"The nest material has been spread out. After a few days, he will be full and ready to shoot."
In the hotel room, Meng Qinghao continued to say while rubbing his sore temples after a hangover:
"This kid is really good at drinking. Two bottles of vodka almost knocked him down."
"You're pretty awesome too. When I bought Varyag before, did you get 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 were running business regarded him as our idol."
"I never thought that one day, I would continue to do the work he left unfinished."
"If you think about it, it's been quite a few years."
"It started in 1999 and it wasn't until this year that the construction officially started."
"Isn't that right? I've been running around for three years."
Peng Hui said coldly.
"There's nothing you can do about it. If the country is not strong, it is doomed to be bullied. If your ideas are not good, even local chickens would dare to interfere. 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 information from his briefcase, and handed it to Meng Qinghao's hand.
"Everything is ready. The notes you asked for are all in chaos."
"I don't have the place to find a handwriting expert for you, but there's not much difference in our handwriting. As long as we don't compare them one by one, there's basically no flaw."
"In terms of information selection, I tried my best to filter it according to your technical level. What is left on the paper are all simple and easy to understand things."
"However, I suggest you screen it again to eliminate hidden dangers."
"Kuchma was once a very professional researcher. If he didn't do every step in place, it would be difficult to hide from him."
Meng Qinghao took the document and flipped through it quickly, and then quickly pointed out several flaws.
"This is not in line with my paper wording habits and needs to be changed."
"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 and unnecessary - all meaningful graffiti has been 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 a 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 now."
"Jiang Qian's stealing of books must not be deliberate. It would rather be slower and later than exposing any flaws and making them suspicious."
"So, during this period, we will proceed with the negotiations according to the normal plan."
"If the judgment is accurate, I believe that such negotiations will never end within a few rounds."
So, with everything ready, the two men continued to lurk in Zaporozhye.
Meng Qinghao still invited Kuchma out for fun as usual, but he never drank too much.
Whenever Kuchma asked, he prevaricated.
And such a move made Kuchma even more curious.
He was vaguely aware of something, but for a moment he was a little unsure.
Prediction model of thermosolid properties of turbine blade flow. This is probably what Meng Qinghao participated in the discussion that day.
The reason why he stopped drinking after that time was probably because he realized that he had let something slip and accidentally revealed the topic of the seminar while drunk.
In fact, what can this do?
He himself has learned nothing at all, and even if he wanted to leak the secret, he would not be able to do so.
However, this research topic really surprised Kuchma.
Has China’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 Motorsic, who has massive data, has not derived 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 it will also open the door to 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 using only electronic computers.
What a wonderful future
But, can those Chinese people do it?
impossible.
Every time he thinks of this, Kuchma will retract his wandering thoughts.
It's not like he hasn't imagined that this is an opportunity given to him by God, but every time he thinks about the strength of the so-called "partners" who are about to fall into the trap, he gives up the idea.
——
Until this day, he once again heard the term "thermosetting properties" during his routine work.
Moreover, what he heard were researchers he was familiar with, constantly complaining that physical experiments were too troublesome, too costly, 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 I could get this model through some method?
No, I don't even need to take action myself, I just need to reveal some clues to the relevant intelligence departments.
This credit will be recorded on your head.
In that case, can I try to break the ceiling above my head?
Even if it is my own misjudgment, it will not have any bad impact.
Two days later, Meng Qinghao stayed in the office of Dongqi Automobile in UKR to work overtime according to his working habits. The hotel room where he stayed for a long time was empty.
Soon after, the entire hotel's power system suddenly failed and all electrical facilities failed.
At this moment, the hotel room was opened.
An ordinary-looking cleaner entered the room.
He put on shoe covers and gloves.
Then, 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 kept flashing, and 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 with relief, and Peng Hui opposite had a look of admiration on his face.
"It's really yours, Lao Meng, how did you know they would take the initiative to steal it?"
Meng Qinghao smiled helplessly and said:
"How did I know they would come and steal it? I didn't know shit."
"All I did was continue to exert psychological cues on Kuchma, and then continue to create opportunities for him."
"I believe that sooner or later he will take action, but I don't know what method he will use. I didn't expect him to be quite cautious."
"I thought someone like him would definitely keep the opportunity firmly in his own hands."
"Does it have any impact?"
Peng Hui asked immediately.
"No, since the things have been sent out, that's enough."
"The nest has been made and the hook has been set. Next, it depends on whether they can swallow it and where they can swallow it."
(End of chapter)
