It was almost eleven o'clock in the morning after the power system test was completed. Shen Jiang slept until Honglian returned to the 110 workshop. Shen Jiang was the one who carried her out. She was heavy with her equipment.
The base was obviously used to this. The wheeled stretcher beds were pushed onto the giant aircraft boarding bridge. Phytolacca put the sister on it, and a group of people immediately pulled her away.
Phytolacca asked someone for a dry towel to dry his body, and then put on the clothes left on the working surface. The composition of the zero-gravity buffer filled in the cockpit was unknown. It was slightly more viscous than water, and people soaked in it. The buoyancy inside is greater, and it has no taste when you lick it. It should not be poisonous either.
Phytolacca, who had finished testing, had no work for the time being. It was only his third day on the job and he had not passed his probation period. He spent three days wandering around, eating and drinking, and walking around wearing a white hat. He was not considered a formal engineer. There was no fixed position or grade. If Old Man Ji did not assign tasks, he would have no work to do. Seeing everyone around him busy, Shang Lu felt that being an idle person in the workshop was really a hindrance, so he wandered out.
Sliding out of the small passage next to the vertical transfer gate, you are greeted by the refreshing green. The high peaks of Chunling Ridge stand under the clear sky. There is the fragrance of grass and sweet-scented osmanthus in the breeze, and the ubiquitous chirping of cicadas fills the air. I was agitated. There were young soldiers standing guard at the gate nearby. There were trucks parked on the roadside in the distance. A row of people sat on the curb beside the wheels to enjoy the shade. Phytolacca found a shade tree on the roadside. He lay down on the lawn with his arms on the back of his head, pulled down his helmet, and half-covered his face.
He still doesn't know whether choosing to come to 151 is the right choice. Life is still acting like a fluffy puppy, and its fangs have not yet been exposed. There is still room for retreat. The dispatch support system has given him the opportunity to regret it. Space, as long as the one-week trial period has not ended, Phytolacca can still carry his luggage and leave - as a person who comes from an automation background, he is not worried about not being able to find a place to go. The research units behind him are short of people, but That doesn't mean it's better to go somewhere else.
Phytolacca thought that if there wasn't that devastating red line, many people would like the life here.
There are clear blue skies, soft lawns, mountains of sweet-scented osmanthus, and warm and soft breeze. No matter who you are, you will think that the breeze with the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus is the smile of the God of Destiny on you, even if she is facing A boring life that just wants to be messed up.
Why leave?
Phytolacca thought of the sleeping girl suspended in the light blue liquid. The buffer liquid would filter out other colors of light, so the sky was ubiquitous blue in the cockpit. Against that background, she seemed to be sleeping in a In the blue sea. She slept so soundly that one couldn't tell whether she was Honglian's driver or the child in Honglian's arms.
What was she dreaming about? The corners of his mouth were actually smiling.
No need to leave at all.
Just stay here.
Just stay here.
Just stay here.
Just stay here.
Before the fireworks that destroy the world rise, you definitely want to sink into the endless blue water and take a look at that quiet smile.
Suddenly something wet rubbed his fingers. Phytolacca opened his eyes and got up, and found that it was the Chinese pastoral dog raised by Mr. Ji.
"Consultant Huang!" Phytolacca grabbed its front legs and pulled it into his arms, "Where did it go?"
The yellow-haired puppy nuzzled in his arms. Old Man Ji's dog had a status second only to the Chief of Staff in the base headquarters, because it was the only one who dared to bite the Chief of Staff's trouser leg.
"Consultant Huang——" Phytolacca rubbed the dog's head vigorously, "We will have to get along for a long time from now on. What do you want to eat? Do you want to eat shit?"
Officer Huang innocently opened his dark eyes and raised his two pointed ears.
"eat?"
"Still not eating?"
Suddenly the phone in his pocket vibrated.
Phytolacca answered the phone.
The other party is Old Man Ji.
"Xi Wa'er, have you had enough fun? Come to conference room 201, I'm going to assign you a post."
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Appointment was like an interview. Several officers from the Political Department sat across the table with paper and pens on the table. They had a lengthy conversation with Shanglu with smiles on their faces, talking about family studies and personal interests. From filling in the application form to talking about work experience, only old man Ji sat on the side and urged him hard, saying that it was just a formality to pull JB down and why he was talking so much nonsense. Finally, old man Ji gave Phytoglut a big hand and assigned it to the 110th workshop of giant machinery. Manage the core maintenance work team, grade the expertise to level 11, and receive treatment according to deputy battalion positions.
