Super Scientist

With Mr. Tang's status, every word and deed of him is a request. He actually used the word "request". This is really rare, and Ye Chen was very surprised. Pen%interest% Pavilion www.bi

"Xiaoye, please sign for me." Elder Tang smiled all over his face.

"Shrimp?" Ye Chen was stunned.

Ye Chen thought a lot about it. For example, Mr. Tang wanted a photon chip, and asked Ye Chen to make some products with the photon chip as the core, but he didn't expect that Mr. Tang wanted his signature.

"Is there something wrong with my ears? Did I hear wrong? Mr. Tang, what you said is true?" Ye Chen was stunned for a long time before he realized it.

"Xiaoye, you heard me right, I just want your autograph." Elder Tang affirmed.

"Why?" Although Ye Chen conquered the photonic chip, he is still not famous. A high-level executive like Mr. Tang actually asked for his autograph. Ye Chen really felt struck by lightning.

"Hehe." Seeing Ye Chen's dazed look, Elder Tang couldn't help being a little amused, and said, "Xiaoye, I like to ask outstanding scientists for autographs. Let me tell you, I have this habit. Keeping it up for decades, my collection of autographs is incredible."

As he spoke, he beckoned, and the secretary hurried over and handed over a notebook.

"Look, here are the signatures I collected." Elder Tang smiled and handed the book to Ye Chen like offering a treasure.

Ye Chen took a look, it was a notebook from decades ago, but it was well protected, as good as new. This is a notebook from decades ago, so Mr. Tang took a lot of effort to protect it as if it were new.

Elder Tang opened the notebook, and Ye Chen's eyes lit up when he looked at it.

"See? This is the autograph of the father of our missiles." Elder Tang pointed to the signature on the first page, very happy, and said: "The father of our missiles is not only a world-renowned scientist, but also very approachable. As long as you ask him for an autograph, he will not refuse. Up to now, I still remember the scene when I asked him for an autograph. At that time, I had just graduated from college."

"This word is so beautiful." Ye Chen was amazed.

"That's right. The father of our missiles has a good handwriting. In fact, the father of our missiles is the only one who draws a picture. It can be said to be a masterpiece. If he is not a scientist and becomes a painter, No worse than talented people like Tang Bohu." Elder Tang spoke highly of the father of missiles.

Elder Tang turned a page and said with a smile: "See, this is the autograph of the father of our atomic bomb.

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Ye Chen saw that it was indeed the signature of the father of our atomic bomb, which was not worse than that of the father of missiles, and said: "This is a beautiful word."

"Xiaoye, let me tell you, the top scientists in our country, their handwriting is not bad. Look, this is the signature of the father of nuclear submarines, isn't it very good? This is the signature of the father of hybrid rice, not bad This is the signature of the father of high-temperature alloys, which is pretty good. This is the signature of the chief engineer of manned spaceflight, not bad." Tang Lao flipped through the pages and introduced them to Ye Chen.

Ye Chen stared at it with wide eyes, and it was indeed as Mr. Tang said, the signatures of these top scientists are very powerful, beautiful and powerful. If they didn't know they were scientists, they would have thought they were calligraphers.

"Xiaoye, a scientist who has made such achievements at a young age like you will definitely become a world-renowned scientist like the father of missiles, so you must sign this letter for me." Elder Tang finally said.

"Mr. Tang, it's okay to sign for you, but can you give me this notebook." Ye Chen's eyeballs were sunk in the notebook, and he couldn't pull it out again.

Ye Chen is familiar with the stories of the scientists who signed this letter, and it can be said that he grew up listening to their stories. Now, seeing their autographs unexpectedly, Ye Chen felt itchy, wishing to get them right away.

"What are you doing?" Elder Tang looked at Ye Chen like a thief, held his notebook in his arms, and said vigilantly: "Xiaoye, let me tell you, other things can be discussed, this matter is fine. Discuss, don't even think about it. This is my painstaking effort for decades, don't even think about it."

Mr. Tang has always been very kind and kind to Ye Chen, but in the blink of an eye he became disrespectful. Ye Chen was speechless, and said: "Mr. Tang, you have been admiring it for decades, so you should carry forward your style and let me appreciate it." Bar."

"Stop dreaming." Elder Tang flatly refused, saying, "I won't give you anything you say."

Ye Chen was speechless. Seeing what he said was firm, he had to settle for the next best thing, and said, "Mr. Tang, can you make a copy for me?"

"This can be considered." Elder Tang nodded.

