Just as the narrow screen lit up, Huo Qiyong was so surprised that he almost danced: "Dean, it's on, it's on!"
The BB machine is also called a pager, a pager, a BP machine, or a BB machine for short. In 1983, SH opened China's first paging station and BP machines entered China. It has gone through the evolution of analog BP machines → digital BP machines, Chinese character BP machines → mobile phones, MSN and other instant messaging tools. The pager is the user receiver in the wireless paging system. Usually composed of superheterodyne receiver, decoder, control part and display part. It selects the useful signal to be received from the paging signal and interference transmitted by the base station, restores it to the original baseband signal for paging the local machine, and generates sound (or vibration) and displays digital (or letters, Chinese characters) messages. The automatic paging station automatically finds the pager's phone number based on the line number of the incoming call and sends it out at the same time, so that the paged person knows which phone is paging.
BB machine-how to use
If you are looking for person A, he is not at home.
Just call the paging station.
Say A, call me back quickly or something like that.
After A sees it, he will call you back through a public phone or the like.
Zhang Wanqiu didn't recognize this thing. He thought it was like a mobile phone and could send text messages directly. He quickly looked for the mobile phone on his coat, "I saved Dr. Wei's mobile phone number."
Geng Jianghui frowned immediately: "No, this requires a paging station to send messages. Director Huo... can you look for a place where the paging station number is recorded?"
It is impossible for Wei Yuan to just give him a pager but not a paging station.
This is not like the style of a rigorous scientific research institute.
This stumped Huo Qiyong again. He didn't understand any of the terms the dean said. What was the paging station? Where could he find what number?
Huo Qiyong could only pick up the brown envelope paper again, turned it over, looked at it, and then looked inside the envelope.
Suddenly his eyes widened.
There were several numbers written in marker on the inside of the envelope. He read it several times before confirming that it was 127.
Huo Qiyong immediately told Geng Jianghui about his discovery. Geng Jianghui, who saw it through the monitor, was also very excited. He said, "Quick, try to send a message!"
In fact, the relationship between the scientific research institute and Songshan Hospital has always been delicate, and the two parties have always maintained a clear-cut state for the sake of balance.
But I can't care about that much at this time.
Huo Qiyong looked at the machine in his hand suspiciously. He could barely call it a machine. There wasn't even a letter button on it. How could he send a message?
Geng Jianghui directed at the monitor: "Use the machine next to you to dial the number on the envelope just now."
Huo Qiyong glanced at the old "walkie-talkie" next to him. There were only these two things in the envelope.
"Can the walkie-talkie make calls?" Huo Qiyong was surprised. Isn't this thing only for internal communication?
Geng Jianghui had a headache. How could he explain to the post-2000 generation around him that this was actually a product of the 1G era? He was actually older than them. He sighed and said: "That's a big deal...forget it, don't worry about it, just do as I say!"
Huo Qiyong picked up the "walkie-talkie" and pressed the three numbers 127 on it. After a burst of noise, a cold and friendly electronic voice came: "Hello, please tell me what needs to be paged."
Huo Qiyong was so excited, oh my god, he actually got through: "Hello, this is Songshan Hospital, we are in trouble..."
The electronic voice paused: "Unable to recognize, please repeat the content that needs to be paged."
"Contact the Beijing and Hong Kong Guards, come quickly!"
"Unrecognized, please repeat the content that needs to be paged."
"We need to call the police..."
"Unrecognized, please repeat the content that needs to be paged."
Huo Qiyong shouted at him for a long time, and found that the person facing him looked like a repeater, as if he was really a robot.
Geng Jianghui immediately understood that this should be the electronic paging station left by Wei Yuan. It should have activated a program such as automatic answering. Dean Geng calmed down.
Yes, how can there be a manual paging station now, and BB machines are originally unable to transmit overly complex content.
Geng Jianghui stared at the monitor with complicated eyes.
"Director Huo, do as I say."
Since the paging station can be opened, it means that Wei Yuan has made preparations for leaving this machine, but the temporary automatic paging station must not have time to perfect its functions, and it must only be able to cope with the simplest situations.
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Wei Yuan was currently in a suburban experimental field ten miles away. A temporary conference room set up by a scientific research institute had been set up here. The air in the conference room was full of tension. The senior officials were discussing the feasibility of the evacuation plan.
"The speed of 'erosion' is obviously much faster than we imagined. We must make an evacuation plan quickly. If it continues, we don't know how many people will be affected..."
"Minister Zhao, large-scale evacuation will first cause panic and riots. Beijing and Hong Kong have a population of 900,000. Our first batch of experimental evacuation plans have already encountered more difficulties than before. We all know how many riots have occurred in various neighborhoods. ?"
"Then we have to wait for more and more serious consequences to happen?..."
The senior executives were quarreling and quarreling, which made the entire conference room tense. No one could convince anyone and the result was that the quarrel continued.
A burst of clear electronic music sounded around. This sound was so discordant that it suddenly silenced all speaking voices.
"Ring ring ring ring ring..."
It rang for a while and then continued. Everyone looked at the source of the sound, Wei Yuan, who was sitting alone at the back of the conference room.
Minister Zhao hesitated: "Dr. Wei, your mobile phone?"
What a kind and distant voice, none of you here have heard it for a long time.
"Is Dr. Wei's mobile phone still working?" Someone cast an envious look.
Wei Yuan rocked his wheelchair back and apologized to everyone: "...I'm sorry."
Wei Yuan put his hand into his coat pocket and slowly took it out. Everyone stared at the small thing in Wei Yuan's hand.
This isn’t a mobile phone either?
Minister Zhao stared, his eyes seemed to fluctuate a little: "This, this is..."
Wei Yuan looked at the narrow screen of the pager, and three letters floated across it: sos.
The number showed the one he had previously sent to Songshan Hospital.
Wei Yuan's expression changed.
Then someone coughed twice and said displeasedly: "Dr. Wei, how could you bring something weird into such an important and serious meeting?"
As the "special consultant" invited by the meeting, Wei Yuan's identity is subtle and embarrassing.
On the one hand, due to his position, he is unable to intervene or make decisions, but at the same time, his research seems to be related to the survival of the entire Beijing and Hong Kong, and even everyone.
Minister Zhao and Wei Yuan happened to be sitting at the beginning and end of the meeting. Minister Zhao looked at the silent young man on the other side from a distance: "What's wrong? Is something wrong?"
Wei Yuan looked at the three big letters "sos" floating on the pager and slowly raised his head: "I'm sorry, everyone... I'm afraid something happened to Songshan Hospital."
