Zhang Gaoyuan opened his eyes, and his eyes were filled with darkness. He reached out to touch the glasses on the bedside, but couldn't find anything for a long time. He could only touch the edge of the bed and get up to figure out the situation.
It's a bit exaggerated to say that you sleep in a Datong bunk, but it actually has eight bunk beds in a room. A dozen people live in one room, and if there are vacancies, they can be used to store luggage.
The reason why the living environment is so crowded is not because the group is reluctant to spend money, but because Zhou Qingfeng's link network only has a range of 500 meters, so people must be gathered together.
After all, the specially appointed experts have traveled thousands of miles to preach and receive their vocations. It is not easy for them to crowd together, so they can only suffer from their own people. Since more than a dozen students live together as much as possible, they have to queue up to go to the toilet when they wake up.
But Zhang Gaoyuan and Zhang Gong are used to it. He is from the Honghe Automobile Factory in the old city. In the 1970s, the factory was composed of a few engineers and a group of technical school graduates, and they relied on their passion to build cars.
Less than 400 vehicles were built in seven years.
Other people's chassis beams are made with a forging press. They don't have a forging press, so they can only use a sledgehammer. The scene is very spectacular and the spirit is commendable, but the technology is really not good.
But this was the only company in Yunnan that could manufacture cars at that time.
By the 1990s, the "Honghe" factory really couldn't survive, and it had no choice but to sell itself out if it didn't go bankrupt.
‘Holy Light’ simply looked down on the pile of junk simple machine tools in the factory, and really had no use for the pile of workers who couldn’t keep up with modern production, so they could only pick and choose a group of people to be trainees.
Zhang Gaoyuan was in his forties. Because he could still speak a few words in English, he came to the Imperial Capital to work as an assistant to a foreigner - he never imagined that he would have such an experience.
Is the guest house in poor condition? Mr. Zhang doesn't care at all. Over the years, I have stayed in small hotels for just a few cents a day on business trips, but now the accommodation provided by the group is good enough.
At least the cafeteria has plenty of meat and fish open to eat every day. It’s not as exquisite as what foreign experts eat, but it’s definitely rich enough.
On the way to the imperial capital, Mr. Zhang was uneasy. The group asked him to learn hydraulic transmission from an American professor named Jung. He was heartbroken. After meeting Jung, he even stammered. He almost didn't know how to do it.
say.
Jung investigated the team like a primary school student. Zhang Gaoyuan found that many people in his team could not even speak English, and his heart felt even colder. He could feel the contempt that the foreign professor had for him.
There is no way, no one else would be able to arouse the interest in teaching when meeting such a group of students. This would be too much of a delay.
Next, Jung demanded that the language difficulty be solved first, and he also used a highly professional subject dictionary as the standard. When he opened the dictionary, everyone in the team felt despair - they were really a bunch of rubes, they had never experienced this.
I know all the letters in the dictionary individually, but when they are put together, I am confused.
This is basically the case for every team in this guest house and dormitory, and they all don’t know what to do.
Just when someone has given up, everyone is hypnotized and takes a nap. Under the suggestion technique, some details of past life are ignored by everyone, and instead they accept a large amount of knowledge and information that they have never thought of.
After waking up after sleeping for several hours, Zhang Gong found that his myopia of more than 1,000 degrees had suddenly improved.
Usually he wears glasses thicker than the bottom of a pot, otherwise he has to hold the book very close to see clearly. But now it was dark and the light was on outside the guest house window, and he could clearly see the street outside from dozens of meters away.
neon lettering on.
"Strange."
Zhang Gong muttered something and went into the bathroom to use the toilet. When he looked in the mirror, he didn't notice any difference in himself, but when he saw his own face, he remembered that the sentence he just muttered was in English.
"I am..."
When he opened his mouth again, he still spoke in English, as if he had been in an English environment for a long time and could no longer speak Chinese for a while. Zhang Gaoyuan had to think about it before he could restore the normal word order.
"Get up, aren't you hungry? What time is it now?" Zhang Gaoyuan knocked on the high and low beds one by one, calling out to everyone else in the room.
More than a dozen people were supposed to study together, but no one could explain why everyone fell asleep. He grabbed his watch and screamed in surprise all over the room, but when he opened his mouth, he didn't say "fuck", instead he changed it to "fuck"
Such foreign accents.
"What's going on? Why are we sleeping like pigs?"
"I feel like my head is a little heavy."
"What time is it? I'm really hungry."
"Get up quickly, there should be food in the cafeteria."
"Hey, why do we only have one toilet here? We still have to do squats!"
Under the influence of suggestion, the team members did not feel that there was anything strange about themselves. They felt that they should be like this, so they rushed out of the dormitory like a wasp out of the nest and went straight to the guest house canteen.
The cafeteria is crowded with people at this moment, and students from dozens of teams have basically woken up at this moment. People in the cafeteria seem not to be surprised, and they have expected this group of people to be like this. The aroma of chicken, duck, fish and shrimp is just waiting to be eaten.
Where's the belly?
Zhang Gaoyuan didn't wear glasses, but he habitually wiped the fog on his glasses. When he stretched out his hand to wipe it, he realized that he was no longer short-sighted. He was stunned for a second and said inexplicably: "What did we learn today?"
"The history of gearbox development." A young student answered without raising his head as he immersed himself in the whole steamed sea bass.
Another student was chewing a leg of lamb and said casually: "Professor Jung's lectures are very good. Listening to his lectures, you can grasp the context and key points of technological development, which will be very helpful for future study."
"Yes, I just learned today that foreign gearboxes have begun to develop hydraulic systems. The factory I used to work at was still tinkering with mechanical meteor gearboxes, and it wasn't very good."
"Foreign countries have developed early, and it is indeed worth learning. This time I came to study at the right time. It won't be long before we will have our own hydraulic system."
There were different opinions, but Zhang Gaoyuan still felt that he felt weird for some reason. He asked again: "When did we attend the class?"
"Isn't it just morning?"
"Yes, I talked about a lot this morning."
"Didn't Professor Jung give us a thorough understanding? He also corrected our English grammar and accent."
"Hey, hey, have you seen the table next to me? It sounds like they are from a cardiac surgery department. The girls are quite pretty."
The attention of a group of men immediately shifted, and all their eyes moved to the next table. Next to them were students from another team, most of whom were women. Seeing someone staring at them, the girls glared unceremoniously.
"How did you know they were cardiac surgeons?"
"I understand what they are talking about."
"It's strange. I also understand a little bit. I feel like I learned similar things somewhere."
People in the same team realized something and raised their heads from the dining table to look around and listen to the chatter at the table next to them. They heard someone talking about photolithography masks, someone talking about biopharmaceuticals, someone talking about precision instruments, and someone even talking about nuclear energy engineering.
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Miscellaneous voices were heard one after another, and everyone's conversation was quite simple and straightforward, and each other could understand it. But it was this "understanding" that brought great weirdness.
In Zhang Gaoyuan's team, a young man also looked puzzled and whispered: "How many days have we studied? It feels like we suddenly understand a lot of things."
But immediately someone shouted: "Don't worry about eating and eating. You have to seize the time when you have free time in the evening. I really love studying now."
(Let’s have a meal with the official account tomorrow, this time it’s a handheld cup. Hahaha..., the copywriting is not written by me. Don’t ask me about my experience.)