Xing Baohua, "I can't write this!"
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