Chapter 107 Let's Double the Price

Zhao Bowen immediately got furious.

He rushed up to the eighth floor at the speed of Liu Xiang's 110-meter hurdles, opened the door and shouted, "I did it! I did it!"

"What happened?" Bai Zhen asked.

"What happened?" Wang Ning asked.

"We have passed the most difficult level! Applause! Applause!" Zhao Bowen's face was full of joy, while Lao Bai and Lao Wang clapped their hands in confusion. This guy did not explain, but hummed a little tune happily as he walked through the living room, and continued to draw circles on the map of Nanjing with a compass and pencil.

What happened next was nothing short of a miracle. Zhao Bowen's luck had turned. He didn't know if it was because he changed into red shorts this morning or because he stepped on dog poop when he went out. If he had known this, he should have bought a lottery ticket on the way to work. Maybe he could have won five million. What made Zhao Bowen happier than winning the lottery was that his long-silent cell phones rang one after another. The engineering team, aerospace team, physics team, astronomy team, computer team, and decryption team finally crawled out of their coffins. The cellular network signals of the cell phones flew into the windows like carrier pigeons, bringing news from afar.

Zhao Bowen immediately convened a meeting to deploy the "Dongfanghong" operation.

The calculations in this guy's mind are finally being revealed bit by bit.

"Is it correct?"

"Move a little further to the left, a little further, to make sure they can see the entire map..."

Zhao Bowen stood in front of the map, facing the camera mounted in the middle of the living room. Bai Zhen was helping to adjust the lens, and Wang Ning was helping to adjust the projector and screen. Old Zhao pulled the collar of his sweater, adjusted his tortoise-shell-framed glasses, cleared his throat, stood straight in front of the camera, waiting for the signal to be connected.

This is a large-scale video conference.

At 4:30 p.m., each expert group joined the meeting one by one. Zhao Bowen looked past the camera and onto the projector screen. He saw that the last small square on the Tencent meeting screen was occupied by a head as bright as a light bulb. He knew that everyone was there.

"Comrades, I am going to officially begin the deployment of Operation Dongfanghong."

No one knew what the so-called "Dongfanghong" operation specifically referred to, not because it was highly confidential, so confidential that core personnel such as Bai Zhen, Wang Ning and major expert groups were unaware of it, but because it was a name that Zhao Bowen had just come up with, and the code name for the operation "Dongfanghong" did not exist an hour ago.

More than a dozen pairs of eyes on the screen were staring at Lao Zhao, waiting for him to continue.

"As we all know, due to the existence of the Big Eye, MSR is in a very dangerous situation. More importantly, it cannot reach the first and second bases of Zitai and Mochou Lake. If it cannot reach the base, we will not be able to obtain enough information and data. Therefore, the ultimate goal of our entire plan is to get rid of the Big Eye." Lao Zhao paused, "This is the Dongfanghong Plan."

Bai Zhen and Wang Ning sat on the sofa, one on each side, with calm expressions. What Zhao Bowen said was within their expectations. They all agreed that getting rid of the big eyes was the best choice.

In the past few days, everyone gathered together to hold countless meetings of all sizes, and proposed various reliable and outrageous plans. In the end, the highest number of votes was obtained by directly getting rid of Big Eyes.

Everyone thinks that BG4MSR has no chance of fighting against Big Eyes, but just because a little girl can’t defeat Big Eyes doesn’t mean that all of humanity can’t do anything about it.

At this moment, she has the support of seven billion people.

"The Dongfanghong Project will be divided into three steps. The first step is the reconnaissance phase. We need to launch a remote sensing satellite 20 years from now to build a map of Nanjing 20 years from now and a model of the movement trajectory of the Big Eye."

The head of the space group did not curse this time.

In the past few days, the aerospace team focused on discussing whether the proposal of Zhao Bowen, an outsider, was feasible, and finally concluded that the feasibility was zero.

They rejected Zhao Bowen's idea and could not send the probe to the moon, so the Fifth Academy of the Eighth Academy designed another set of orbits themselves. The chief designers said that it was more reliable to send it to the inner solar system than to the moon. People racked their brains to ensure that the satellite could accurately enter orbit twenty years after leaving the earth.

"The conditions were very harsh. Dancing ballet with shackles was barely feasible. We reduced the size and weight of the satellite as much as possible, and then used SAR (synthetic aperture radar) to do telemetry in the S or X band. We discussed with the computer team and found that if we want to achieve the resolution of less than 1 meter they require, the satellite altitude must be kept as low as possible." The aerospace team was very cautious. "Add to that the limited capacity of the rocket and the complex orbit change method, and the life of the satellite will be greatly reduced in the end."

"How many months can he live?" Zhao Bowen asked.

"I'm afraid we have to calculate it in hours," the space team replied. "All reconnaissance satellites are like this. If they want to maintain surveillance, they have to consume energy and change orbits, which will inevitably burn their lifespan. We estimate that the normal working time of the telemetry satellites we sent over will not exceed 160 hours."

Zhao Bowen calculated, "Seven days."

"This is under ideal circumstances. The launch must be from the equator and the orbit must be precisely entered. If something goes wrong during launch or re-entry into orbit, the consequences will be even worse," the space team reminded.

"That's enough. It's challenging the impossible." Zhao Bowen was open-minded. "If it's feasible, then try your best. Where is the satellite now?"

"In the satellite assembly workshop of the 812 Institute."

"When can it be launched?" asked Zhao Bowen.

The space team was stunned for a moment. "We need to find a rocket. This satellite is too heavy to be launched with the Long March 6. We need at least a rocket like Ariane or Soyuz."

"Look! Find the nearest Alliance rocket!"

"This... where can we find a Soyuz rocket temporarily?" The space crew was confused.

"Ask! Call and ask, ask now!"

Zhao Bowen's iron-fisted nature was exposed again. He refused to wait even a moment. He wished he could travel through the Internet to the other side, then wield a whip and whip them severely, urging them to speed up.

A moment later they found the closest launch vehicle in the world in terms of time and space distance.

The Russian-made Soyuz-STB launch vehicle, as the big brother in the launch vehicle circle, is the rocket with the longest history and the most launches in the world. It has done everything, and now it is going to save all mankind.

The rocket is currently on the other side of the Earth, at the French Guiana Space Center in northern South America, across the Pacific Ocean.

"It is expected to be launched on December 18. This is probably a Russian business order to launch satellites for Italy and the European Space Agency. Italy's CSG1 Earth observation satellite is also a synthetic aperture radar telemetry satellite, weighing more than two tons. The European Space Agency's is a space telescope called CHEOPS, which is expected to operate in a sun-synchronous orbit. Both payloads will be launched on one rocket." The spaceflight team said, "It is still... ten days away from launch."

"Intercept! Intercept!"

Zhao Bowen waved the pencil in his hand.

"But this is a European rocket..."

The other party is in a bit of a dilemma.

This is not the first time that Zhao Bowen has done this, but before he intercepted his own rockets. This time he wants to intercept foreign rockets. Intercepting across borders is much more troublesome.

"Is it a business order? Let's buy it! Let the Italian satellite move back a little, and we will go first."

Zhao Bowen believes that there is no problem that cannot be solved as long as money is used to pave the way.

"The launch is only ten days away, will it be in time?" someone asked. "If they change their minds at the last minute, Russia may not be willing to breach the contract."

"It's too easy to deal with the Russians." Lao Zhao said firmly, "How much is that rocket? Just say we'll pay double!"

(End of this chapter)