Chapter 146 It's so long and so hard
Wang Ning called Xiao Zhu to buy a dozen Jiang Xiaobai cigarettes.
Bai Zhen was furious: Are you using this to test the cadres?
He was heartbroken. He was sacrificing his health for the future of all mankind. The survival of the world depended on him alone, and they were just using industrial alcohol to perfunctorily treat me? I was not even worthy of two bottles of Feitian Moutai?
Lao Wang took out a bottle of 75% concentration medical alcohol from his bag and placed it on the coffee table. You pick one.
Bai Zhen said, "Then I'll choose industrial alcohol."
He hugged Jiang Xiaobai in his arms, then drove Lao Wang out, all the way out of Meihua Villa.
"Do I need to be so far away?" Wang Ning was a little surprised when he was pushed out of the gate of Meihua Villa. "Old Bai, what on earth do you want to do?"
"I'll send the key over." Bai Zhen turned around and took out Jiang Xiaobai's glass bottle from his coat pocket, unscrewed the lid and took a sip.
"What about me?" Wang Ning shouted at his back.
"Do whatever you want!" Bai Zhen burped and waved his arms. "You are not allowed to come back before eight o'clock tonight. Tell Lao Zhao and my son the same thing. From now until eight o'clock, send people to seal the entrance and exit of Plum Blossom Villa. No one is allowed to enter or leave!"
Wang Ning watched his back disappear behind the green belt and scratched his head, wondering what on earth was this guy up to?
Bai Zhen returned home, sat down on the sofa, crossed his legs and faced the empty and messy living room, sitting there motionless. This house hadn't been so quiet for a long time. Since the establishment of the Nanjing Command, the Bai family's house has almost become a public place. Zhao Bowen and Wang Ning are stationed here. In addition, the heads of various project teams, clerks from administrative departments, and the military often visit. As a result, more and more documents and materials are piled up in the living room, and more and more telephones are placed on the dining table. The colorful and messy cables are coiled in circles on the floor. You have to look at your feet when walking to avoid tripping.
At this moment, the living room was suddenly empty, and Bai Zhen felt unfamiliar.
Is this my home, or the Nanjing Command Center?
In the past, when a day's work was over and the people in the command center went home, Bai Zhen would subconsciously get up as well, as if he was here to work and that he had a home waiting for him in Nanjing.
Lao Bai sat there silently and took another sip of white wine.
It's really rare.
It seems that only when the world is destroyed will he have the chance to drink.
But what does the destruction of the world mean?
As the saying goes, nothing is difficult in this world if one sets his mind to it. Let us concentrate our efforts on doing great things. The Nanjing Command Center concentrates its efforts on doing great things. Human potential is unlimited. Only human subjective initiative can determine the direction of history. The people! The people are the only factor that determines the direction of history! What are big eyes?
Reactionaries! How dare you try to stop the people!
——The alcohol is taking effect.
Bai Zhen thought it was about time, so he stood up, opened the drawer of the TV cabinet, took out the tool box, and turned into Bai Yang's bedroom.
The legendary Icom725 amateur shortwave radio was placed on the bookshelf, surrounded by a large roll of messy cables. In the past few months, they have designed enough peripherals for this antique to meet the requirements of various data transmissions. Old White unplugged them all and carefully took out the radio.
The first law of slow time delivery stipulates that from the sender's perspective, the order of sending and receiving cannot be reversed. In other words, it is impossible for the girl to receive the key first and then Bai Zhen to deliver it. No one can guarantee that the delivery of the key will be 100% successful. No matter what method is used in Nanjing in 2019, it is impossible to form the established fact that "the other party received the key."
But there is another established fact that can be used.
That is "the other party received the Icom725 amateur shortwave radio station."
This is an established fact, nailed firmly on the timeline by fate. Icom725 is the communication tool connecting the present and the future. It is the basic condition for the establishment of the three laws of slow time delivery. It is also the only thing that can be guaranteed to be delivered to the girl. If you want to design test questions based on the answers, then it will be the only place you can make a fuss.
The three laws of time are not only codes of conduct and frameworks, they are also methods and means.
Learn to use your time well.
Bai Zhen took out a screwdriver from the tool box.
His brain was clear and sober, which was a symptom of being drunk. Alcohol is the lubricant of nerves. The fully lubricated gears in the brain were spinning madly and could even produce sparks. Bai Zhen, who was drunk, could easily disassemble an old TV, and an antique shortwave radio was a piece of cake for him.
He was not worried about damaging it, as it had been dismantled twice before, and 20 years later the radio station was still functioning normally, which meant that his actions at this moment would not cause any damage.
