Lu Jiadong nodded, and Liu Liang, who was standing beside him, listened to Zhao Rusong's past about Yang Hongyi, and the curiosity in the young man's heart opened up, so that after Zhao Rusong finished speaking, Liu Liang interjected with the thought of exploring the truth:

"Professor Zhao, this Yang Hongyi, Chief Secretary Yang is so capable, what does he look like?"

"Look at my memory. If it weren't for Xiao Liu's reminder, alas! I'm really..." Liu Liang's words reminded the dreamer in one sentence. Zhao Rusong said for a long time and asked Lu Jiadong to help him find out, but he didn't even know the specific characteristics of this person, so how could he inquire about it? So after hearing Liu Liang's words, Zhao Rusong couldn't help but shake his head with a ridicule, then pondered for a few seconds, and then continued to speak:

"He is slightly taller than me, very thin, he doesn't like to talk, and doesn't communicate much with others, but he doesn't think he has a cold face but a very hot heart..."

As Zhao Rusong described Yang Hongyi's appearance, Hu Qinghua, who was sitting next to him, felt nothing, but Lu Jiadong, who was located opposite him, couldn't help but be stunned, and Liu Liang murmured to himself:

"He is tall and tall, cold and warm, hardworking, and still an old rightist!" After saying this, Liu Liang's eyes flashed twice in an instant, but then his eyebrows suddenly locked together again. Then, in a guessing tone, he lowered his head and whispered to Lu Jiadong:

"Chief Teacher Lu, why is the person Professor Zhao talking about so much like Lao Yang in our factory..."

"Old Yang! Who is the old Yang you are talking about?" Although Liu Liang's voice was not loud, he did not hide it from Zhao Rusong's ears. Especially the word "Old Yang", which suddenly raised Zhao Rusong's sensitive nerves, so that his whole body was like a spring, and he suddenly jumped from the chair. His face was inexplicably excited, and he kept asking Liu Liang:

"Xiao Liu, tell me, what does that old Yang look like? Is he still in your factory?"

"This..." Zhao Rusong's sudden action shocked Liu Liang. Facing Zhao Rusong's question, he didn't know how to answer, but Lu Jiadong, who was sitting next to him, was much calmer:

"We do have an old Yang in Wanshan Factory, but this old Yang is called Yang Limin, not Yang Hongyi. But judging from the appearance and character that Professor Zhao just mentioned, the two are indeed very similar!"

"Really?" As soon as Lu Jiadong finished speaking, Zhao Rusong seemed to overcome a technical problem and couldn't help but scream excitedly. At this moment, Hu Qinghua, who was sitting beside him, immediately became clear in his mind after hearing Yang Limin's name:

"Teacher, Jiadong is right!" Hu Qinghua's words attracted Zhao Rusong's gaze, while Hu Qinghua continued with a little excited smile:

"Old Yang, our factory, is also an old rightist. His figure and appearance are very similar to that of the teacher. The most important thing is that he has a deep aerodynamic attainments. The 130mm bottom-row grenade and the new sniper rifle special high-precision bullets produced by our factory are all responsible for the calculation and design of the aerodynamic calculation..."

"The aerodynamic calculation forming and design of shells and bullets?" Before Hu Qinghua finished speaking, Zhao Rusong's eyes couldn't help but condense. As an old expert who had been fighting on the military front for many years, Zhao Rusong knew very well the complexity of ammunition aerodynamic forming. Without a solid foundation and sufficient practical experience, such difficult design and calculation could not be done. Since Lao Yang from Wanshan Factory could do it, he must be... Thinking of this, Zhao Rusong couldn't help but slapped his thigh hard:

"That's right, it's him, right! It's definitely him!"

Then he turned his head to Lu Jiadong, with an expression of excitement and eagerness on his face, and his speech became very fast but a little trembling:

"Jiadong, I want to go to Wanshan Factory with you, I want to meet this old Yang!"

In fact, from Lu Jiadong's heart, he also wanted to know Yang Limin's secret, and Zhao Rusong might be the key to open Yang Limin's heart lock. Because of this, Lu Jiadong's answer was not hesitant:

"As long as the superior agrees, we are welcome at any time!"

As soon as Lu Jiadong finished speaking, Zhao Rusong answered with an excited look: "This is no problem. From tomorrow on, our portable individual rocket development team will take more than ten days off, so I will take this opportunity to go there!"

"Teacher! There have been several letters from the teacher's wife, why don't you..."

