novelaction Chapter 240 You've probably forgotten, my name is Cold-Faced Yama!
Chapter 240 You've probably forgotten, my name is Cold-Faced Yama!
Fortunately, the subsequent call went smoothly, which dissuaded Mr. Nie from rushing to the Northeast.
After another round of back-and-forth answers, the people from the Academy of Sciences understood what the basic configuration of a full transistor was.
But when Jiang Xia replied that the transistor computer was expected to be able to perform 32-bit word length calculations, and that the relevant assembly language program had been completed, and even the compiler had been written, the people at the Academy of Sciences couldn't sit still anymore.
"Old Nie, don't wait any longer! The comrades in Malan have been planning this for a long time!"
"Since Engineer Jiang is really unable to leave his post there, we can take the manuscript back and type it in ourselves!"
Well, if you put it that way, it doesn't seem like it's impossible.
Listening to the argument across from him, Xiao Daimao looked at Wang Kui's large backpack and smiled somewhat wickedly.
With the right compiler, the basic structure of the FORTRAN language is actually quite simple.
Moreover, due to the characteristics of this language, it can consist of a main program and a set of subroutines (including functions).
The main program and each subroutine are compiled independently. The resulting objects are then linked together using a linker to run the program.
Moreover, the editor that Jiang Xia frantically copied on the train already integrated five basic data types: integers, real numbers, double-precision numbers, complex numbers, and Boolean numbers.
To put it simply, once Wang Kui takes the contents of his bag back, the experts at the Academy of Sciences will input them, and the math-related calculations will be ready to run.
"In that case, I'll just write a few simple programs that can run the equations. Once you've finished compiling the compiler, you can run them and see."
"However, FORTRAN is based on English, and most of you are learning Russian, right? Do you need me to recommend an English teacher?"
"Ok?"
Upon hearing this, Marshal Nie's heart skipped a beat. "Do you have any recommendations?"
"Of course, when it comes to recommending people, one should not avoid relatives. I think Academician Guo's wife is a good candidate!"
"Comrade Pei," Old Nie hesitated for a moment, but finally agreed decisively.
Get it!
Little tuft of hair looked delighted.
It's important to understand that when the wind blows, all industries are generally impacted to varying degrees, but the computer industry is relatively less affected.
Firstly, there is strong government support; secondly, the computer industry is currently heavily focused on military applications, a sensitive area. Therefore, taking advantage of this excellent opportunity to bring Professor Li into the computer project team is a sure-fire way to make money.
After all, once she's on the project team, Teacher Li won't get criticized, and her daughter won't have to go to the countryside. If she doesn't have to go, Teacher Guo won't be so worried…
With one worry resolved, Jiang Xia was in a great mood.
The Chinese Academy of Sciences readily agreed to relocate the transistor computer in the courtyard.
Moreover, even the person to "deliver" the goods has been chosen.
"Hehehe, Old Wang, pay the price for your hand chop!"
……
On the runway of Factory 112, Old Wang, somewhat frustrated, squeezed himself into the cramped space of the MiG-15 trainer jet, still clutching a large bag of blueprints in his arms.
"Are you getting revenge on me?" Old Wang grabbed the ahoge (a hair sticking up from the ladder) standing on the suspended ladder and shook it back and forth.
Jiang Xia laughed and groaned in pain, but was giving instructions on other things. The roaring engine forced the two of them to be close together to communicate.
"Brother Wang, besides delivering the blueprints, you also need to come back to my house to take a look!"
"Huh? What, it's just a misunderstanding?"
"It's hard to say, it's too much of a coincidence. Grandma went out on patrol, and Liu Ye was also transferred to perform other tasks. This one in ten thousand probability doesn't seem simple at all..."
Even if I'm overthinking it, please indulge me this once in a while for the sake of my family, okay?
Wang Kui continued to joke around with Jiang Xia, constantly saying, "Okay, I'll get things done as soon as we land! I want to see who dares to mess with me!"
"What will you do here? Without me by your side~"
"I'll just stay home. After I finish the installation at Factory 112, I'll go back to that bunker. Anyway, that egg will keep me busy for a while. There are some tough guys with cleavers guarding the outside of the bunker, so I don't have to be afraid."
After another round of farewells, the engine roared, and the two-seat trainer jet took off with Lao Wang.
Jiang Xia was a little nervous because there was no one familiar around.
However, the three big bears' warm hospitality made Little Dumb Hair feel a bit more relaxed.
Work, work, once the machining center is finished, we can go disassemble that egg. I'm quite looking forward to it.
"With a long spear in hand, the world is mine!"
Little Hairy Class is starting again!
Okay, let's let Little Dumb Hair continue his lesson and shift our attention to Old Wang.
Three hours later, the training aircraft landed at an airport.
The speeding jeep ignored the nauseous Old Wang and shoved him into the car before heading straight for the Jiang family's courtyard.
"Hey, Lao Wang, it's just a plane ride, why make yourself look so disheveled?" the jeep driver teased him as he drove.
"Damn it! Who told the plane to go supersonic halfway through the flight? I almost choked on my blood!"
"And that helmet, it was so thick and heavy, it almost broke my neck!"
After vomiting, Old Wang sat in the car with a lingering fear on his face.
"Hey, that shouldn't be the case. You're injured, how can you go supersonic? Didn't the Air Force explicitly state that they didn't want people with injuries when selecting fighter pilots recently?"
"Did you not explain the situation when you boarded the plane? But you got to experience it, oh wait, the MiG is a trainer aircraft, it can't fly supersonic, at most it can fly subsonic."
The man who came to pick up Wang Kui chatted with him while carefully driving. After all, it was already dark, and the headlights on the little Jeep were practically nonexistent.
Old Wang's eyes flashed with a sharp light. "Heh, subsonic speed is almost fatal, what about supersonic speed? Looks like someone doesn't want me to arrive so quickly."
At the crossroads, Wang Kui felt a strange sense of unease.
"Xiao Liu, brake! Turn off the lights!"
Without hesitation, the driver slammed on the brakes and brought the jeep to a stop.
"Is something wrong?" The driver opened the glove compartment in the passenger seat and pulled out two rifles.
Wang Kui didn't take it. Instead, he lifted the tarpaulin of the small jeep and stood up, keeping his feet firmly planted.
He pulled back the bolt of PiuPiu's gun, a hint of ferocity flashing in his eyes.
"Wait half a minute and see what happens."
huh~~
A truck with its headlights off sped past at an extremely high speed.
The truck hesitated slightly because it hadn't hit what it expected. The driver stuck his head out and slowed down, as if searching for something.
"Hey, are you looking for me?"
The truck driver was startled and turned his head sharply. The headlights of the small jeep came on, making him squint.
"Turn off the engine and get out of the car!"
The truck driver was startled and immediately stepped on the gas, trying to escape.
But it was too late. As soon as he finished speaking, Old Wang pulled the trigger with a smile on his face.
"dong dong dong~~"
The 12.7mm bullet in the M2 barrel shot out in a straight line, shattering the truck tires.
"Heh, if you can take action, then stop talking. You've got it right, little brat!"
"Tsk, Old Wang, don't break it, we still need to question you."
"What's there to ask? This method is all too familiar."