Chapter 9: The Story of Laptops

  "Tell me, how did you get back?" Back in Fu Zhenbang's office, the faint smile on his face had disappeared.

  "I... I retired." Fu Xin said timidly, but before he could finish speaking, he saw Fu Zhenbang's expression change and immediately added: "But I was honorably discharged due to injury, it was an injury I sustained on the battlefield!"

  In one breath, Fu Xin finished speaking, afraid that Fu Zhenbang would interrupt him.

  "Hmm...?" Obviously, Fu Zhenbang was not very convinced, and he furrowed his brow instantly.

  "Don't believe me? Take a look!" Fu Xin said to Fu Zhenbang, who was scared to the bottom of his heart. After finishing speaking, he lifted up his clothes and revealed the shallow scars on his body. As for why they were shallow scars, it was because the military doctor's skills were exceptional.

  Looking at the scars all over his son's body, Fu Zhenbang's eyes suddenly turned red.

  "Ah, good." A real man wouldn't show his emotions on his face and wouldn't nag like a middle-aged woman. Obviously, Fu Zhenbang was this kind of person, strongly holding back his tears, staring at his son for half a day, before heavily patting Fu Xin's shoulder and uttering these few brief words.

  "Dad, I heard that you're working on some kind of technical problem. From mom's hints, I'm guessing it's about compound fertilizer, right?" asked Fu Xin, pulling down his clothes.

  "Huh, how did you know? Have you heard of compound fertilizer?" Apparently, the secrecy measures were not in place. Hearing his son say this, Fu Zhenbang was somewhat surprised, but more delighted.

  "Uh, I've come into contact with this thing before. When I was fighting in South Vietnam, I picked up a notebook from a factory. That notebook might have been left behind by the Americans when they were fighting there, because it's all written in English."

  It just so happened that when I was in the army, I learned some English and could understand it. And coincidentally, this thing recorded exactly about compound fertilizer in the chemical fertilizer industry, so I took a look." Fu Xin casually made up an excuse to cover up his past. If he said he had traveled through time, Fu Zhenbang would definitely think he was crazy.

  "Oh, where's that book? Bring it over and let me take a look." Fu Zhenbang immediately asked, looking like he was having trouble, somewhat desperately seeking a cure.

  "Dad, have you forgotten the Three Main Rules of Discipline and Eight Points for Attention of the Liberation Army? One of them is that all spoils of war must be handed over to the public!" Fu Xin had already guessed that Fu Zhenbang would ask this, and immediately replied.

  "Alas... what a pity..." Fu Zhenbang sighed helplessly.

  "What's the pity?" Fu Xin asked intentionally pretending not to understand.

  "What a pity about the contents of that book! To be honest, your father I'm now facing difficulties and can't find a way to solve them. Luckily, I finally got some hope from you, but... Alas..." Fu Zhenbang sat dejectedly in his chair, leaning against the backrest with an expression full of regret.

  Seeing Fu Zhenbang like this, Fu Xin also felt about the same and said: "Dad, you didn't pay attention to my words carefully, I'm not saying, I just took a look?"

  Upon hearing this, Fu Zhenbang seemed to have grasped a lifeline and immediately stood up, grabbing Fu Xin: "Son, did you remember the content above? Quickly tell me!

  I'm so confident this time that I've guaranteed it to my superiors, if it doesn't work out, I'll be done for in this lifetime.

  "Now it's at a critical stage, but it didn't turn out as beautiful as I had imagined. Instead, we've encountered difficulties that can't be solved. Your dad and I haven't slept for several days. Come quickly and tell us what's going on."

  "Dad, don't get excited yet, just listen to me." Pinyin was not in a hurry, and it wasn't a matter of life and death. Even at critical moments, one needs to remain calm in order to increase the chances of survival - this was an experience Pinyin had gained from his time on the battlefield.

  "Okay, okay, I'm not in a hurry...I'm not in a hurry..." Now that he had grasped the lifeline, Fu Zhenbang also realized that he had been a bit out of control just now. The image of a strict father in his son's heart must have lost some of its luster. Thinking about this, he calmed down.

  "I'll just say this, it's impossible to remember everything. I only looked at it because the content above is about fertilizers and I thought it might be useful for Father, so I took advantage of the time before submitting it to sneak a peek." As he said this, Fu Zhenbang's face changed color again.

  "Dad, you should calm down!" Fu Xin looked at Fu Zhenbang who was getting a bit agitated and immediately stopped his own explanation to interject this "very cool" sentence.

  This left Fu Zhenbang confused, and he thought "dan ding" was some kind of technical term. He immediately asked: "What is dan ding?"

  "Hmm... Nan Yun dialect, I stayed there for two years, it means calm down, you know...". This time it was Fu Xin's turn to be stunned, he just realized that this wasn't the era of internet information explosion yet.

  But he was wrong, "calm" is not from Nanyun dialect, but Dongguang dialect.

  "Oh." Although he didn't quite understand the phrase "you know...", he had a general idea and filled in the blanks himself. At the same time, Fu Zhenbang couldn't help but think to himself that his son had changed a lot after going out this time, it seemed that the military was indeed a place where people were tempered.

  But he never knew that the original Fu Zhenbang would change, but not so much. The current Fu Zhenbang has been tempered by the information explosion era of the 21st century.

  "Uh, I'll continue. Organizing his thoughts, although he was making up a story, Pei Xin wasn't an expert in the fertilizer industry, but that's considering 21st-century standards; now it's enough! So Pei Xin still had quite some confidence in the knowledge in his brain, so he dared to make up this story directly to bring up the topic."

  Fu Xin continued: "Although I secretly took a look, but the key content, I still remember it. So, Dad, you don't have to worry, I see that you're so tired now. You go take a nap first, and when you've rested well, I'll explain it to you again."

  Looking at Fu Zhenbang's eyes which were red from staying up all night, Fu Xin thought for a moment and decided not to say anything yet, but instead let Fu Xin go rest first.

  "Son, you've been out for a while and grown up, haven't you? Your wings have hardened, hurry up and tell your old man! I'm full of energy now, come on and speak!" Hearing that his son was unwilling to talk, Fu Zhenbang was displeased.

  He had been stuck for several days, and now that he had finally found a glimmer of hope, the person who knew wasn't willing to speak. Suddenly, his eyes widened, and he brought out his father's sternness. Only, he didn't realize that he hadn't intimidated Fu Xin at all.

  "Dad, you'd better rest first, I'll go out now and talk to you again tonight." After finishing speaking, Fu Xin took advantage of Fu Zhenbang's delay in getting angry and ran away quickly.

  "Good kid, your wings have hardened, haven't they? You're going to be the death of me! The death of me......" Suddenly, amidst the rumbling engine sounds, a loud roar echoed out!