Even Li Haochen and Qi Fang couldn't help but be tempted. The others couldn't sit still, eager to start the class right away. Most of them were older, and some of the jobs at the base weren't suitable for them. They had finally found their own jobs, and the benefits looked pretty good.
Free food, free housing, and a salary—where else can you find such a good thing these days? These elderly people hadn't expected to have the opportunity to earn money to support their families, and they all expressed their willingness to share everything they had learned!
Although they had been in the apocalypse for so long, and had forgotten much of the knowledge, wouldn't it be easy for them to pick it up again if they had books to read? Some knowledge had even become muscle memory, impossible to forget even if they wanted to.
In short, everyone in the classroom was excited and said they were ready to take up the post at any time.
"Okay. Since everyone agrees, here are some materials prepared according to your research directions. Everyone go back and take a look, and be on time for class tomorrow!"
Some of the information passed down by the clerks was basic scientific research knowledge, which was excavated from the ruins when the base was established. It helped them organize the knowledge in their memories. There were also more information about China's current research directions, which allowed them to take a look in advance to facilitate answers when the time comes.
The next day, figures streamed past the light curtain door. An Jingzhi watched them pass by before closing the door. Slippers on his feet, he wandered back to his room to play his newly developed holographic projection game. His equipment was all top-notch, delivered by Zhou Qihai and his team.
Now his daily work is to open and close the shop on time. Sometimes he can get a bonus for working overtime. But the money is useless to him. The government takes care of everything. He has everything he wants and the government provides pension.
Since he had no place to spend the money, he used it to spend in-game currency. In the holographic projection game Second Life, he was a well-known spender, and his equipment was shining with gold.
The scientific research academicians who passed through the light curtain looked at everything in the other world in shock. Through aerial photography, they could clearly see that except for their well-planned area, the rest of the area was in ruins.
Among them was Mr. Fu, the man Director Gao had hired to crack the USB drive. He'd sensed something was amiss. His decades of scientific research hadn't been in vain. This USB drive was incredibly difficult to crack, its encoding method unlike any other currently available. It took immense effort to decipher it, and the resulting information had astounded him. At the current level of scientific research, holographic projection still existed only in theory, and some of the devices marketed as holographic were nothing more than a nebulous mess.
But data stored in such a complex encoding method couldn't be fake. Sure enough, it wasn't long before news broke that holographic projection had been released. This information couldn't possibly have come from abroad, otherwise they would have already developed the corresponding product. Currently, there are only a few leading countries. If their information wasn't sourced from abroad, and China's current level of scientific research couldn't possibly have developed it, then where did it come from? Subsequently, they provided them with a number of high-tech chip technologies to help them solve the key technologies and put them into production as soon as possible.
Mr. Fu has had many speculations, including the discovery of alien ruins, remnants of lost civilizations, etc.
What he hadn't guessed was that the data came from another world! It wasn't wrong to say they were aliens, but they were all human.
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Li Haochen, Qi Fang and others from the wasteland world stayed up all night preparing for lessons after returning, hoping to get the job.
When I arrived at the classroom, I found that there were already more than a dozen elderly people with gray beards sitting neatly inside. They looked about the same age as them.
After seeing these people, Qi Fang gave up the idea of a successor. How could there be a successor who was about the same age as their successor?
Zhou Qihai clapped his hands to draw everyone's attention, then said to the alien world research expert who had just entered, "Everyone, those sitting down below are the students you will be teaching in the future. They all have different research areas, so you only need to teach one or two and attend open classes regularly. This building also has many laboratories that are free for everyone to use."
Zhou Qihai asked both parties to briefly introduce themselves, and then left the venue to them.
Mr. Fu’s research direction is similar to Li Haochen’s, so he is considered one of Li Haochen’s students.
"Teacher, I really don't understand here. How did you derive this formula?"
"This formula was proposed by a famous foreign scholar, Torres, in the 2040s. The specific derivation process is as follows."
Mr. Fu hadn't expected that the point that had stopped everyone was actually a formula that appeared 20 years after his own timeline. No wonder no one could solve it. This old man, who had lived through the apocalypse for 20 years, was extremely skilled and knowledgeable. Mr. Fu spent the whole morning absorbing his knowledge like a sponge.
In fact, the gap between the two wasn't just due to a century of scientific research, but also because the people in the other world had extended lifespans, allowing them to devote more time to research. Li Haochen's research career had lasted forty to fifty years longer than Mr. Fu's! Today, life extension technology from the other world is one of China's most critical projects.
In the cafeteria, Qi Fang ate while answering questions from his students. These people were their bread and butter, so he had to be serious and teach them well.
After returning to the dormitory at night, the two couldn't help but complain.
"Old Qi, where do you think these students come from? It seems like every one of them has weak skills, yet they can talk about things from the last century with great clarity. And yet, they don't even understand the simplest formulas. Just look at that little Fu I teach. He actually asked me today how I derived a formula from decades ago. Don't you think there's a gap in their education?"
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