Who else can help him? Of course, it’s Zhu Guoxiong’s side.
Only they can design a reasonable body.
Since Gu Hongzhong managed to make the drone fly in the sky so quickly, Wan Feng felt that he should take out the quadcopter and let him study it.
Wan Feng thought that it would take Gu Hongzhong at least two years to make the drone prevent it from falling from the sky, but who would have thought that he would succeed in just over ten months of formal research.
Wan Feng had planned to release the quadcopter drone in two years, but now it seems the plan needs to be revised.
Gu Hongzhong couldn't move his eyes as he looked at the quadcopter model drawn by Wan Feng.
"Xiao Wan! How did you come up with this?"
"You're just daydreaming. Daydreaming is what I'm best at. I don't even know if it can work. If you think it works, then try it. If not, just throw it in the ditch."
"How can I throw it in a ditch? If this thing can really fly... Holy crap! Maybe it can turn anywhere and even hover! Alien UFOs are no better than that."
"Ah! Did you see a flying saucer? What did it look like?" Wan Feng hurriedly moved closer to Gu Hongzhong, ready to listen to his story. He was just about to send someone to buy some sunflower seeds and drinks.
Wan Feng, who has lived two lives as a human, has no idea whether UFOs are real or fake.
Even if there is, it is in the hands of the state.
Wan Feng thought that Gu Hongzhong was in contact with the military and might have firsthand information.
"I was just using an analogy. Where did the UFO come from?"
"Damn! It turns out to be fake! My feelings are wasted." Someone was extremely disappointed.
Wan Feng wasted his feelings, but Gu Hongzhong did not waste time. He took the drawing drawn by Wan Feng and ran to study it, without even taking the model airplane.
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The house that was cleaned up for Yang Zhengkun was finally renovated.
The building was renovated from the walls to the floor and ceiling, and new sofas and beds were purchased.
The telephone and network cables were connected.
Yang Zhengkun was very satisfied when he saw it, and moved here from the hotel that same day.
Wan Feng looked at the time and saw that it was already past July 15th, so he sent Han Meng to Beijing to pick up Yang Zhengkun's wife and children.
Unfortunately, he arrived too early and the school didn't have a holiday until the 20th, so Han Meng stayed in Beijing for four more days.
At this time, Yang Zhengkun had been away from home for more than half a month, and his wife missed him very much. After confirming that Han Meng was indeed from her husband's place, she brought her daughter to Jiangwei.
Wan Feng went to Bohai in person to pick him up at the airport, and then took him to Jiangwei by a special car.
Yang Zhengkun did not need two months to adapt as he said. He only spent half a month working with the database team and figured out the working principles of the centralized database.
After figuring out the ins and outs of the database, he took up his post.
He seemed to be instantly fascinated by the project, and except for sleeping at night, he almost lived and ate in the laboratory.
Ever since he came to Nanwan, he felt that he seemed to have undergone significant changes. It seemed as if he had unlimited energy and life was particularly meaningful.
After he got off work that day, his private driver, Lao Li, drove him home.
Lao Li is an old driver in Wohu Village. He has been driving since before he went out on his own.
Later, when I went out on my own, I kept a car for two years, but unfortunately I lost money.
After he sold his car, he focused on driving for others. His driving skills were not that good, but he was steady.
He is the kind of driver who would rather stop for three minutes than waste a second. People with an impatient nature would get hemorrhoids if they ride in his car.
This is the kind of person you need to drive for Yang Zhengkun. You are not required to perform fancy stunts or drive the car at lightning speed.
Just be safe and nothing will happen.
So, Old Li, who had a change of luck, was dug out to drive for Yang Zhengkun.
His task was very simple. He would ride a motorcycle or bicycle to Yang Zhengkun's residence in the morning and drive him to work at Huaguang Technology.
Under normal circumstances, Yang Zhengkun would be sent home at noon.
I will demonstrate the program again in the afternoon and then go home. I will earn 800 yuan a month. If nothing goes wrong, Wan Feng promises me a bonus of 3,000 yuan at the end of the year.
The bonus made Lao Li drive even slower. He could drive a car slower than a bicycle.
Unfortunately, he became a big peculiarity of Jiangwei: a car is not as fast as a bicycle!
Old Li didn't care about the kids flying around him. What's wrong with driving slowly? As long as it doesn't delay Engineer Yang from getting to work, that's fine.
The distance from Yang Zhengkun's residence to Huaguang Technology is only three or four miles, just going around the bay and along Wohu.
If you go directly up the mountain from the Nanwan New Factory and take the circular mountain road, it will probably be less than two miles.
Even if he drives slower than a snail, he won't lose time, so why should he go fast?
This is simply a job that requires him to support his uncle. At most, he would wash the car when Yang Zhengkun was at work during the day and he had nothing to do.
Old Li parked his bike in the yard of the small factory as usual, and then rode his bike home.
Everything was no different from usual, but as soon as Yang Zhengkun walked into the small building where he lived, something happened.
There were two more people in his family, a woman and a child, and a table full of food.
This reminded him of the famous story of the snail girl.
It’s a pity that the snail girl has a child, otherwise it would be perfect.
But the strange thing is that the child raised by the snail girl still calls him dad.
"What's wrong with you? Are you stupid? The child is calling you dad?" Yang Zhengkun's wife was at a loss whether to laugh or cry when she saw Yang Zhengkun's miserable appearance.
"Why are you here?" Yang Zhengkun came to his senses at this time.
"Xiao Qiang is on vacation now, so General Wan sent someone to pick us up here, and told us to have a great time for a few days."
At this moment, Yang Zhengkun felt as if his heart was hit hard by something, and his eyes became moist.
When Yang Zhengkun's eyes were wet, someone at home also had wet eyes.
Yang Zhengkun's eyes were wet because he was moved, while someone's eyes were wet because he was bitten.
I don’t know where this little bastard Wan Chongyang learned this from, but he wanted to bite his watch.
Wan Feng also experienced biting a watch when he was a child. At first, when someone wanted to bite his watch, he would stretch out his little hand like a silly roe deer.
Later, I stopped people from biting my watch because I felt pain.
But he never let Wan Chongyang bite his watch.
Who taught him this?
Wan Chongyang is also five years old this year. Perhaps because he has Luan Fenglang bloodline running through his body, his teeth are not big but they are damn sharp.
The bite was so sharp that it drew blood, and the pain was so severe that tears almost came out of someone's eyes.
The little bastard was not satisfied with the watch he had bitten out, and he wanted to bite another one on his other arm.
Wan Feng pushed Wan Chongyang aside and said, "Bite your own arm!"
"pain!"
Hey! You feel pain, but I don’t?
"Then go bite your mother's watch."
Wan Chongyang felt very aggrieved: "Mom, hit me!"
"Your mother beats you as if I won't beat you. If you bite my watch again, I will beat you too! And you are not allowed to bite your sister's watch, do you hear me? If you bite her watch, I will beat you to death."
If Wan Yu had his watch bitten by this guy, the scar would probably last until 2050.
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