Chapter 41 The Idle Iron Trio Reunites
The next day, the once famous and disliked Jiangsu and Southern idle iron triangle gathered again (they actually gathered every week) at Room 804, Building 11, Qinyuan, Meihua Villa, just like the reunion of young heroes after many years of separation. Looking back, they saw thousands of miles of smoke and waves in the world. Some people are born to change the world, such as eliminating the spicy crayfish on the roadside stalls, and bargaining hard to make the stall boss earn two dollars less. Amid the clinking of glasses, the greasy light shook with the fat layer on the beer belly. Ah, this dreamy wave, this is a wave unique to middle-aged men.
"Mom and Dad, I'm back." Bai Yang finished today's exam and changed his shoes in the entrance hall. He recognized the people sitting in the living room at a glance, "Uncle Zhao, Uncle Wang!"
The shining head is Uncle Wang.
The tortoise-shell-framed glasses must belong to Uncle Zhao.
Wang Ning, Zhao Bowen and his father were sitting on the sofa in the living room chatting, while his mother was cooking in the kitchen.
"I haven't been busy lately, except for a large astronomical observation project, jointly conducted by many countries, targeting the massive black hole at the center of the Milky Way... Hey, Yangyang is back!" Zhao Bowen looked up, "You're taking your monthly exam today, right? How did you do?"
"It's okay. At least I finished my English composition." Bai Yang took off his schoolbag and held it in his hand.
"Xiao Yang, take us to see your 25-inch truck." Wang Ning stood up, "Let's see what's going on."
Dad and Zhao Bowen also stood up. The reason why the audio triangle gathered here was because of the Icon725.
"Okay." Bai Yang nodded, "It's in my room."
Last night, Bai Yang woke his father up from his sleep.
It was obvious that the father didn't believe his son's words... What's wrong with you, kid? You woke me up in the middle of the night just to tell me a story?
Although he was sleepy, his IQ was still there.
Bai Yang said it’s okay if you don’t believe it, you can’t do anything anyway, so please call Uncle Wang and Uncle Zhao over, I will tell them, as long as they believe it.
The next day, Dad called the two elder brothers. Bai Yang repeatedly emphasized that it was extremely urgent and they must arrive as soon as possible. So Wang Ning and Zhao Bowen went to the house together that afternoon, but it was obvious that they did not believe Bai Zhen's words. Old Bai, what's wrong with you? You called me here in a hurry just to make up a story for yourself?
Bai Zhen was also helpless. It’s not me who wants to make up stories for you, it’s my son who wants to make up stories for you.
Bai Yang put down his schoolbag, sat on the chair, turned on the radio skillfully, and the pale yellow LCD screen lit up.
Three adults then squeezed into the room and stood behind him.
Wang Ning glanced at the table and said, "What era is it? Why is it still so primitive? Xiao Yang, are you also doing FT8?"
"My mother doesn't let me use the computer." Bai Yang said sullenly.
"14255, right?" Wang Ning asked, "How much power?"
"50,000."
"5W for shortwave DX?" Wang Ning said with a click of his tongue, "Xiao Yang, do you like to play QRP?"
"I don't dare to do anything big." Bai Yang said weakly, "I don't even have a license. Do you think I don't want a 100-watt loudspeaker?"
"Look, Old White, what have you done? Where are your responsibilities as a guardian?"
"Go away, stop talking nonsense."
"Given the electromagnetic environment in Qinhuai District, is shortwave DX still possible?" Zhao Bowen asked. "I haven't touched this thing for many years. When we were young, the signal was better. Sometimes we could get through to XY and VK. Is it still possible now?"
“It used to be possible to reach P5.”
"Where is P5?"
“North Korea.”
"That was 20 years ago when we were young. It's not possible now." Wang Ning shook his head. "I can't even hear what the radio is saying when I sit on the radio. The electromagnetic environment is terrible."
The three old men started chatting among themselves.
"What's the name of the other station?" Wang Ning asked.
"BG4MSR." Dad replied.
"Have you heard of this call sign?" Zhao Bowen asked, "Is there such a person?"