There has never been a moment like this when Walter White could clearly feel the existence of time. He knew where it came from and where it was going. He knew what he was doing and that he was performing a destined story.
Everything you see, think, do, and act is history.
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At eight o'clock that evening, a group of people gathered at the gate of Meihua Villa finally received the order to leave. Lao Zhao, Lao Wang and their group climbed up to the eighth floor, opened the door and rushed in, only to find Bai Zhen lying on the sofa vomiting violently, and the coffee table was littered with empty glass wine bottles.
"Fuck!" Zhao Bowen was shocked. "If you drink like this, you're going to die!"
Bai Zhen was rushed to the hospital overnight and was diagnosed with alcohol poisoning.
He was induced to vomit, had his gastric lavage done, and was given an IV drip in the hospital. A large group of people accompanied him the whole time. The doctor treated them all as drinking buddies, saying that every year during the New Year's Day holiday there are people sent to the hospital due to alcohol poisoning. The way you drink, you will suffer from liver damage if you don't die.
Old Bai regained consciousness a little and saw a large circle of people surrounding the bed from left to right.
"Is it done?" Wang Ning sat down at the head of the bed and asked, "Is it done?"
"What?" Bai Zhen was half lying on the hospital bed receiving an IV drip, confused, "What happened?"
Wang Ning turned his head and nodded to Zhao Bowen: "It's done."
Lao Zhao came over and patted Bai Zhen on the shoulder, "Leave it to us from now on, you take a good rest."
The latter subconsciously grabbed his wrist and blurted out: "Hurry up."
After he finished speaking, he looked blankly, not knowing where these words came from. Zhao Bowen looked at him deeply, nodded, and left with his family. The ward was empty, with only his mother twisting a towel beside him.
"You drank too much and too fast, and almost got severe alcohol poisoning." Mom threw the towel on the bedside and sighed, "You did something like this when I was away for a day."
"The situation forced me to do this." Bai Zhen smiled fearfully.
"Tell the truth, confess and you will be treated leniently; resist and you will be treated severely." My mother moved a chair over and sat on it, looking intimidating without even getting angry.
"I can't confess. I have a blackout. Every time I think about it, I get a severe headache." Lao Bai held his forehead, frowned and took a deep breath. "You know I have this problem. I will have a blackout when I drink. The more I drink, the more severe the blackout."
"Is it something urgent?"
"It's very important." Bai Zhen said, "It's a matter of great importance."
He didn't lie, Bai Zhen really couldn't remember what he did this afternoon.
He still vaguely remembered the idea and plan, and where to hide the key, but he could not recall the specific details, nor did he remember whether he really did it. Blackouts were such a strange experience. During the period of amnesia, it seemed as if another person was acting. This afternoon, Bai Zhen drank alcohol recklessly to ensure double blindness, and ended up with alcohol poisoning.
Lao Bai felt a splitting headache and cursed himself inwardly for being such an idiot two hours ago.
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Bai Zhen definitely didn't remember what he had said to Banxia.
He guessed that he had only briefly reported the location, but in fact he had been talking nonsense with the girl for an hour.
"Oh, at that time, we were still enforcing family planning. People who were paid by the government had to set an example. Otherwise, I would have wanted to have a daughter, too, hehe."
"It's better to have only one child. It's better to have only one child."
"I am an experienced driver. I drive around the city every day. If you come, I will take you around every day. I am not lying. I know every lane in the whole city of Nanjing, from Pukou to Gulou to Jianye to Jiangning. I can take you wherever I say, without using navigation."
"You can walk sideways! You can walk sideways, we are here to protect you!"
"In the whole city of Nanjing, the provincial party secretary is the first, the municipal party secretary is the second, and I am the third."
"Hey? The key? Yes, yes, yes, the key! If you hadn't told me, I would have almost forgotten. The key has been sent over. I'm telling you now where to find it..."
Banxia took off her headphones blankly.
In the darkness, she took a deep breath, bit her lip, held both sides of the radio with both hands, lifted it half off the table, and shook it gently.
There was a faint "ding-dong" sound.
Banxia moved closer and shook again.
Ding ding dong.
She was very familiar with this sound. It had been there since Banxia got the radio. She thought it was an aging part falling off, so she didn't dare to move it casually.
The girl swayed again.
Ding ding dong.
Ding ding dong.
Really crisp.
Banxia raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face. She slowly lowered her head, gently leaned her forehead on the radio, and closed her eyes.
It turns out you have been here all along.
It’s really long.
It’s really hard.
very nice.
(End of this chapter)
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