"It's enough to write a letter back then!" Before Hu Qinghua finished speaking, Zhao Rusong waved his hand, but as he spoke, Zhao Rusong looked at Hu Qinghua's expression and became fun:

"Old Yang is in your factory, but Xiao Hu, you are here. I don't know anything when I ask you!"

Listening to his teacher's reproach, Hu Qinghua smiled awkwardly: "Teacher, you know, I don't care much about people!" Hu Qinghua said rightly. Apart from being interested in technology, he is not very interested in anyone. If he never forgets technical information, then he will forget all kinds of people. As Hu Qinghua's teacher, Zhao Rusong naturally knows his students well, so after listening to Hu Qinghua's words, he did not blame him too much, but pointed at the door and said:

"Let's go! Help me pack my things, and I'll go back to Wanshan Factory with Jiadong later!"

Then Zhao Rusong and Lu Jiadong made an appointment with time and left in a hurry. Just after lunch, Lu Jiadong and his group took Zhao Rusong, who had applied for a leave, left the G Military District Guesthouse in two military green canvas jeeps, and rushed towards the Wanshan Factory, which had been away from for a long time......

"The bullet shape can be a little longer, but in this way the resistance will be reduced. However, the centripetal deflection and shaking of the ammunition in the air will be uncertain, and the dispersion and accuracy will be difficult to guarantee..." On the way to work early in the morning, Yang Limin pushed the bicycle with one hand and simulated the movement of shells flying in the air with his other hand.

He kept talking about the possible effects, but as he was talking, Yang Limin couldn't help but shake his head. At this moment, several young employees in the factory walked towards Yang Limin and greeted Yang Limin with respect:

"Chief Yang is early!"

"Good morning!" Yang Limin's reply was concise and a slightly stiff face showed a smile. Although it looked a little unnatural at first glance, if you savor it carefully, you can feel the true smile. After intersecting with these young factory workers, Yang Limin fell into deep thought again, and continued his previous words:

"The type of the date pit bomb is fine, but the stability of air flight is difficult to guarantee. No matter what, the side must be added to ensure the stability of the air posture. Well! That's right, that's what you should do. When Jiadong comes back, he will discuss it with him!"

After saying this, Yang Limin couldn't help but stop, held the car with both hands through the thin morning mist in the morning, and looked at the factory gate, and his voice rang again:

"Jiadong and the others have been leaving Yangcheng for almost three days, so they should be back! No, I have to quickly determine the location and shape of the centering piece!"

As soon as Yang Limin finished speaking, he held the handlebars in both hands and accelerated his pace. However, his mind was still thinking about the data and situation of the date pit bomb. However, no matter what he thought, Yang Limin never knew the key points. In the end, he still felt that it was only real to go to the office to take the straw paper and actually calculate it.

Thinking of this, Yang Limin wanted to arrive at the office faster, so he tightened the handlebars and stepped on the bicycle's pedals with one foot. Just as he was about to slide forward, a roar of the jeep's engine came from behind him, which gradually increased from far to near, which made Yang Limin pause for a moment.

However, this did not affect Yang Limin's preparation for riding a bicycle. Just as Yang Limin was slid for a distance and was about to board the bicycle, the jeep behind him suddenly sounded a rapid and harsh brake sound, and then a familiar voice that had not been heard in Yang Limin's ear:

"Chief Commander Yang!"

At this time, Yang Limin had already stepped on the bicycle. But when he heard this familiar voice and the already unfamiliar name, Yang Limin couldn't help but gently pinch the brakes under the grip, and at this moment the voice sounded in his ears again, but this time he had a faint crying voice:

"Chief Teacher Yang, it's me! Ru Song!"

After hearing the word "Ru Song", Yang Limin suddenly pinched the brakes, and the bicycle he was sitting on was fixed immediately. Yang Limin was fixed there like this bicycle, as if several currents were passing through his body, making every pore of Yang Limin disperse.

Every cell in his body was running at high speed, and the memories that had long been hidden in his heart were opened. They were constantly displayed in his mind like slides. Although Yang Limin also tried to control it, once this memory was opened, it was like a flood that could no longer be able to control itself.

Just like his tear glands, once this memory is connected, tears will involuntarily fill his eyes, and at this moment, a burst of rapid footsteps sounded in his ears. Not long after, an old man over fifty years old, gray hair and a sense of arrogance all over his body ran to him. Before he could speak, tears rolled down along the wrinkles that were like the ones carved by the old man:

"Chief Yang, I finally found you!"
Chapter completed!