Standing by the dean of the School of Surveying and Mapping, Qiu Jun immediately called Xing Baohua.
They're willing to exchange data for it, so what can you offer in return?
Besides money, all Xing Baohua could offer was the junk computers produced from their rice.
Surely the School of Surveying and Mapping isn't planning to take over rice appliances or something like that!
"Tell the dean my sincerity. Apart from sensitive data, I want everything that meets civilian-grade standards. Have him make a list and write down everything he wants. If he dares to write it down, I'll give him rice as long as it's available."
This kind of military-grade mapping data cannot be bought even with money. Although it contains many sensitive points, it can be easily removed to make it civilian-grade.
With this data, we can save so much trouble and money.
Without this data, Xing Baohua would have to buy it from a civilian map surveying agency, which, aside from its accuracy, would be far less practical.
Moreover, civilian-grade cameras won't provide you with latitude and longitude coordinates, and even if they did, the discrepancies would be enormous.
If a five-meter deviation is considered standard for positioning, then the standard deviation for civilian applications is likely to be 500 meters or more.
Those who are frequently led into ditches, cornfields, or rivers by navigation systems are doing so because the navigation has deteriorated.
For civilian use, it's not just about data, but also about chips.
The accuracy of this reception depends on the chip's data processing capabilities.
The School of Surveying and Mapping didn't ask for much; they only asked for a donation of five million yuan, one hundred sets of the latest computers, and even more so, they requested that future data be shared among civilians.
Only now did Xing Baohua realize that the ultimate goal of the Surveying and Mapping Institute was to collect data from the stars!
Even if the other party doesn't want it, Xing Baohua will still hand it over for supervision.
Well, since he was going to be regulated anyway, Xing Baohua agreed, even though he didn't know the surveying and mapping college's ultimate purpose for wanting the data.
Qiu Jun will stay in Nansha City for a few more days. Xing Baohua will send someone over to give him a check for five million yuan.
As for computers, it will be delayed for a while, as there is currently insufficient stock.
"Old Qiu! I suddenly remembered something, does the School of Surveying and Mapping have a remote sensing major?" Xing Baohua finally remembered something and called Qiu Jun to ask.
"Yes! Remote Sensing Science and Engineering," Qiu Jun said.
"We need to recruit a few people, including those with surveying expertise. We'll need our own engineers to analyze and process the data later on."
Okay, are there any other requirements?
"That's all. First, see how many people you can bring back. If there are a lot, I'll charter a plane for you."
“Thirty-odd people are not enough to charter a plane. I’m also planning to book sleeper berths for them to take the train back.”
"Let's not take the train, it's too tiring. There are only about thirty people. Okay, I'll arrange a transport plane!"
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