Rebirth of the Military Industrial Overlord

Tan Zhenhua threw down Pan Xiaobao, who was confused and touched the back of his head in a daze. He ran home in a hurry, took a few mouthfuls of dinner prepared by his mother, and got into his room. Of course, he still consciously spent two hours to finish today’s homework, thanks to his fusion of memories of the two generations, and good grades, otherwise he would rely on the thick workbook to change Xue Zi’s estimate. He went in the middle of the night, of course, Xue Zi must be in the middle of the night. As for Xiao Bao? Don't mention Xiaobao, he can copy his homework tomorrow morning. I guess he won't be able to do it in half an hour by copying the answer.

Listening to the movement of the opposite door, Tan Zhenhua estimated that his father had finished showing off, and he was moving back to move the TV and the table, and hurried out to help.

My mother asked, "Zhenhua, you finished your homework?" After hearing the affirmative answer, she didn't bother to pay attention to the father and son, and sat aside to sew clothes. To say that my mother is still sure about her son's studies, she hasn't bothered about it since she was a child, and her son has always been the top two in the class, so she just messed around with him and dad.

Tan Zhenhua and his father came in with the table carrying the table, they moved a stool and sat on the side, watching his father get busy, the TV has been left on the desk and workbench of the same model of Tan Zhenhua's "sinking head", and his father also I ignored him and turned on the electric soldering iron to preheat, while holding a tweezers, dialing this, bye bye, and murmured in his mouth: "There must be a bad contact, otherwise the sound will not be intermittent. Yes, it must be the audio decoding circuit, um, I found it, there is a virtual solder..."

With the snare drum in his heart, Tan Zhenhua was thinking about his plan, but his dad would need to help him. He had to think about how to get his dad in... ahem, no, it was to apply for assistance from a group of relatives and friends.

After pondering for a long time, he finally found the conversation: "Hey, I said, Dad, you can use this TV, but this line is flying in a mess. This is going to be broken, how can I fix it, and it’s not pretty? Isn't it?"

Dad raised his head and cast a glance at him, and said, "I pretended it myself, don't I know how this thread went? I repaired it by myself if it broke, why are you afraid?"

Yes, my dad blocked this conversation, but Tan Zhenhua didn’t think it was difficult. He didn’t believe it. He had lived for almost 70 years of social experience, and he couldn’t fool Comrade Tan, who was only over 40 this year. Lame? ......Ahem, I do ideological work, do you understand ideological work? This is the bunny’s master magic weapon, powerful leverage, much more powerful than "two bombs and one star", that is the country's most important weapon!

"Also, look, today you also hung a sign behind the picture tube, saying "High voltage, don't touch". If it's literate, it's okay to say, if you run into an illiterate, just reach out and do that. The trouble is big."

"Jing nonsense, did you find an illiterate person in this yard to come out and have a look?"

That said, this is the largest research institute in the Far East. It’s the largest research institute in the Far East. It’s very rare for college students and other units. But here, it’s round K calculations. If you want to find someone who is illiterate, hey, you’re playing a lantern. Can't find it.

But Tan Zhenhua's nonsense came just by opening his mouth: "Why not, the grandson of Master Zhou's downstairs, isn't he illiterate?"

Master Zhou downstairs, he had been working before liberation. He has been working here since the institute was a radar repair shop. He is an electric welder with very good craftsmanship, but his literacy level is a little bit low. After graduating from elementary school, because he was not rated as a senior technician, he could only live downstairs and only got a room. Master Zhou’s only son graduated from Dazhou High School. When Master Zhou retired, he replaced him and worked as an electric welder. I heard that his craftsmanship is better than that of Lao Zhou. The year before last, he gave Lao Zhou a fat grandson, three generations of grandchildren. Squeezed into 8 or 9 squares, it is also awkward. Tan Zhenhua always wondered where he was before, "You said that when a big family was crowded in that small house, when did this fat grandson get it out?"

He was thinking about it here, and he heard his father say: "Smelly boy, you are itchy, right? That fat boy is only 2 years old, can you count it?"

At this time, I heard the mother who had been sitting on the side of the bed sewing clothes open: "It's also a problem to talk about this. If anyone accidentally runs into something good or bad, it's just kind of doing bad things, or getting old. Tan, you can still make a shell and cover the TV. It's safe and not too dusty."

The queen mother made a decree, and Comrade Tan couldn’t help but listen. He tilted his head and pondered for a while and said, “This shell is really troublesome. If you want to make a good-looking one, you have to use plastic, but plastic. The mold is about to be opened, and the price is too high, unless it is made of wood, I will find time later and order a wooden box. It is ugly and ugly."

Tan Zhenhua hurriedly followed up: "Dad, what are you doing with wood? It's ugly to say, and it's so heavy. Are you tired every day when you move around? If you want me, you have to find a way to get a plastic inside The wiring is also neat and tidy, and it's best to be made into a printed circuit board, which looks like a serious object."

Comrade Tan is a bit embarrassed. At that time, there was no auxiliary design software like PRO-E. To turn the schematic diagram into a printed circuit board diagram, you had to draw the drawings by hand. That was a test of basic skills, even if It's an old driver like Comrade Tan... ahem, it's a master, that would take a lot of effort.

Old Comrade Tan was full of reluctance, but couldn’t hold back his son’s stalking there, so he finally agreed to draw the drawings of the printed circuit board. As for the housing, Tan Zhenhua took a big deal and said that he would find a solution. And it must be plastic. Although Tan Ming knew that Tan Zhenhua must be thinking of something horrible in his heart, he was reluctant to ask anything because of the trust he had always shown in his son. Anyway, it was not a bad thing to toss about it, so he let him go. Tan Zhenhua secretly breathed out that the first step of his huge plan was finally taken.