Old Man Ji said that the prime minister must start from the state department, and the control core is the most important system of the giant machine. You should fix that first to lay the foundation for the overall overall work in the future.
Shang Lu's brain was dizzy. Under Old Man Ji's eloquent advice, he confirmed his intention to stay in the job in advance, signed the agreement, and ended the probation period early. Old Man Ji said that the base had a reward policy for ending the probation period early. , I will give you one more year of service.
Now that I think about it, this is really bullshit. Why did he believe this nonsense?
At 4:30 that afternoon, Phytolacca reported to the core operation office.
There is a sign of 1102 hanging on the door of the office, and there is also a mottled nameplate, "Control Core Work Office."
Shang Lu took a deep breath, a little uneasy, and knocked on the door.
"Come in!" someone said from inside the door.
Shangluca turned the door handle, and there was a "click" sound. Then he pushed slightly and the door opened.
The office is very large and bright, with a white marble floor, four fluorescent lamps hanging from the ceiling, and eight desks, which are put together four by four to form two larger desks. The desks are filled with computers, books, and telephones. As well as all kinds of sundries, there is a row of small observation windows on the opposite wall. Through the windows, you can see the cranes and cables in the 110 workshop. This office is next door to the giant weapon cave, about ten One story high location.
There were four people in the office, three men and one woman. The moment Shang Lu opened the door and came in, they suddenly clapped together vigorously.
The applause left Shangluc confused, and he subconsciously thought that he had gone to the wrong door.
This scene is similar to that of a leader's inspection. Is this a welcome to himself?
"I...I am Phytolacca. I was just assigned here today to control the core maintenance office, so I came here to report." Phytolacca glanced at the nameplate on the door to confirm that he had not entered the wrong door.
The four people in the office stood up in unison, and then lined up in a neat line in front of Phytolacca. The tallest man stood at the front, and the petite girl stood at the end of the line.
This posture frightened Phytolacca.
"Excuse me, what is this..."
The four people didn't speak, and quickly lined up in small steps like standing in a queue. The others hid behind the tall man at the front of the line, and then they... began to twist their bodies, drawing circles with their upper bodies up and down, left, and right, starting from the front of the line. Get to the end of the line and form a regular wave of people.
"Me!" The tall man in the front raised his hand to cover his face, and then slowly pulled it down, revealing a pair of sharp eyes, "Wang Xiangbing! Senior engineer of the 151st base's giant weapon control core work office, the first mechanical and electrical engineer in the entire base Expert, a twenty-year-old super electrician who can tell whether there is high-voltage electricity by just touching it, Guren’s uncle! His combat power is 18,000!"
After saying that, he turned around powerfully with at least 20 years of training as a male ballet dancer, stepped aside, and remained motionless with one hand on his face, like a statue.
The second person appeared in front of Phytolacca. This was a young man wearing glasses. He looked to be about the same age as Phytolacca. He spread his hands like a roc spreading its wings, "I, Li Wenxuan! 151 Base Giant Weapon Control Core Work Office Intermediate Engineer, the last working animal of traditional engineering in the human world, the preparatory founder of the world’s largest pig-raising group in the future, and Honglian’s cousin! With a combat power of 13,000!”
The third one is a strong but short young man with dark skin. He bends his forearms and bulges his biceps. "I, Zhang Zhong! A mid-level engineer in the 151 Base Giant Mechanical Control Center Work Office, a preliminary candidate for the Pritzker Prize." He is the holder of the second construction, the king of the construction site, and Honglian’s cousin! He has a combat power of eight thousand!"
The last person is a young girl with short black hair and a petite figure. "I, Bai Shu! A mid-level engineer in the 151 base giant weapon control core work office, a reserve translator for the Ministry of Foreign Affairs who knows three foreign languages: Henan, Northeastern and Chongqing dialect, Honglian's aunt Cousin! The combat power is eight thousand!"
In the end, this magical combination stood in the office in four different postures and shouted in unison: "We are the 151 idle fishing special team! Who are you from Honglian?"
Phytolacca's mind twitched.
"I...I am Guren's grandfather."
