"Your son?" Director Song was stunned when he heard this, and then said, "That's great too! Our military-industrial system has produced many talents, which is really awesome!"
Director Zhang also echoed, "That's right, your son should be in college, right? Which university is it? It seems that we should focus on it. It's such a big project at a young age, which is a treasure!"
Fan Heng felt a little difficult to speak, and finally scratched his head and replied, "Well, you see, I am actually less than forty, and my son is not much older. He is really a little young-"
"Is it because he was in middle school? That's even more amazing!" Director Zhang looked at Director Song, and both of them were a little surprised.
"Xiao Fan's son is a child prodigy! We must let us see it!" Director Song joked.
Alas, this matter has been done! Fan Heng was afraid of telling the truth to scare them, and finally said hesitantly, "Actually, he followed me to Guangzhou this time, and he is younger than you think."
"How young can it be? You'll always have it at three years old! Haha--" Director Song laughed.
"There's there--" Fan Heng wiped his sweat, looked at Director Song and Director Zhang with surprise, and said with a heartbeat, "Actually, he is now three and a half years old!"
Three and a half years old?!
The room suddenly became quiet. Director Song felt a little dazed and hurriedly supported the table with his hands before he stood firm. He laughed at himself, "Oh, after all, he is old and can't stand firm."
Director Zhang was not much better, so he just made it under the chair and looked at Fan Heng with a very strange look.
Since Fan Heng had already said it, he simply told the process of the two, including the fact that Fan Wubing set up a pig farm at home, the matter of coming to Guangzhou to contact clothing production equipment, the new torpedo talks about the father and son during their meals, and the fact that Fan Wubing casually drew a design drawing of a snowstorm torpedo, and finally said, "Actually, I didn't believe the design of the snowstorm torpedo at first! But my third brother was very sensible, just like the real one. Later I thought about it carefully and it seemed that it really made sense. Since it is difficult for us to surpass others in traditional technology, it is also a good choice to try a new way. Fortunately, the experts' arguments show that this matter is still a problem, otherwise my heart would be really up and down, and I didn't even sleep well these days."
After listening to the story told by Fan Heng like a book, Director Song and Director Zhang did not come back to their senses for a long time. I don’t know how long it took, Director Song sighed to the sky, "My great country in China has a great fortune of five thousand years, and it is indeed countless capable people! In ancient times, Ganluo was the Twelve-Year-Old Qin Prime Minister, and now there are three-year-old children who give me some advice. This is really—ah——”
"Are you sure you're not telling stories to make fun of us?" Director Zhang looked at Fan Heng pitifully and asked.
This blow is really too big. Who would have thought that a three-year-old kid could tell a stunning field that countless experts have never entered, and provided design sketches and principles. The impact of this matter is far-reaching, and it is simply more shocking than the storm torpedo that brings everyone.
"How dare I speak nonsense in front of the leader--" Fan Heng replied aggrievedly.
"It's easy to do this!" Director Song was not a loss for his old leader, so he immediately made a decision, "Since we have such a talented child, of course we must train it well, and hope that it can play a more important role in the future! I don't think so, so this time I will arrange for Comrade Fan Heng and his son to come to Beijing to tell the experts in Beijing about the design ideas of the blizzard torpedo, so that everyone can have a clear understanding. By the way, Comrade Fan Heng, what is your child's name?"
"Fan Wubing." Fan Heng replied immediately.
"Fan Wubing? This name is quite interesting." Director Song and Director Zhang were stunned again.
Fan Heng quickly explained, "Fan is not sick, no disaster or illness. His brother was weak and sick when he was a child, so when he came to him, he gave him such a name, which sounds more festive."
There was nothing unusual on Director Song's face, and Director Zhang sighed and said, "Oh, Comrade Fan Heng, it's not me who said you, you parents are too casual to name your children. How can I say hello to you? How can a good child give such a name-"
Fan Heng twitched the corner of his mouth, and felt very regretful. Why did he choose this broken name for his son? Now when he thinks about it, he is indeed a bit hasty, this is a problem!
Director Song asked someone to send Director Chen and Fan Heng back to the guesthouse. Out of curiosity, Director Chen must see what Fan Wubing looks like, so he followed Fan Heng to the guest room where they lived.
"What else can it look like? Just like an ordinary child! It won't grow two horns too long-" Fan Heng was not very happy to take out his son to show off, but he couldn't resist Director Zhang, the superior leader, so he had to invite him into the room.
Fan Wubing, who had drunk too much, has been sent back by Fan Heng's colleagues. He is lying on the bed and sleeping soundly. His little face looks red under the influence of alcohol, and there is saliva ticking on the corners of his mouth.
"It's very pretty and child!" Director Zhang said happily as soon as he saw it.
Fan Heng replied modestly, "It's okay, no matter how ugly you say, it doesn't matter."
I don’t know what happened, but Director Zhang liked it more and more and more, and couldn’t help but say to Fan Heng, “Why do I like this child so much? Xiao Fan, do you think this is good? How can you get a baby to marry him?”
Fan Heng felt a little worried and thought to himself that you are only older than me, how old should your daughter be? So his eyes looked at Director Zhang were full of doubts and confusion.
Director Zhang is a mature spirit. When he saw Fan Heng's eyes, he knew what he was thinking. He quickly waved his hand and said, "Hey! I didn't say it clearly. It's not my daughter, but my sister's daughter. He is only three years old this year, a few months younger than Fan Wubing. I see that they are just a pair of two!" Seeing Fan Heng's disapproval, he said anxiously, "It's not that I'm bragging myself, my niece is so beautiful and clever. If your son wasn't too genius, I wouldn't have been lazy to tie this thread!"
"I can't make a decision about this matter." Fan Heng replied vaguely.
"What's the matter? I'll make the decision for you-" Fan Wubing, who was sleeping, suddenly said a dream.
"Ha! Boy, how about you find a wife for you?" Director Zhang said in Fan Wubing's ear.
"Well, okay. Don't be ugly, don't be stupid." Fan Wubing hummed in his dream.
Director Zhang laughed haha, pointed at Fan Heng with an embarrassed look on his face and said, "Xiao Fan, Xiao Fan, this is what your son promised! If your son dares to repent in the future, I will turn it over to your old debt!"
Chapter completed!