"Then it must be printed clearly, there must be no flaws." Ye Chen hurriedly urged.

"Yes." Elder Tang nodded happily.

Next, is the signature. First, Elder Tang signed Ye Chen. Ye Chen was unprepared, Liu Zhilong sent someone to deliver a notebook, and Mr. Tang signed it.

Mr. Tang wrote a good handwriting, flamboyant and phoenix dancing. When Ye Chen saw it, he felt a fever on his face. That's the way he called it. His handwriting was really bad, and he blushed, and said, "Mr. Tang, can you not sign it?"

"No, I have to sign it. If you don't sign it for me, I tell you that your support policy will be forgotten." Tang Lao said firmly.

Ye Chen was very speechless, and said, "Old Tang, don't bring such things."

"Who is my official university? If you dare to refuse, I will make you look good." Tang Lao threatened.

"Okay, okay, you won." Ye Chen was speechless, these big men would play tricks, even Zhao Bowen cheated, and you, a deputy prime minister, also came to cheat, really experienced.

Ye Chen had no choice but to sign. Compared with Mr. Tang, his handwriting was far behind, and he really couldn't do it.

"Not bad, not bad." Elder Tang looked at it and nodded in praise.

"Old Tang, don't make me feel poor, I really can't handle my bad handwriting." Ye Chen felt his face was burning.

"No, Xiaoye, you have already mastered this calligraphy, you may not feel it yourself." Tang Lao shook his head and said: "Nowadays, young people are all 'typing' calligraphy, and there are very few people practicing calligraphy, Xiaoye, are you Those who have put in a lot of effort have good comprehension. Nowadays, there are too few young people who can get started, and it is already very rare to have such a word."

Elder Tang spoke very seriously, not as if he was joking, Ye Chen was a little surprised, and said, "Really?"

"Is it necessary for me to lie to you?" Elder Tang smiled and said, "Xiaoye, I am old enough to be your grandfather, and I can also be regarded as your elder. Let me give you a suggestion, you take time to practice calligraphy more. You don't need to worry too much. More time, half an hour a day will do.”

Ye Chen doesn't agree with this statement, what's the use of practicing calligraphy these days? Everyone is typing, who is still practicing calligraphy.

Mr. Tang seemed to know what Ye Chen was thinking, and said with a smile: "You must be thinking, you are all typing now, no one is practicing calligraphy anymore, how old-fashioned, isn't it? You think so wrongly. There is a question, you Have you ever thought about it? There are so many great calligraphers in history, their handwriting is already very good, even if they don’t practice, the handwriting they write will not be bad, why do they keep practicing? Because what they have already practiced is not calligraphy..."

Practicing calligraphy is not practicing calligraphy, so what is practicing? Ye Chen didn't believe it.

"...Because what they practice is the mind." Elder Tang continued: "Xiaoye, you have already mastered calligraphy. Do you feel that you are very peaceful when you practice calligraphy?"

Ye Chen thought about it carefully, it was really true, and said: "That's right."

"This is the precious wealth left by our ancestors. It is simple, practical, and effective. The fathers of our missiles and atomic bombs are also practicing calligraphy, because they also need to train their hearts. On the road of scientific research, it is impossible to go smoothly , will encounter setbacks, it is very important to maintain a peaceful heart." Tang Lao finally said.

"Thank you Mr. Tang for your guidance." Mr. Tang was telling Ye Chen the way to keep his mind at peace. This was caring for him and full of expectations for him. Ye Chen was very grateful.

Mr. Tang reminded everyone that he wanted to sign, and they all gathered around to ask for Ye Chen's autograph, Ye Chen was very busy.

After the work was done and the meal was finished, it was time to issue a certificate to Ye Chen.

Liu Zhilong signed it himself, and then asked Elder Tang to issue a certificate to Ye Chen, but Elder Tang declined, saying, "This is a matter for your patent office, and I can't overwhelm you. I'm just here to witness this historic moment."

"Ye Chen, congratulations." Liu Zhilong handed the certificate to Ye Chen.

"Thank you." Ye Chen took the certificate.

Then, it was the reporters taking pictures.

When the reporters finished shooting, they took group photos together.

Once this is done, Ye Chen's mission to Huangchenggen will be completed, and the matter of patent application will be over.

"Xiaoye, there is one more thing, you have to prepare well." Tang Lao held Ye Chen's hand and said.

Anything else? Ye Chen was taken aback for a moment, the patent application has been completed, what else can be done?