We Live In Nanjing - Chapter 106

  Chapter 106 Engaged

  Today is December 10th.

Remember the date and time clearly. This is a good habit left by the teacher. Pinellia insists on it till now. Even Bai Yang is surprised that she still maintains such a self-discipline and rigorous habit when she lives alone. Bai Yang does not understand the last one in the world. What is the significance of people recording dates, but the teacher said that time belongs to the universe, but days are their own.

The teacher made a lot of calendars, which were engraved on the walls, floors, and pillars. She made the calendar 2050 in the Western calendar. Banxia draws one every day. If the time is a long strip of noodles, then half Xia cut it into thin slices, and she is also a Henan slicing noodle master.

That motherboard was still hung on the wall, followed by colorful and complicated cables. It was really difficult to upgrade the signal modulation method. The current Pinellia can not be regarded as a complete white. After such a long training and practical operation, she can understand it slightly. For some superficial concepts, the debugging of PSK is many times more difficult than AFSK.

  When resting, she makes faces at the camera.

  Hikvision’s UVC camera with the old Philips CRT monitor has a terrible display effect, not to mention the low picture quality, and there is a delay. Banxia wants to wait until the data transmission system is successfully set up. In what way should I appear?

  Waving?

   Bow?

  Forget it, let’s give you a backflip.

   Banxia is waiting.

  Zhao Bowen is also waiting.

   Thousands of things, all collected in the headquarters.

This will be a huge plan. No one can see the whole picture except for Lao Zhao himself. Bai Zhen and Wang Ning are sitting on the sofa and sorting materials. When they look up, they can see Lao Zhao standing in front of the map of Nanjing. Holding a compass in his hand and comparing it with a pencil, he drew a circle at the junction of Qinhuai District and Xuanwu District, frowned and stared at it for a long time, then erased it with an eraser, and then drew a smaller one.

  Bai Zhen and Wang Ning were dissatisfied with his mysterious manner.

  ”Don’t ask if you shouldn’t.” Zhao Bowen said.

“Then what are we doing now?” Wang Ning asked, “I haven’t seen any progress for several days. Lao Zhao, the time on both sides is consumed simultaneously. We spend a day here, and she also spends a day there. We have not Time wasted.”

   “Is there enough food in her hand?” Bai Zhen asked, “Is there any more water?”

“I know.”

  Zhao Bowen was a little irritable, dropped the compass and pencil in his hand and went out to smoke.

  The four mobile phones are still placed on the coffee table and there is no movement.

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  Zhao Bowen ran downstairs and sat at the door of the unit and smoked glumly.

   swearing in my heart while smoking.

Scolding Baizhen, scolding Wang Ning, scolding the computer team, scolding the aerospace team, scolding the engineering team, scolding everyone. How many hours have passed since this, and there is no good news at all. The call is just prevarication, shirk, delay, kicking the ball and ” The iron hand is chasing for life, silly kids, run away—!”.

   “Run, run, the world is over, where can you go.”

  Zhao Bowen looked into the distance, imagining very badly what it would be like when the end of the world came, and whether the big eyes would eat the old lady walking the dog on the opposite side, and slightly vent the negative emotions of the dark side of the psychology. He would smoke when he was depressed, smoking a sullen cigarette alone, and then the more he smoked, the more depressed.

  Li Bai said that the water flowed more with a knife, and a toast to relieve sorrow and worry. Zhao Bowen was not so educated, he said fucking.

Lao Zhao took out his phone from his **** pocket, opened WeChat and wanted to send a long note to curse, but he couldn’t find a suitable person in the address book, and he couldn’t find anyone to curse, which made him feel angry. , So Zhao Bowen thought of a way. He posted on Weibo Posting Bar Douyin Kuaishou, like finding some mentally handicapped posts and chatting with the host.

  Some posts are IQ depressions, where a large number of people, conspiracy theorists, and nine-year compulsory education have missed the net. Zhao Bowen was complacent before entering, thinking that he was an associate professor of Nantah University and the tip of the intellectual pyramid of the whole society. Isn’t it a dimensionality reduction? Doesn’t this kill indiscriminately?

As a result, Zhao Bowen was killed so that he lost his helmet and armor. At first, he still held a little reserved as a senior intellectual and tried to persuade the other party with logic and common sense, but he soon realized that the other party was not logical and became Zhao Zhao. The blog post worked hard to explain who Braun is and what is called the moon orbital docking method, the other party will only type crazy dog ​​traitor, dog traitor, dog traitor. You admit that you are a dog traitor when you land on the moon in the United States.

  It doesn’t make sense to say it, and it can’t be cursed.

  Lao Zhao was very frustrated, frustrated that so many people were unreasonable, and even more frustrated that he couldn’t even beat others in scolding, and said that such a world would be better than ruining the ball.

But looking back, he shouldn’t reason with people online. He should say that your ancestor’s 18th-generation family’s academic qualifications combined are not as high as mine. After scolding, he will be blacked out. In the end of an online quarrel, he will end up with the whole family. For ancestors, I knew it was better to zoom in at the beginning.

Lao Zhao finished smoking, threw the cigarette **** on the ground and stamped it out with his foot, quite fiercely, as if he was crushing someone who had just been scolding on the Internet under his feet, rolled over and over again, and patted his **** after he was relieved. Go back to work.

As the command headquarters, Zhao Bowen and others are coordinating the entire plan, and they are directly responsible to the higher level. This is a crucial node, connecting the previous and the next, but doing the coordinating work is so fucking. From the bottom of the people’s opinion, the command is the first party of all evil. It is a collection of laymen commanding experts, and bureaucratic, but in the command’s own view—his grandmother’s, he is under pressure from both sides, the responsibility is his own, and the credit belongs to others.

If you mess up, you have to take full responsibility, and you have become a wise leader. If it is not a major matter, thousands of lives are tied together. His old Zhao really wants to quit the burden. He is rare to do physics and he has thick black hair. , Can’t be so spoiled, whoever loves will come.

  Zhao Bowen sighed, shit, why am I so responsible?

  This **** responsibility is rooted in my heart.

  To blame, Master Confucius, his old man said that he could not shake the world for two thousand years, and Zhao Bowen could not even find a reason to escape.

Go upstairs, go upstairs to call again, urge the engineering team, urge the space team, and urge the astronomy team. He needs the remote sensing satellite. No matter what method is used, the space team must send the remote sensing satellite 20 years later. Zhao Bowen knew it was difficult, but if it wasn’t a problem, there was no need to summon those elites. Remote sensing satellites are too important. They are blind without eyes, but eyes alone are not enough. Thinking of this, Zhao Bowen’s heart slowly sinks.

  He has been waiting for news.

  Zhao Bowen took out his phone and took a look again. It was an unconscious action. He didn’t know what he wanted to see, maybe it was time or WeChat.

  The phone vibrates slightly.

There is a text message, Zhao Bowen hopes this is good news. Any message received on the phone in the past two days can make him feel nervous. This feeling appeared last time when he checked his results after the college entrance examination. He closed his eyes. Then slowly open your eyes like a lottery draw.

  But this year, only operators send spam messages to people all day long. Zhao Bowen estimates that it was sent by China Telecom. It’s like buying a scrapbook and thank you for your patronage.

  He did not see the familiar China Telecom, it was an unfamiliar number.

  But Zhao Bowen knows where this text message came from:

  ”The meeting ceremony is over. I am engaged. Miss Qiu is about to get married.”

  (End of this chapter)