Facing the behavior of throwing away sour oranges and giving them to his son to eat, Fang Ze could only roll his eyes at his mother, then peel the orange shreds and say to Fang's father, "I've thought it over. I don't think these two questions are an obstacle. The part-time job I'm doing now can not only make me get enough pay, but also let me learn a lot. In the future, even if I don't continue to be a doctor, I can do other careers."

"How old are you this year?"

"Twenty three."

"Well, I've been an adult for five years. Now that you've made up your mind, I can only support you, but at last, I have a small request."

Fang's father said in a calm tone to Fang Ze, "I won't ask what kind of work you do in this part-time job. You don't mention it. You certainly don't want to say it. But as parents, while we are proud of your own ideas, we will certainly have some worries. So can you say oneortwo achievements you get in your part-time job, so that your parents can rest assured."

"Remember the audio I gave you before?"

"Remember, it's really amazing. And it's probably made by an animal, because human research on sound is far from that level."

"That voice is indeed an animal's voice." Fang Ze was not surprised. Fang's father suspected that the sound was made by an animal.

After all, human beings have learned a lot of technology from animals so far.

Human beings have not conquered nature, let alone explored the secrets of nature.

"That voice is one of my part-time compensation." Fang Ze explained, "and I will get more similar things in the future."

"Well." Fang's father heard Fang Ze's words, and his fingers kept knocking on the table. He didn't know what he was thinking.

"There may be another good thing recently." Fang Ze handed his father the oranges that had been stripped of orange shreds, and said, "but I need a channel to sell these things for money."

"If you need anything, just ask your father." Fang's father said, "anyway, our research institute takes so much money from the country every year, studies everything at random, and occasionally produces oneortwo achievements beyond eight poles, which can also be said to be in the past."

"Don't forget, you are only the deputy director. Can you decide many things?"

Fang Ze's eyes looked at Fang's father, who had eaten two oranges, but his face remained unchanged, as if oranges were not sour.

In fact, Fang Ze has some regrets now. He should have eaten another one just now. Maybe the next one won't be sour.

"Our current director is Ding Yi. As long as you take out something that can be studied by him, he doesn't care where you get it."

"Is it Ding Yi, the youngest academician of the Chinese Academy of Sciences?"

"Yes." Father Fang answered in the affirmative.

Ding Yi, the youngest academician in the history of China Academy of Sciences, holds two doctorates in philosophy and quantum physics, and a master's degree in mathematics. She was once the chief scientist of the national neutron decay research project.

Of course, just looking at these achievements, Ding Yi is just a more powerful scientist.

However, Ding Yi's greatest strength lies not in his achievements, but in his strong ability and wide knowledge, which enable all scientists who have been with him to be convinced of him and willingly accept his leadership.

For Chinese scientists, Ding Yi is equivalent to an omniscient existence.

"Then I'm relieved." Fang Ze's original worry finally disappeared.

The design information of the armed helicopter he obtained from steel man stark contains not only the war machine itself, but also the scientific and technological achievements behind its many designs.

Take a gun for example. For ordinary people, an advanced rifle means longer shooting distance, less recoil and faster shooting speed.

But as a scientist, the first thing they need to understand is why this gun has a longer shooting distance than other guns, which principle is involved, and whether this principle can be applied to other industries.

Therefore, Fang Ze handed over the shooting data of the armed helicopter produced by Stark industrial group. The first thing the country must do is not to build the helicopter, but to verify whether the scientific knowledge involved is correct.

Learn to understand the parts worth learning, and then apply them to domestic helicopters or other aspects.

This is the essence and horror of reverse engineering.

To learn from you, we should not only learn how to make, but also understand the principle, apply it to our own things, and then surpass you.

Due to the absence of big cat, Fang Ze couldn't get the design information given by iron man for the time being. Fang Ze didn't mention this matter to Fang's father first and waited until next Friday.

After the father and son finished talking, they were very satisfied with each other, so they began to talk about some daily topics in a happy mood.

"By the way, Dad." Fang Ze pointed to the orange that had only two petals left in his father's hand and said, "isn't this orange sour?"

Fang's father used to eat oranges while chatting with Fang Ze. After hearing what Fang Ze said, he immediately stopped chewing and felt the taste of orange..

"It seems that it's really a little sour." Father Fang's expression was distorted, and he looked suddenly sour.

It was almost finished before he felt sour. Fang Ze was too lazy to roast about the length of his father's reflection arc.

When he got up at noon the next day, Fang Ze was rolling around with his mobile phone on his big bed, and then he heard Fang Ma knocking on the bedroom door while shouting.

Fang Ze rolled up and pulled his clothes over, then shouted, "Mom, you can come in."

"Alas, it's not like being a child now. You can come in whenever you want." Fang's mother roast every day, and then says to Fang Ze, "are you busy today?"

"Except for picking up a friend in the afternoon, there's nothing else." Fang Ze said to Fang Ma, "you know I have no friends here."

"You can accompany me to the chess court in the afternoon." Fang Ma leaned against the door frame and said, "in the afternoon, there is a go game of the youth group in the Chess Academy. There are not enough people, so we need help."

"Yes." Fang Ze thought for a moment. The guest to come this afternoon was a child, and probably a young Tang monk. He didn't think there would be any trouble, so he nodded and agreed.

"What time is the match?"

"From 3 p.m. to 8 p.m., you can rest in the middle. Most of the time, you just need to maintain order in the venue."

"Well, I'll wash now, and when I'm finished, we'll have dinner."