Liu Lang got a lot of data, nearly a hundred of them, and each one is very important. Now Liu Lang can't get what he wants from these data, because he has to perform calculations to restore these data to specific physical objects, or
Is it an analysis of engine materials, or a General Motors engine?
The unique process method, or the change curve of the sealing rubber ring under high temperature and pressure. Behind every data is a world-class technology. Liu Lang can compare it with the data he has obtained before, and then conduct reverse engineering.
Looking back, these technologies are too important.
At this moment, Liu Lang unexpectedly thought of a scene, in which the protagonist in a martial arts novel obtained some kind of martial arts secret book by chance, and then relied on this secret book to become the supreme martial arts master, defeating all the masters, and the protagonist in the scene
Now he has become Liu Lang himself.
After that short minute, Liu Lang quickly left the laboratory. Sun Hu was sitting in the car waiting for him. Liu Lang got in the car without saying a word and asked Sun Hu to go home immediately while taking out a piece of paper.
paper, and quickly wrote down all the data he had just written down on it. Even with a memory like a computer, he was afraid of forgetting the data at this time.
After returning home, Liu Lang hurriedly walked into his bedroom, locked the door, and then stood on the table and quickly calculated.
Liu Lang's bedroom is very large, more than sixty square meters. There is a desk in the center. This desk is also very large, reaching three square meters. It can be used as a bed. The desk is filled with straw paper, most of which are on straw paper.
All kinds of data are written on them.
No one knows what these data mean, because there is no text in front of the data, only an inexplicable symbol.
These symbols were all designed by Liu Lang. For example, a symbol similar to the big toe of the left foot represents the clutch system, and the big toe of the right foot is naturally the engine system.
This symbol is actually very simple, but if Liu Lang didn't tell others, almost no one would be able to guess it, and the data inside is also true and false. For example, some data have increased by an order of magnitude, and the data are all marked, except Liu Lang.
What no one outside Lang would notice is Liu Lang's special password.
These data were calculated by Liu Lang over several months. When reduced to drawings and text, it is a complete process of manufacturing an engine. From materials to finished products, it is very complete. If someone gets it, they can basically start it.
He is an engine manufacturing company. As long as he has adequate equipment, he can build engines. It can be said to be his biggest effort in the past year and a half.
This information is very valuable to China. Even ten years later, no automobile company in China will be able to manufacture its own engines. But now Liu Lang has a complete manufacturing flow chart, which can be described as priceless.
Not an exaggeration.
It is precisely because these materials are so precious that Liu Lang was extremely careful and did not dare to write them out directly. He could only temporarily record them in this way. As for how to restore them, only he himself knew.
Liu Lang piled these materials aside, then took out a piece of white paper and started writing quickly.
His speed was not very fast, but it was quite smooth. There was no pause in the middle. After five minutes, the white paper was filled with various data, and then he took another piece of paper and continued writing.
Liu Lang wrote so tirelessly that he lost track of time. If someone were standing next to him at this time, they would see a trace of heat coming out of his head, as if his inner strength was rising and he was about to achieve a magical feat.
It's November in Los Angeles, and it's already winter. However, Los Angeles has a tropical maritime climate, and the lowest temperature in winter is more than ten degrees. There is air conditioning in the house, and it's basically around 21 or 2 degrees, neither cold nor hot.
, the reason why Liu Lang had heat coming out of his head was completely a sign of overuse of his brain, as most of the body's heat was concentrated in his head.
Liu Lang was already used to this state of things. When he started writing, he had already placed more than a dozen pieces of chocolate next to him. Every ten minutes or so, he would randomly take one and put it in his mouth, until he stretched out his hand and only got one.
He opened the wrapping paper and realized that all the chocolates had been eaten, and a thick dozen of them were piled in front of him.
"Dang Dang Dang!"
Someone is knocking on the door outside.
"Son, it's time for dinner!"
Xu Wenxiu's voice came in.
"Have you finished eating?"
Liu Lang looked out the window and saw that it was already dark.
"call……!"
Liu Lang let out a long breath, and then he felt that his legs were a little weak, and his hair was wet. When he touched it with his hands, his scalp was wet, and the collar of his clothes was wet with the sweat that had flowed unconsciously.
"Gulu!"
His stomach growled. Even though he ate more than ten pieces of chocolate and consumed thousands of calories, he could not sustain the rapid consumption.
"She is really my mother! She eats in time!"
If Liu Lang did not take in more energy, he would probably feel dizzy in ten minutes and faint in twenty minutes.
"Coming!"
Liu Lang responded and opened the door, and the aroma of beef stew hit his face.
"Son, look at how sweaty you are, hurry up, the food is ready!"
Liu Lang's parents have long been accustomed to their son, especially in recent months. When they get home, they stay in their room and do calculations. They often don't come out for several hours. When they come out, they look tired.
My stomach growled with hunger, and I ate more food in one meal than Xu Wenxiu.
Of course, the two of them felt very sorry for their son. In the eyes of outsiders, he was extremely smart, and the things he had done were beyond ordinary people's imagination. Even though many big shots got along with Liu Lang as equals, in the eyes of their parents, he was still a little boy.
An eight-year-old child is just growing up. What if something goes wrong if he works so hard every day?
However, the two of them knew their son's temper, and although they never got angry with them, they never listened to their words, and it was of no use to them. They could only provide logistical support so that Liu Lang could eat well.
“It smells so good!”
Liu Lang went downstairs and came to the living room. When everyone saw him coming, they all picked up their chopsticks and started eating. After ten minutes, Liu Lang had eaten two bowls of rice, a large bowl of beef, and two pieces of fried chicken legs.
"Okay, finished eating, go upstairs!"
Liu Lang wiped his mouth, stood up, and returned to his room again.
"This guy really just leaves after eating... Come on, leave him alone, let's continue eating!"
Liu Donglai shook his head and said helplessly.
"Brother Liu Lang is going to study, and I am going to study too. You guys can eat!"
Sun Xiaohu followed suit and put down his chopsticks, stood up and walked to his bedroom.
He is now in primary school, and he is also a top student in school. This is Liu Lang's role model.