Time passes quickly, just like a heart that wants to rest, it never stops for a moment.
In the second month after Ling Yue arrived at the base, Qian Zilin came in with a newspaper and threw it on Ling Yue's desk.
Ling Yue picked it up and took a look at it in surprise - the Ugly Country Navy successfully sent the Pioneer satellite into Earth orbit.
"Is Uncle Qian anxious?" She looked at Qian Zilin, who was sitting in the chair without saying a word, and laughed.
Qian Zilin was silent for a moment, watching those foreign people who used to oppress us now getting ahead again and again. It would be a lie to say that he was not anxious.
"Xiao Yueya, do you think we can succeed?"
Ling Yue raised her eyebrows: "Of course."
Even without her, Longguo could still succeed. She just wanted to convey this joy in advance.
"Don't worry, Uncle Qian. Based on the current progress, it will probably be completed in September. My plan also clearly states that the estimated completion time is one year."
Ling Yue put the newspaper on the table: "The current progress is already much ahead of my plan, Uncle Qian, don't worry."
Upon hearing this, Qian Zilin lowered his head and nodded slowly twice, then opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.
In Ling Yue's heart, Qian Zilin's worries were in vain. If he couldn't even make the most basic, first-generation satellite, it would be a disgrace to the entire interstellar space.
On that day, the newspaper was circulated back and forth in the base. Mr. Zhu meant that instead of feeling sad in secret, it would be better to turn grief and anger into motivation.
The effect was indeed very good. That day, the group of people were silent for only a few seconds, and then walked to their workstations. No one dragged their feet, and everyone was doing their own work in silence.
August 1, 1958, six in the morning.
Ling Yue sat in the communication tent, which she had divided out and contained a radio, a transmitter and a telephone.
She skillfully dialed the number of the Forbidden City Xiangzhong office. This was the first time she took the initiative to call Xiangzhong after arriving at the base.
The call transfer failed twice, thinking there was no one on the other end. The third time, a familiar voice came from the other end.
Ling Yue was stunned when she heard the voice. In the past, Comrade Zhang always answered the phone, but the voice on this phone was clearly Xiangzhong.
"Comrade Xiangzhong, I am Lingyue."
"Ling Yue? What's wrong? Did you encounter any difficulties? Tell me."
Xiangzhong didn't expect that Ling Yue, who had been missing for more than half a year, would actually call him. Usually it was Qian Zilin who called him, and this girl had to make an appointment if he wanted to talk to her.
"No, it's like this. Three days ago, the satellite project was simulated and tested. Ten minutes ago, the test results met the target, and the launch mission can be carried out..."
"What?" Xiangzhong heard Ling Yue's calm voice and couldn't help but wonder if he had heard it wrong, so he couldn't help but interrupt.
Ling Yue's eardrums were buzzing from the loud noise, and she quickly moved the microphone further away.
The people surrounding Ling Yue heard the voice and were trying to suppress their smiles. They were all shocked. Mr. Zhu, who was present, even sat on the ground and cried and laughed. However, they had already suppressed this surprise in their hearts because they had not yet gone on stage. They would celebrate after the performance was successful.
"What I meant is that our satellite can be launched at any time. I called to ask the Palace Museum for a time."
Ling Yue's voice was still very calm, without any ripples, as if this thing was not worth mentioning.
Qian Zilin finally couldn't stand it anymore and snatched the microphone from Ling Yue's hand: "Hey, I asked you to announce good news, but you're telling me a bad news. Let me do it."
Xiangzhong already understood Lingyue's meaning at this time, but he was even more incredulous. He stood on the ground with his eyes wide open, motionless, and the document he had come in to get fell to the ground with a "bang".
Qian Zilin on the other side grabbed the phone and said hurriedly:
"Hello, Comrade Xiangzhong, I'm Qian Zilin." Qian Zilin has a loud voice to begin with, and now that he's excited, his voice is even louder.
"We want the Palace Museum to give our flying celestial beings a chance to perform on stage, and to come up with a name for the show."
Xiangzhong came back to his senses after being reminded by Assistant Zhang and hurriedly said, "Wait a minute, wait a minute, did the test results Lingyue just mentioned meet the target? Are there any unexpected results?"
Qian Zilin laughed and said, "Comrade Ling Yue said the accident rate is one in a thousand. This result is higher than expected."
Hearing this, Xiangzhong laughed: "Okay, okay, don't leave, just stay by the phone. I will go and discuss it with the relevant departments now. You wait for the call."
Having said that, he hung up the phone with a bang, not even caring about the documents that fell to the ground, and walked out.
All departments were working overtime on Army Day, including Comrade Zirun.
After finishing the report, the cigarette ash in Zirun's hand had become a long piece. It was not until it burned his fingers that he came back to his senses in the pain.
He put out his cigarette and said, "Comrade Lingyue has brought a grand holiday gift to Longguo."
Xiangzhong sat on the sofa and smiled, "Yes, this gift is very big. They asked when it will be launched and what name it should be given."
Zirun thought for a moment and said, "Today is Army Day, so let's call it Liberation No. 1. August 8th is a good day, so let's send our Liberation message to outer space on that day."
"Okay, then I'll go and reply to them and the reporters. This is a big deal, and the whole nation should celebrate it together."
Xiangzhong said this and went out to make arrangements. The two meetings were originally postponed. The bigwigs in military uniforms sat in the conference room, looking around, not knowing what was going on.
On that day, Qian Zilin was waiting by the phone when he received the call and then notified Ling Yue.
Ling Yue thought that this era has a special feeling for days like June 6th and August 8th, so it is not surprising.
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