Chapter 700: Recognizing this dead logic, the crowd let him go with reluctance, and instead talked to each other about their own scientific research progress and the difficulties they encountered.
Despite feeling dizzy and having a churning stomach, Lu Qingyang still forced himself to stay awake and try to listen.
Occasionally, when he heard a key point, he would vaguely offer one or two directional opinions based on his later knowledge. Although not in-depth, they always hit the nail on the head, attracting the gazes of the elders in surprise, leading to a more in-depth discussion, and even heated arguments breaking out from time to time.
The meal lasted a long time until it was dark outside the window.
When the show was over, Lu Qingyang was supported by Professor Wu's assistant and another young comrade on each side.
When the cold wind blew, his stomach churned and he almost vomited on the spot.
"Dear...dear teachers...good-bye...late...I'm sorry for losing my composure..." He said goodbye to everyone in a daze and could hardly speak clearly.
Professor Wu patted his arm vigorously, his tone filled with infinite expectations: "Xiao Lu, well done, go back and have a good rest. The burden in the future is heavy, so come visit often."
Lu Qingyang was sent back to the courtyard in a semi-comatose state.
Shen Mo had been waiting anxiously for a long time. When she opened the door and saw her husband drunk like this, she felt both distressed and amused. She and Aunt Liu quickly helped him into the house, fed him sobering soup, and cleaned him up.
When I woke up the next day, it still felt like a dream.
After all, these are things in textbooks, and seeing them with your own eyes still seems like a dream.
With this life-and-death relationship with the top scientific leaders and the "special care" that the school leaders were well aware of, Lu Qingyang's days at Beijing University became particularly smooth.
Whether it was course selection, library borrowing permission, or participating in some preliminary seminars, he vaguely felt an invisible convenience.
That afternoon, Lu Qingyang had just returned home from school to the military compound. Just as he was about to drink a sip of water, he saw his relative Fang Zhongwen poking his head out of the study and beckoning him: "Qingyang, you're back just in time. Come to the study for a moment. I have something to tell you."
Shen Mo was collecting clothes in the yard. Seeing her father-in-law's mysterious look, she took a curious look but didn't ask any more questions.
Lu Qingyang's heart moved slightly, as if he had a premonition of something, and followed his mother into the study.
Fang Zhongwen closed the door carefully and checked whether the windows were closed tightly.
The study was filled with smoke, and it was obvious that Fang Zhongwen had been thinking alone for a while.
He gestured for Lu Qingyang to sit down, and he took a deep puff of cigarette, then slowly exhaled:
"Qingyang, the suspicion you told me in the study when you came back from Suicheng last time... about the plane malfunction was not an accident, but a deliberate guess..."
Lu Qingyang's heart suddenly lifted up, his eyes fixed: "Dad, is there a result?"
Fang Zhongwen nodded heavily. "The higher-ups organized an absolutely reliable force. Using that malfunction as an excuse, they conducted an extremely secret and thorough internal investigation of the personnel and links related to the Guangzhou Airport. As expected... they unearthed several hidden old loaches and discovered the spikes planted by foreign forces.
Although they were very covert, attempting to disguise it as ordinary maintenance oversight and record-keeping errors, the fox's tail was still exposed. Their goal was very clear: they were going after those national treasure-level experts, intending to cause an accidental plane crash and severely damage our national defense research capabilities.
Although he had guessed it long ago, Lu Qingyang still felt a chill run down his spine when he heard 꿵 confirm it personally.
It's really a conspiracy!
My intuition and suspicion at that time turned out to be true!
Fang Zhongwen's tone became more serious: "The nature of this matter is extremely bad. We are still under in-depth investigation and strict control. You know it's okay. Never reveal a single word to the outside world. The idea you provided is the key to the key. It has set a great example."
He patted Lu Qingyang's shoulder hard, feeling proud, relieved, and even more deeply afraid.
"Good boy, you not only saved an entire plane, but also thwarted an extremely vicious and major sabotage operation. I've taken note of your contribution. Tell me what reward you want. I'll definitely satisfy you within my means."
Lu Qingyang scratched his head embarrassedly: "My family has given me enough help, giving me money, helping to take care of the children... Besides, for the sake of the country, these are all what I should do."
"You're such a down-to-earth kid... You're supposed to help out at home, but what you've established is another matter."
He paused, his eyes falling on Lu Qingyang's young yet calm face, and couldn't help but bring up the knot in his heart that had been bothering him:
"Sigh... Come to think of it, Dad, I still... still feel sorry for you. You've been by my side since you were little, growing up in the military compound, receiving the best education. With your intelligence, courage, and sense of responsibility, you should be a promising young officer by now, with a bright future ahead of you, instead of..."
Instead of suffering so much in the countryside, now that I have been admitted to university, I have to start from scratch.
Fang Zhongwen didn't say the rest of the words, but the guilt and regret in his eyes were clear.
When Lu Qingyang heard his mother bring up this again, he sighed slightly in his heart.
He walked over and refilled his father's teacup with hot water. "Dad, please stop talking like that and stop dwelling on it. Let the past be the past. You've made your own way. I'm very content to be admitted to university. Everything is fine now, really."
"Okay, let's not talk about the past. My son is ambitious and has a vision, just like the descendants of my Fang family." He slapped his thigh generously, but then his face turned fierce again.
"But, what's done is done, and what's done is done. I'll give you a reward. That's the rule, and I, your father, will stick to it for the rest of my life."
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