Chapter 142 Transistors are sissy technology! (3k)

In the north, at the Russian family's, an organization responsible for electronic products, several Russian bears were discussing something in the conference room.

"Comrade Sergeyev, I think we have to pay attention to our friends in the south."

"Comrade Petrovich, I think you are wasting our time. They are diligent, hard-working, and perhaps smart, but they have nothing now. Their list of skills is as clean as my bottle of Vodka."

"Sergeyev, they have been around for ten years. Maybe the truth is different from what you think. Our comrades working with them told us that they have a new type of computer."

"Computer? My dear Davari, if I remember correctly, they just copied our M-3 last year, and its speed is less than one-third of our M-3."

"Comrade Sergeyev, that was last year. You have to understand that time is like the water of the Yenisei River, constantly flowing forward. Here is a message that our comrade wrote down from memory. I think you need to take a good look at it."

The Russian expert comrades who come to support the South will inevitably come into contact with the latest domestically produced computers in the South together with their comrades in the South.

"All right, all right, Petrovich, give me that damned piece of paper and I'll see what they saw."

Sergeyev took the paper from Petrovich and examined it under the light.

"Oh, what the hell, what do I see? Friends in the south, have a computer that's as fast as our M-3? Comrade Petrovich, this is not funny, the M-3 is an obsolete product, it's not as fast as our latest vacuum tube computer."

"Sergeyev, you need to be patient and keep reading."

Sergeyev resisted the urge to tear up the paper and continued reading. "This is impossible. They can make a computer like the M-3 smaller than one-tenth of the M-3? Maybe our comrades only saw their paper tape machine. Petrovich, you know, they are not professional computer experts."

Petrovich looked at him solemnly. "No, Comrade Sergeyev, you need to put aside your prejudice. Our people have made it clear that they have developed a new type of computer that can be mass-produced, is compact, has a speed comparable to that of the M-3, and uses new fast input and visual output devices. It does not require a cumbersome paper tape machine and a maddening console."

Sergeyev was stunned for a while, then muttered, "Okay, okay, you're right, they have this thing, so what? Our latest computer is much faster than theirs."

Petrovich looked at him. "I think we need them to share technology with us. I guess they use transistors, which are much smaller than our tubes."

"Are you crazy? Petrovich, we all know that under the light of atoms, transistors are far less reliable than vacuum tubes. We don't need sissy things like transistors!"

"Comrade Sergeyev, at least it is small and convenient, and can be used in many places where our vacuum tube computers cannot fit. You have to understand that our computers of the same size are far less fast than it, and it is very convenient to use."

Several other Davaris who had been watching the two of them also agreed with Petrovich's idea.

"Okay, okay, Comrade Petrovich, and you all, you do have some truth in what you say. Then let's buy a batch from them. I'll apply to my superiors right away. I say it again, we don't need sissy technology like transistor computers. Vacuum tubes are the romance of men. They can be as strong as bears under the brilliance of atoms!"
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Gao Zhendong, who returned to the yard from Beijing Steel Plant, looked at Liu Haizhong who was waiting at his door with a bit of confusion.

Ever since hearing the news on the radio that Gao Zhendong was promoted to deputy director level, Liu Haizhong has been feeling a little uneasy.

If the insults could come true, Yan Bugui would have died countless times.

Deputy director, he was still dreaming about being a second-rate section chief, but Gao Zhendong, who broke both of his legs, has already become a deputy director.

He really wanted to explain to Gao Zhendong, but Gao Zhendong was too busy and he couldn't find him at all. He was not even in the factory and his return home time was unpredictable.

I wanted to ask the people in the technical department, but I didn't dare.

You live in the same yard, but you don't go to him directly, but come to ask us. There is obviously something wrong.

The more Liu Haizhong thought about it, the more he thought about it. He really couldn't stand it anymore, so he simply leaned on his crutches, dragged a bench, and sat down at Gao Zhendong's door to wait.

Seeing that today is Saturday, Gao Zhendong will definitely not go home today.

Seeing Gao Zhendong riding his bike into the yard, Liu Haizhong finally breathed a sigh of relief. He finally waited for his leader to come back: "Director Zhengao, you're back."

Gao Zhendong locked the car and said with a smile, "Ah, Master Liu, is there something going on at work? Even in this situation, you still don't forget to work?"

The meaning is actually very clear: if it is not about work, don't bother me.

Liu Hai felt aggrieved, how did I become like this? Don't you know what happened? But he dared not say this.

He felt a little scared when he saw Gao Zhendong smiling. If he remembered correctly, Gao Zhendong always looked at him with a smile like this after his two legs were broken.

