Spark

"The nest material has already been sprinkled. After a few days, he is full and ready to go down the pole."

In the hotel room, Meng Qinghao continued to say while rubbing his temples that ached from a hangover:

"This kid can really drink, two bottles of vodka, almost didn't knock him down"

"You are also very good. When you bought Varyag before, did you have a share?"

Peng Hui on the side asked with a slightly teasing tone.

"No, that's what Boss Xu did. At that time, those of us who ran business used him as an idol."

"I didn't expect that one day, I would continue to do the work he didn't finish."

"If you think about it, it's been a long time."

"From 1999 to this year, the construction was officially started."

"Isn't it? I've been on the road for three years."

Peng Hui said coldly.

".That can't be helped. If the country is not strong, it is doomed to be bullied. The idea is bad, and even the local chickens dare to intervene. Forget it, let's not talk about this, I have prepared everything I asked you to prepare. No?"

Hearing this, Peng Hui nodded, took out a stack of documents from his briefcase, and handed them to Meng Qinghao.

"It's all ready, the notes you want are all messed up."

"I don't have a place to find a handwriting expert for you, but there is not much difference between our handwriting. As long as we don't compare them one by one, we can basically see no flaws."

"For the selection of information, I tried my best to screen according to your technical level, and the things left on the paper are simple and easy to understand."

"However, I suggest that you screen again by yourself to eliminate hidden dangers."

"Kuchma used to be a very professional researcher. If you don't do every step properly, it is actually very difficult to hide from him."

Meng Qinghao took the document and quickly flipped through it, then quickly pointed out several flaws.

"Here, it doesn't conform to my habit of using words on paper, so I need to change it."

"Here, I don't understand this concept. According to my personality in front of him, it is impossible to try to record or delete it."

"The graffiti here is superfluous, don't—all meaningful graffiti should be changed into lines, irregular black blocks, and Chinese characters."

"And here."

Peng Hui recorded the significance of his opinion, and then said:

"Understood, I will change the version today. When do you plan to do it?"

Meng Qinghao shook his head and replied:

"I don't know, I can only wait for the time being."

"This kind of Jiang Gan stealing books must not be deliberate. It would be better to be slow and late, and not to show flaws and make them suspicious."

"So, during this period of time, let's proceed with the negotiation according to the normal plan."

"If the judgment is accurate, I believe that such negotiations will definitely not end within a few rounds."

So, the two who were ready continued to lurk in Zaporozhye.

Meng Qinghao was still the same as before, inviting Kuchma out for entertainment every now and then, but he never drank too much again.

Whenever Kuchma asked, he would prevaricate perfunctorily.

And such a move made Kuchma even more curious.

He was vaguely aware of something, but he was a little uncertain for a while.

Turbine blade flow thermosetting characteristics prediction model. This is probably the content of Meng Qinghao's seminar that day.

And the reason why he stopped drinking after that time is probably because he realized that he had slipped his mouth and accidentally said the topic of the seminar after getting drunk.

In fact, so what?

He didn't learn anything at all, even if he wanted to leak the secret, he couldn't do it.

However, the subject of this discussion really surprised Kuchma a bit.

Has Huaxia's research on gas turbine manufacturing theory developed to this extent?

They actually want to use mathematical models to predict thermosetting properties?

This is not to say that it is impossible, but the problem is that even Madacic, who has a huge amount of data, has not deduced a usable model so far.

Most of the time, engineers still rely on physical experiments for analysis and calibration.

If there is such a model, it will definitely not only improve work efficiency, but also open the door for subsequent data simulation analysis.

If this trend continues, it is very likely that one day, engineers will be able to complete the entire design and verification of a gas turbine on an electronic computer.

What a wonderful future

But, can those Chinese people do it?

impossible.

Every time he thought of this, Kuchma would withdraw his wandering thoughts.

It's not that he didn't imagine that this was an opportunity God gave him, but every time he thought about the strength of those so-called "partners" who were about to fall into the trap, he gave up his thoughts.

——

Until this day, in his routine work, he heard the term "thermosetting properties" again.

Moreover, what he heard were researchers he was familiar with, constantly complaining that physical experiments were too troublesome, too expensive, too inaccurate, and too labor-intensive.

It was at this moment that a thought suddenly flashed through his mind:

What if those Chinese people really mastered such a model?

What if, through some method, I can get this model in my hand?

No, I don't even need to do it myself, I just need to reveal some clues to the relevant intelligence department.

This credit will be recorded on his own head.

In that case, can I try to break the ceiling above my head?

Even if it is my own misjudgment, it will not cause any bad effects.

Two days later, Meng Qinghao stayed in Dongqi's UKR office to work overtime according to his work habits, and the hotel room where he stayed was empty.

Soon after, the power system of the entire hotel suddenly failed, and all electrical facilities failed.

But at this moment the hotel room was opened.

A plain-looking cleaner entered the room.

He put on shoe covers and gloves on himself.

Afterwards, he went straight to Meng Qinghao's study.

There, he carefully opened the locked desk and found Meng Qinghao's notes.

The flash of the miniature camera in his hand was constantly flashing, and the pages of notes were recorded. The whole process lasted less than ten minutes.

Two hours before Meng Qinghao returned to his room, he left the hotel with his camera.

Everything seems to be going well.

Meng Qinghao leaned back on the sofa in relief, and Peng Hui, who was opposite him, had a look of admiration on his face.

"It's really yours, Lao Meng, how do you know they will take the initiative to steal it?"

Meng Qinghao smiled helplessly, and said:

"Where did I know they would come to steal? I know shit."

"All I did was to continuously give Kuchma psychological hints and then continue to create opportunities for him."

"I believe that sooner or later he will do it, but I don't know what method it will use. I didn't expect him to be quite cautious."

"I thought that a person like him would definitely hold the opportunity firmly in his own hands."

"Does it matter?"

Peng Hui immediately asked.

"No, anyway, the things have been sent out, and that's enough."

"The nest has been laid, the hook has been laid, and the next step is to see if they will swallow it down, and where they can swallow it."