Migration of qi and nourishment of the body.
Guan Ming doesn't know what kind of life attitude the bigwigs have, and he doesn't know how those old European and American aristocrats live.
But Guan Ming found that he was sometimes really used to the current way of life.
When you go out to take the car, drive the car directly on the plane, and then make an Internet call with Mu Xiaoxiao on the plane, or think about problems, and you don't need to get off the plane after you get to the place, but get into the car, and the car drives directly out of the belly of the plane and drives to the destination.
"Old Zhou, I'm sorry for you."
When he opened the door, Guan Ming saw Zhou Wanli walking this way, so he shook hands and greeted him.
"I'm sorry for you."
Zhou Wanli said with a smile.
Guan Ming's scientific research ability is very strong, although in modern society, scientific research is a teamwork project, but that is only relative.
Where Guan Ming's limit is, no one knows.
But everyone knows that with Guan Ming's assistance, not to mention scientific research in other directions, at least the part of the rocket should speed up, and it will increase from the speed of sound to the speed of light.
"There is a lot of spirit, yes, and there is a lot of vitality."
After looking Guan Ming up and down, Zhou Wanli nodded and praised without hesitation.
Dressed more formally, a suit, a slim woolen coat on the outside, and a woolen sweater on the inside, at least from the overall image, it is a lot cleaner.
"It's okay, I'll leave it to Elder Zhou during this time."
Guan Ming didn't have much research on clothing, this set was still picked by Mu Xiaoxiao, if it wasn't for Mu Xiaoxiao, he would probably choose a down jacket.
"Sit first, by the way, the room is still the original one, you need to put your luggage first" It's only about half past ten in the morning, breakfast is over, lunch is not enough, and the time is really a little embarrassing.
"Let's talk about things first, let's talk about the luggage later, take care of it as soon as possible, and then hurry up and get to work."
Since he has made up his mind, Guan Ming will not work perfunctory.
"Okay, let's talk about your nomination first, you also know before in this regard, your nomination channel is academician nomination, although it is expected, and at the same time, the internal communication is good, but externally, you must be psychologically prepared."
After thinking for a while, Zhou Wanli said.
At present, there are three channels for academician nomination in China, one is unit recommendation, one is academic group nomination, and the last one is academician nomination.
When Guan Ming was arranged to the rocket base, he had the idea of unit recommendation, after all, Guan Ming was too young, but the above work was very good, at least some academicians were willing to endorse Guan Ming, and there were also rumors above that the unit recommendation was no longer suitable for the current academician nomination, and there was news that the above was considering killing this recommendation channel.
If Guan Ming takes the unit recommendation, it won't be much worse than the other two, but how to say it, there is still a little difference.
"Psychological preparation is what the outside world says about me," Guan Ming asked, after pondering for a while.
"yes, mainly because you're too young."
Nodding, Zhou Wanli did not say clichés, but told Guan Ming the reason very bluntly.
Academician is the highest academic title of the country in science and technology, and it is also the top brand of a country in science and technology, and it is the competition between countries in science and technology.
"Heh, it's nothing, I'm the most afraid of other people's discussions, because I rarely pay attention to these."
Guan Ming chuckled, not caring.
"Indeed, I also took a special look at your Weibo two days ago, but speaking of which, how is your driverless car research" Zhou Wanli is very concerned about Guan Ming's scientific research part, he knows Guan Ming's Weibo, and he also believes that there must be many people who want to know about Guan Ming's scientific research progress.
"Okay, for now, it's still in the design stage."
Guan Ming didn't want to say much.
Because compared with the video of the driverless car, Guan Ming thinks that the video of Kangxi Rap Dynasty is better, but Zhou Wanli didn't mention this, this is really a sad story The winter in the north is still very cold, but it is dry and cold, and the wind is hard, but it can't blow through clothes.
The humidity in the south is strong, and the wind can blow through the clothes.
Guan Ming asked Zhou Wu to get his luggage back to the room, and after lunch, Zhou Wanli personally took Guan Ming to the cemetery.
The area of the rocket base is very large, because it was not originally built in the city, and the suburbs are a bit praised for this base, but fortunately, most of them are self-sufficient here, including the cemetery.
Guan Ming had never been here, but time and family calmed his mood, and when he saw the tombstones erected one by one, Guan Ming was also full of emotion.
It's like a cemetery, lined up one by one, this is not only Zhao Jiefang's tombstone, but many, dozens, or hundreds.
"That's it, when the base was first built, there were a lot of old people who were not in good health, and at that time the medical care was not as perfect as it is now, those old people always said that life should be here, death should be here, to watch the successful development of rockets, to watch the country grow stronger step by step, Zhao Lao is a person I admire, but the people who are sleeping here and not buried here, they are also worthy of our admiration, they are all unsung heroes" sighed, and then Zhou Wanli also fell into contemplation, to be able to become a party supervisor, must be experienced, which also means age, and this base has existed for many years, and many of them have passed away, but the torch is passed, and the rocket base is still developing little by little.
Looking at the tombstone in front of him, Guan Ming recalled the scene of seeing Zhao Jiefang for the first time, the old man was in good spirits, his temples were white, and Guan Ming was still relatively resistant to the rocket base at that time, but the old man never complained about anything, and his work was even more energetic than that of Xiao Xiao.
In the blink of an eye, the old man was laid to rest here.
Perhaps, everyone has a persistence in their hearts, burning the candle of life, and striving to illuminate the world.
When I looked up, the tombstones were clean, and it was obvious that someone had cleaned them, and there was no dust or snow.
In the winter in the north, it is covered in silver, but this small cemetery is clean, like an ancient town after the rain, it is so heavy.
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It's not a formal condolence, and Guan Ming didn't take a flower basket, burn paper or anything, just come over to have a look, that's all.
It's like that year, Guan Ming and Mu Xiaoxiao traveled to the imperial capital to see the Forbidden City, what they saw was the heavy history and the rich humanistic feelings.
In the Gobi type area, the wind is very strong, but there is no beautiful blowing snowflakes.
But somehow, Guan Ming suddenly remembered the piano music of Sky City, and the originally dazzling sun seemed to be much softer.
An indescribable emotion lingers and swirls, like wisps of smoke, transforming into a picture of time.
"Old Zhou, let's go, it's time to work."
Stroking Zhao Jiefang's cold and biting tombstone, Guan Ming looked at the sky, and after a long time, said.
"Work, it's work, every time I want to be lazy, I dream of these sleeping old people, they point their noses and scold, saying that I am doing nothing, let me get out of the house early, really" Zhou Wanli shook his head self-deprecatingly, these words were his own supervision, but also his hope for Guan Ming.
Shaking his head and saying nothing, Guan Ming didn't say anything, because he didn't know what to say, what to say, or, this was Zhou Wanli's self-talk
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