Summoning up his courage, he said with a little stutter in his bangs: "Director Gao Gao, I'm here to apologize to you."

Gao Zhendong uttered an "ah" to express his surprise: "Ah, Master Liu, what do you have to apologize to me for?" Liu Haizhong stammered, "Director Gao, I was bewitched before and listened to the gossip of Yan Bugui, the poor guy, and did something wrong to you, so I came here specially to apologize to you."

At this time, Liu Haizhong completely disregarded his working relationship with Yan Bugui's second uncle and third uncle, and tried to pass the blame on to others first. However, he was afraid that Yan Bugui on the opposite side would hear him, so he spoke in a low voice.

Gao Zhendong had an expression of sudden enlightenment: "Hey, Master Liu, what are you talking about? It's nothing, your intention is good. Master Liu, you should maintain a high level of vigilance and always be on your guard against the enemy. There is nothing wrong with this."

——Anyway, it’s not me who has a broken leg.

"As for myself, what is fake cannot become real, and what is real cannot become fake. A person with integrity is not afraid of his own shadow. As long as I do my best to serve the people and society, the organization and my comrades will have sharp eyes and will not have any impact on me."

You know what, even though Gao Zhendong said this in a high tone, Liu Haizhong just fell for it. He felt uneasy when Gao Zhendong wanted to get along with him.

Seeing that Gao Zhendong really spoke to him in a leadership manner, he felt relieved and could speak more fluently: "Director Gao's style is still great. Thank you, Director Gao."

After that, he took out a bag of gifts from behind: "Director Gao, you are a great man and you don't bear grudges. Thank you. This is my little apology, I hope you will accept it."

Gao Zhendong's expression changed immediately: "Master Liu, work hard and don't think too much. Don't do such crooked things. Take it away!"

The leader is willing to scold me!
I don’t know what’s going on in this guy with Liu Hai’s brain, but he can even taste a bit of the leader’s kindness from Gao Zhendong’s harsh words.

Seeing that he was still going to pester him, Gao Zhendong released his ultimate weapon: "If you do this again, I will send you to the Internal Security Section of the Security Department tomorrow!"

59~62, which happened to be a period of time when the supervision or discipline department was vacant, so Gao Zhendong said to send him to the internal security department.

Liu Haizhong was frightened. At Gao Zhendong's request, he carried his things, leaned on a crutch, and limped home.

Gao Zhendong then opened the door and entered the house. He had something to go home for today.

I was at the Beijing Steel Plant for almost two weeks, and I also took part in a lottery.

But as soon as he pulled it out, he put it back into the storage. From the name, you could tell it was a good thing, but the contents were too thick and he didn't have time to read it.

Perhaps it was because the prize was drawn at the Beijing Steel Plant, and the content was related to it to a certain extent.

When he gets home today, he plans to take a good look at the contents.

It took me half an evening to get a rough idea of ​​it. It took me half an evening to get a rough idea of ​​it. You can imagine how exaggerated the content of this thing is.

After browsing, Gao Zhendong was a little confused. How should I put it? I have a fear of making choices!
The content was so rich and complete that he didn't know what had been realized, what had not been realized, what was urgently needed, and what others could do.

It is impossible to check them one by one, and it is also impossible to throw them all out at once. Even a genius cannot explain this thing.

After thinking for a long time, Gao Zhendong threw the things into the storage room and left them there for now. He would use them as a work manual or encyclopedia and check them when needed.

Given his current situation, there will probably be many opportunities for investigation in the future.

Gao Zhendong fell asleep in a happy mood.

The next day was Sunday, and Lou Xiao'e rode her bike to Gao Zhendong's place early in the morning as usual. They were not planning to go out today because there was a small thing that was about to be completed and they wanted to finish it today.

The super mini abridged version of "Friends of Military and Civilian Dual-Use Talents" is about to be completed.

In the afternoon, as Gao Zhendong, who was simultaneously writing the tank artillery stabilization system, uttered the last three words "finished", Lou Xiao'e raised her head from the table, rubbed her sore wrist, and cheered.

"Oh, I'm done, Zhendong. Am I awesome?"

Gao Zhendong scratched her nose and said, "Great, great! It's all thanks to you."

Lou Xiao'e wrinkled her nose, looking very proud.

Lou Xiao'e has indeed worked hard. Although it is a super mini abridged version, it still has a lot of words.

She wrote all these words by herself. Of course, the few illustrations in the book were hand-drawn by Gao Zhendong.

After deleting a lot of useless or inappropriate content, the two worked closely together for many days and finally used the limited time to complete this set of things, which was renamed "Multi-purpose Talent Skills Manual".

(End of this chapter)