Chapter 106 Engaged
Today is December 10th.
Remembering the date and time clearly is a good habit taught by the teacher. Banxia has kept it until now. Even Baiyang is surprised that she still maintains such self-discipline and rigorous habits when living alone. Baiyang doesn't understand what's the point of being the last person in the world to record the date, but the teacher said that time belongs to the universe, but the days belong to oneself.
The teacher made a lot of calendars by herself, which were engraved on the walls, floors, and pillars. She made the calendar up to 2050 in the Western calendar. Banxia drew a line every day. If time was a long strip of noodles, then Banxia cut it into thin slices. She is also a master of Henan knife-cut noodles.
The motherboard was still hanging on the wall, connected by colorful and complicated cables. It was indeed very difficult to upgrade the signal modulation method. Banxia was not a complete novice now. After so much training and practical operation, she could understand some basic concepts. However, the debugging of PSK was many times more difficult than that of AFSK.
During breaks, she made faces at the camera.
The display effect of Hikvision's UVC camera and the old Philips CRT monitor is very poor. Not only is the image quality low, but there is also a delay. Banxia wondered how she should appear after the data transmission system was successfully built?
Wave?
bow?
Forget it, I'll just do a backflip for you.
Banxia is waiting.
Zhao Bowen is also waiting.
There are so many things to do, and all are collected at the command center.
This will be a huge plan, and no one can see its full picture except Lao Zhao himself. Bai Zhen and Wang Ning were sitting on the sofa sorting out materials. When they looked up, they saw Lao Zhao standing in front of the map of Nanjing again, comparing it with a compass and a pencil in his hands. He drew a circle at the junction of Qinhuai District and Xuanwu District, stared at it with a frown for a while, then erased it with an eraser and drew a slightly smaller one.
Bai Zhen and Wang Ning were very dissatisfied with his mysterious behavior.
"Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask." Zhao Bowen said.
"So what are we doing now?" Wang Ning asked. "We haven't seen any progress in the past few days. Lao Zhao, time is consumed synchronously on both sides. One day passes on our side, and one day passes on her side. We don't have time to waste."
"Does she have enough food?" Bai Zhen asked, "and is there any water?"
"I know."
Zhao Bowen was a little annoyed. He dropped the compass and pencil in his hand and went out to smoke.
The four mobile phones were still lying on the coffee table without any movement.
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Zhao Bowen ran downstairs and sat at the door of the unit, smoking gloomily.
I cursed in my heart while smoking.
Curse Bai Zhen, curse Wang Ning, curse the computer team, curse the aerospace team, curse the engineering team, curse everyone. It has been several hours and there is no good news. Every time I call, they just make excuses, shirk, delay, pass the buck and say "The iron hand is coming to chase you, run away, silly kids!"
"Run, run, the whole world is ruined, where can you run to?"
Zhao Bowen looked into the distance, imagining what the end of the world would be like, wondering if Big Eyes would eat the old lady walking her dog across the street, and venting his negative emotions. When he was depressed, he would smoke, alone, and the more he smoked, the more depressed he became.
Li Bai said that if you draw a sword to cut the water, the water will flow faster; if you drink a cup to dispel sorrow, the sorrow will become even greater. Zhao Bowen is not so cultured. He said, "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck."
Old Zhao took out his cell phone from his back pocket, opened WeChat and wanted to send a long message to curse someone, but he couldn't find the right person in his address book. He was furious at not being able to find anyone to curse, so Zhao Bowen thought of a way. He went on Weibo, Tieba, TikTok and Kuaishou, and looked for some idiotic posts to argue with the poster.
Some posts are IQ lows, gathering a large number of amateur scientists, conspiracy theorists, and those who have escaped the nine-year compulsory education. Before Zhao Bowen entered, he was full of confidence, thinking that he was an associate professor at Nanjing University and the top of the intellectual pyramid of the whole society. Wouldn’t this be a dimensionality reduction attack on them? Wouldn’t this be a random killing?
As a result, Zhao Bowen was defeated and fled in panic. At first, he still held a little bit of reserve as a senior intellectual and tried to convince the other party with logic and common sense, but he soon realized that the other party was illogical. When Zhao Bowen took great pains to explain who Braun was and what the lunar orbit docking method was, the other party could only type frantically "dog traitor, dog traitor, dog traitor, if you admit that the United States landed on the moon, you are a dog traitor."
It's impossible to explain it to him, and it's impossible to scold him in silence.
Old Zhao was very depressed. He was depressed that so many people were unreasonable, and even more depressed that he couldn't even win by scolding them. He thought that such a world might as well be destroyed.
But thinking back, he shouldn't have tried to reason with people online. He should have said that the educational level of your entire family for 18 generations combined is not as high as mine, and then blocked the person after cursing. Arguing online will ultimately end up with the same outcome, with the entire family and ancestors being blamed. If he had known this would happen, he would have used his big move from the beginning.
Old Zhao finished his cigarette, threw the butt on the ground and stomped it out with his foot, which was quite cruel, as if he was stepping on the person who had just had a quarrel with him online and crushing him under his feet, rolling him over and over again. After venting his anger, he patted his butt and prepared to go back to work.
As the command center, Zhao Bowen and others are coordinating the entire plan. They are directly responsible to higher levels. This is a crucial node that connects the upper and lower levels. But the coordination work is so fucked up. In the eyes of the subordinates, the command center is the evil Party A, laymen commanding professionals, and a collection of bureaucracy. But in the eyes of the command center itself - damn it, they are under pressure from both sides, and the responsibility is theirs, while the credit goes to others.
If he messes up, he will take full responsibility. If he succeeds, it's because the leader is wise. If it wasn't a matter of great importance and thousands of lives were not at stake, Old Zhao really wanted to quit. It's a rare opportunity for him to study physics and have thick black hair. He can't waste it like this. Whoever wants to come can come.
Zhao Bowen sighed, damn, why am I so responsible?
This damn responsibility is rooted in my heart.
It's all Confucius' fault. What he said about self-cultivation, family management, governing the country and pacifying the world has remained unchanged for two thousand years. As a result, Zhao Bowen couldn't even find a reason to escape.
He went upstairs and made another phone call, urging the engineering team, the aerospace team, and the astronomy team. He needed the remote sensing satellite. No matter what method was used, the aerospace team must send the remote sensing satellite to the destination in twenty years. Zhao Bowen knew that this was difficult, but if it was not a difficult problem, there was no need to summon those elite troops. The remote sensing satellite was too important. Without eyes, they would be blind. But eyes alone were not enough. Thinking of this, Zhao Bowen's heart slowly sank again.
He has been waiting for news.
Zhao Bowen took out his cell phone again and took a look at it. It was an unconscious action. He didn't know what he wanted to see. Maybe it was the time, or maybe it was WeChat.
The phone vibrates slightly.
A text message came, and Zhao Bowen hoped it was good news. In the past two days, any message he received on his phone made him feel uneasy. The last time he had this feeling was when he checked his results after the college entrance examination. He closed his eyes, and then slowly opened them like a lottery draw.
But these days, only operators send spam text messages to people all the time. Zhao Bowen guessed that it was sent by China Telecom, just like buying a scratch-off lottery ticket and getting a "thank you for your patronage".
He didn't see the familiar China Telecom, but an unfamiliar number.
But Zhao Bowen knew where the message came from:
"The gift has been paid, the engagement has been completed, and Miss Qiu is about to get married."
(End of this chapter)
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