“No.” Wang Ning shook his head. “This is a bit strange. Some time ago, Lao Bai also came to ask me about this call sign. Lao Bai said that Xiao Yang got in touch with a girl on shortwave and they were chatting enthusiastically and lovingly…”
"No passion! No lovey-dovey! No lovey-dovey!" Bai Yang was listening on the channel. He took off his headphones in annoyance, turned around to correct her, and blushed with anger.
He glared at his father fiercely.
With my dad's thick skin, he is naturally invulnerable to swords and guns.
"Okay, okay, there's no passionate love-making, yours is a pure and noble revolutionary friendship." Wang Ning continued, "Because when Lao Bai said this, he was drinking with me..."
"What do you want to drink?" Mom peeked out from behind the door quietly.
The temperature in the room dropped eight degrees.
The three men's scalps tightened at the same time and they held their breath.
"Drink...drink tea." said Wang Ning.
My mother's cold eyes swept over the three people one by one, then disappeared behind the door, leaving behind a cold snort.
The three men breathed a sigh of relief.
"Why is Xiaowen walking without making any sound?" Wang Ning asked in a low voice, "Isn't this really scary?"
"It's good that you know." Lao Bai whispered, "I live in a horror movie every day."
"Let's get down to business. What next?" Zhao Bowen.
"We were drinking tea at the time. I think Lao Bai had drunk a little too much, and the tea polyphenols were in his head, so I didn't take it seriously at the time. Later, when I was on duty at the wireless committee, I listened casually. I could only hear Xiao Yang's voice on 14255. He was the only one on the entire channel, but I could still recognize his voice." Wang Ning continued, "But the signal was too poor, and I never heard clearly what he said."
"Where is BG4MSR?" Zhao Bowen asked.
"There is no such person." Wang Ning said.
"That's what I find strange. I didn't believe it at first, but I can't explain why Wuwei can't hear the signal." Bai Yang turned around and hung the headphones around his neck. "The last time I met Uncle Wang, he said I was talking to myself on the channel, but I was clearly talking to BG4MSR."
"Is it encrypted?" Zhao Bowen asked.
"Impossible." Wang Ning and Bai Zhen shook their heads together.
"How sensitive is the monitoring system of the Radio and Television Commission?" Zhao Bowen asked.
"The entire city is covered by all frequency bands," Wang Ning said. "Unless you are using an encrypted military channel, it is impossible not to hear it."
"This is weird." Zhao Bowen also felt it was odd. "What kind of new technology is this? Or is it some kind of electromagnetic magic?"
As a professor of physics, Zhao Bowen could not possibly believe the story of time travel. His first reaction was some new technology, or some clever method that could allow the signal to avoid the monitoring of the radio station and at the same time allow an old Icom725 to receive it... Zhao Bowen leaned over to look, trying to find out if there was a hidden optical fiber under the radio station.
"Great professor, what do you think?" Bai Zhen asked.
"I won't make any judgments. Hearing is not believing, seeing is believing. We have to see it with our own eyes. Regardless of whether Yang Yang's story is true or not, let's see what's going on first. Let Yang Yang try to connect to BG4MSR again tonight. If it works, we have to figure out where the signal comes from. If we can track and locate the source of the signal, then the truth will be revealed." Zhao Bowen said, "Yang Yang, what time do you usually connect to her?"
"After ten o'clock at night."
The three of them took out their cell phones from their pockets at the same time and checked the time.
It is now eight forty-five in the evening.
"Lao Wang, do you have a spectrum analyzer?"
"Yes." Lao Wang nodded, "I'll ask Wu Wei to bring one over."
After that, he took out his cell phone and dialed:
"Hello? Xiao Zhu? Yes, it's me, can you do me a favor? Bring me a spectrum analyzer, the big one, on the shelf next to my desk, the white one, yes, yes, yes, send it to Meihua Villa Community, on Alfalfa Garden Street, OK, thank you!"
Lao Wang is the kind of unscrupulous leader who would call people at around 8 o'clock in the evening to assign tasks.
(End of this chapter)
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