Li Daqiang didn't answer at all. The thing was made to look like stockings, but the truth was that it was a certain fiber material used in the research of screw rod prevention machinery, high-pressure washers, blades, etc.
Another name is engineering plastics.
I really thought that if you stretched it into silk and made stockings, they would be stockings. That was just a bad taste of a group of researchers.
Use their words to prevent others from prying into the true content of their research.
In other words.
Even the own people in a laboratory building were on guard.
This thing, the money Bai Hao poured into it made even Li Daqiang feel distressed when he saw it.
I briefly visited the experimental area, and then it was dinner time. After dinner, I continued the tour.
In other schools, school would have been over long ago.
But Dongyuan is still in class whether it is a technical school, technical secondary school, junior college or university.
Geng Yuqiu and others couldn't understand it.
Why should a student studying machining in a technical school take courses such as materials mechanics, thermal fluids, and computer applications? Shouldn't this be a university course?
So, what are college students studying?
In a classroom, there seems to be self-study. Several students are discussing in the corner. One student is writing, counting, and drawing on the blackboard, and he is obsessed with it.
With the knowledge of several professors, they could only use one word to describe "enjoyed" at this time.
Damn it.
This is a freshman, what is the calculation on the blackboard.
This thing seems to belong to the dimensional vector space of functional analysis...
The professors were stunned.
"Principal, this is a freshman, not a graduate student?"
Li Daqiang held his chin with one hand: "I know a little more about this. This student's name is Du Zichun. One day, the director of Xiaobai suddenly called back. In the words of Professor Feng Yuchun, Xiaobai was dreaming. Then Feng Yu
Professor Chun told this dream to Qu Si, who was a Ph.D., and Qu Si told this dream to Du Zichun, and then this classmate really started to study it."
"What a dream."
"Well, the five axes are four-dimensional. Three three-dimensional dimensions are stacked together. The height, length, and width plus one are stacked."
The five professors were silent.
This statement seems to make sense.
If you think about it more deeply, it does have some flavor.
The five professors hid behind Du Zichun's back and watched Du Zichun's almost crazy calculations.
Sudden……
Du Zichun wiped off the writing on the blackboard with his clothes like crazy, then wrote a formula, and then wrote three words after the formula. He raised a smile at the corner of his mouth and fell down straight up.
White top!
Li Daqiang stood in front of the blackboard and looked at it for a minute. He didn't help Du Zichun who fell down because he didn't care.
A minute later, Li Daqiang took out a whistle from his pocket and started blowing it hard.
Soon, people from the security office rushed in.
When the people in the security department saw Du Zichun, their first reaction was that a student had an accident. But Li Daqiang shouted: "Tear down the blackboard for me, pay attention to every symbol on it, and move it to the warehouse. Then take the baby to the hospital."
room."
Just remove the blackboard.
No one was surprised by this operation, at least no one at No.9 Factory or Dongyuan University.
The students ran over to carry Du Zichun, and the people from the security office removed the blackboard.
Li Daqiang murmured in his mouth: "Awesome, awesome. This is a topic. It should be called the mathematical model of the topological structure error transmission chain, or the mathematical model of the topological structure machine tool movement axis error transmission chain." After reading,
, Li Daqiang shouted again: "Who is that? Notify the kitchen to stew an old hen for Du Zichun."
His grandma's.
Li Daqiang got excited, glanced at Geng Yuqiu, and trotted out of the classroom without saying hello. He grabbed a student's bicycle outside and sped away. He wanted to find Feng Yuchun and Wu Qianye.
This mathematical model needs to be developed. Once the five-axis is completed, it will be of great use.
Leng Shuangshuang was not a mechanical major, so she asked, "I don't understand."
Geng Yuqiu had been thinking about it for a while, and he said: "My understanding of the five axes in my memory is that processing is continuous and the five axes are complementary. But just now, Factory 9 overturned my understanding. What Factory 9 is studying is,
The five-axis interpolation real-time control automatic conversion technology is probably something that advanced countries such as the United States have never thought of.”
"A miracle, this is a miracle." Di Juan also said: "Ninth Factory is not a place to study ordinary gadgets. The five-axis is four-dimensional. I'm convinced. I'm convinced."
After saying this, Di Zhuo stood outside the blackboard that had been removed, as if the original words were still left in time and space.
He stretched out his hand to draw and calculate on it, as if he could see the original words.
Suddenly, he turned around and asked, "Why is it called Bai Tuopu?"
No one answered this question.
Because no one knows.
If Principal Li Daqiang was here, he would know that Du Zichun, a person like Du Zichun who is partial to science, withdrawn, and always misunderstood as having a brain problem, was the one who accepted him into the school of Jiuchang and gave him a good environment.
A large number of books, access to computers, and trust in him.
He is grateful.
Coupled with Bai Hao's kind, the five-axis is dimensional, which opened a window in his heart, allowing his talent to finally have a window to release.
This topological formula is unprecedented, even though it may not be correct.
He was named after the character Bai.
This is a kind of catharsis for Du Zichun, a young man who is not good at words, to express his inner emotions.
One day later, Bai Hao hid back to Jingzhao, then drove a small pink turtle from the train station back to Jiuchang, and quietly returned home.
Shi Guozhong was surprised: "I said Mr. Factory Manager, you are a thief."
"Hehe." Bai Hao laughed twice: "If people know that I'm back, it will make you feel better, Boss Shi, so keep a low profile, keep a low profile."
Shi Guozhong thought for a while: "Okay, I believe it."
Whether true or false, Shi Guozhong chose to believe it.
However, after only half a day, Shi Guozhong realized how powerful it was.
Even if no one knew that Bai Hao was back, many people still came.
Nine factories and nine gates.
Three on the north, three on the south, two on the west, and the Chanhe Bridge on the east.
Everyone comes to visit.
Factory No. 9 will not accept any of them.
The reason is very simple, the factory director is away. Director Fu is on a business trip to Yueyang Feizang again. There is no one in the Ninth Factory.
Dongyuan University does not accept visitors.
this!
After digging ditches for several days, Zhao Qingguo, who got along well with his factory worker brothers, finally found a few people he could talk to.
At night, he accompanied a logistics worker to transfer the swill to be sent to the pig farm.
This life is hard.
This life is tiring.
This job is extremely dirty.
But Zhao Qingguo, who is determined, is not afraid. In order to mingle with the people here, he is not afraid of hardship, tiredness, or dirt.
And just when he was about to work, a veteran pushed him: "Over there."
there?
There was a flash of light, which seemed to be the light of a flashlight.
"There is a thief."
"Maybe." The veteran looked serious.
Zhao Qingguo took a deep breath, straightened his eyes, then picked up a stick and walked over gently.
