Era space: flirting with tens of billions of materials

Lin Nianhe found the two little old men very melancholy.

It felt like returning home from a business trip for three years just in time for my youngest son’s full moon party.

From head to toe, he was filled with the sadness of wanting to die but finding out that not only would he lose his life, but he would also lose his face.

Lin Nianhe thought for a while and asked tactfully: "Master, how is my wife's health lately?"

Rong Zhiguo looked at her like she was mentally retarded: "Have you lost your mind?"

Lin Nianhe turned to Chang Jinzhong: "Uncle Chang, how is my aunt's health lately?"

Chang Jinzhong looked sleepy and asked Rong Zhiguo: "Has your apprentice lost his brain?"

How long have they not been home? If you ask them this question, can they answer it?

Lin Nianhe didn't understand.

If it’s not about having a baby, then what do these two have to worry about here?

Rong Zhiguo smoked his cigarette until he was surrounded by white mist, making him look like a fairy. Then he kindly gave Lin Nianhe an explanation: "Girl, I'm afraid I won't be able to do that palm-sized thing in my life." It’s like a knot.”

Lin Nianhe stopped eating melon seeds and finally understood where the master's sadness came from.

This is a psychological gap caused by being suddenly thrust into the home of a top student and facing the huge gap in the same time and space.

Lin Nianhe's hand paused for a moment, then continued to eat melon seeds.

She said: "That's it, I won't buy it even if you make it - I just bought a new one last year and I won't replace it until I die."

Rong Zhiguo choked and stared angrily.

Lin Nianhe continued slowly: "I don't care at all whether you build a camera or not. I'm here to ask you, are you interested in studying lithography machines?"

Scientific research cannot be separated from scientists, nor can it be separated from craftsmen with superb craftsmanship.

High-precision manufacturing requires the combination of two swords.

Craftsman operation is the last link in the manufacturing chain, which determines whether the final product is a high-quality product or a defective product.

Regardless of whether it is in the past or in the future, skilled craftsmen are scarce talents. Sometimes, an experience from a master craftsman can save a researcher half a box of scratch paper for calculations.

Rong Zhiguo was stunned for a moment: "What lithography machine?"

"The projection lithography machine is more advanced than the contact lithography machine we made last year." Lin Nianhe said, "I bought two units and they were delivered half a month later."

Her tone was quite calm, as if she was not talking about the lithography machine, but that she and Shen Wenyan had just bought two boxes of egg tarts.

Rong Zhiguo looked at her coldly and looked at her as a coward.

Chang Jinzhong was so shocked that he couldn't speak: "How did you buy it? How is this possible..." He frowned, not understanding how Lin Nianhe did it.

Lin Nianhe: "Well... I have a friend who is good at using strength to defeat cleverness..."

Chang Jinzhong: "What do you mean?"

Rong Zhiguo's eyes darkened: "Are you trying to rob me?"

Lin Nianhe smiled dryly: "Actually, I don't know how he bought it, but it was just a transaction. I gave him a price he couldn't resist."

Five thousand tons of rice, Lin Nianhe spent about five million when he bought them. That will be 5 million in a hundred years, and a lithography machine will cost 200 million in a hundred years.

Lin Nianhe felt that he had made a lot of money.

Today, 5,000 tons of rice is worth about one million U.S. dollars. Two second-hand lithography machines cost about 300,000 yuan.

Vladimir also felt that he had made a lot of money.

Both parties to the transaction feel that they have made a lot of money, and they don't know who lost in this transaction.

Rong Zhiguo pointed at Lin Nianhe tremblingly and said word by word: "Remember, you have never been to Xiangjiang, you, you..." He glanced at Chang Jinzhong and continued, "You During this time, I have been helping your senior brother in the workshop of the machinery factory. You have recently been overhauling the lathe... remember!"

Chang Jinzhong also realized the crux of the problem and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, there just are few people in the new workshop. You are right there, with only your senior brothers around."

Lin Nianhe felt warm in his heart and nodded repeatedly: "Okay, I remember."

"You are truly my living ancestor." Rong Zhiguo swept away his frustration, stood up from the bench, grabbed his luggage bag and started stuffing things into it, not forgetting to urge, "What are you doing there? Pack your things and go back to the capital! ” ˆ ˆ “Really... I should have your legs amputated and locked up at home... You can cause such a big trouble when you come out to play. Why don’t you stab the sky?”

While the master was scolding him, Lin Nianhe consciously did not reply, nor did he ask whether he wanted to do research, and went back to pack his luggage neatly.

She came to Xiangjiang with a lot of money and had no money when she returned, but she got 30% of the shares of Longhua Freight Company, which facilitated the sale of Zheng Lirong and Zhou Laosi, and established a deep friendship with Vladimir.

Oh, and countless gifts.

There were those from the Shen family, Uncle Capasa's family, the Jiang family...even Lu Zai gave her a red sweater knitted by my mother.

Two months ago, Lin Nianhe came quietly, and two months later, she left quietly again.

Many people don't know who she is, let alone that she has been here.

But countless people have remembered the [Yanhuang] written in the newspaper that day with a knife as a pen and blood.

……

On July 1st, the plane clouds crossed the blue sky of the capital. When it landed, Lin Nianhe was pushed awake by Rong Zhiguo.

For some reason, as soon as she got on the plane home, she couldn't control her sleepiness and fell asleep as soon as her eyes closed.

Editor Zhu was so frightened that he thought she was dead.

Lin Nianhe slept extremely soundly this night, without even having a dream.

She happily followed everyone off the plane and stepped straight out of the airport gate - she had too much luggage and couldn't move it, so Chang Jinzhong arranged for a small truck from the machinery factory to pick it up, leaving her alone.

Lin Nianhe, who had been away for two whole months, did not see her father and mother as soon as she got off the plane. They were too busy to pick her up.

But Su Yuncheng, Wang Shumei and Wen Lan are all here.

"Oh... dear, you miss me so much!"

Lin Nianhe rushed over and hugged them one by one.

When they hugged Su Yuncheng, passers-by obviously looked at them strangely.

Lin Nianhe hugged him briefly and then let go, showing off his new hairstyle with a smile: "How about it? I'll look good with short hair, right?"

"It's very beautiful." Su Yuncheng's eyes were full of tenderness, with a touch of heartache hidden in his eyes.

Wang Shumei pointed it out directly: "Why have you lost so much weight after two months of being out? If I hadn't recognized this outfit, I wouldn't have believed it was you."

Wen Lan reached out and pinched Lin Nianhe's face: "Girl, are you being bullied outside?"

Lin Nianhe's nose was sour.

She nodded vigorously: "Yes! I'm about to be bullied to death!"

"Ugh... do you remember that Nishi? She almost took me to the police station and shot me!"

"There is also a man named Yang Jiawen. He has brought hundreds of people to hack me to death!"

Listening to classmate Xiao Lin's accusation, Su Yuncheng's breathing became rapid.

Wang Shumei suddenly asked: "How is Nashi doing now?"

Lin Nianhe: "Oh, dead."

Wen Lan then asked: "What about the coward named Yang?"

Lin Nianhe: "Oh, he's dead too."

Wang Shumei and Wen Lan looked at each other and gave her a big eye roll: "Then you're howling!"

Lin Nianhe covered his heart and whispered, "I'm scared."

"roll!"