After lunch, the two parted unhappy.
Shen Jiang found a place where there was no one around, angrily kicked a tree stump on the side of the road with his feet, lowered his head and cursed angrily: "Damn! It's a shame that I treat you to a meal! You actually plotted against me! You bastard, you gave me what I treated you to eat." Spit it all out! Spit it out——!"
She treated the old tree stump like a pokeweed and scolded him for five or six minutes. She calmed down a little and then went straight to Old Man Ji's office in the headquarters compound.
Old Man Ji was reading a newspaper at his desk. He raised his head and saw Shen Jiang angrily pushing the door open. He leaned back slowly, raised the glasses on his nose, and asked, "What's wrong?"
"That boy Shangluca..." Shen Jiang sat down on the sofa opposite the desk and complained.
"Are you talking about the BCI system? He informed you, right? That's just right, so I don't have to send someone to find you." Before the other party could finish speaking, Old Man Ji understood what she was here for, and he put on his glasses He took it off and rubbed his eyebrows, "Very good. Shen Jiang, please cooperate. That thing is a very important job."
"ha?"
Shen Jiang was choked back with anger.
"The MEG-BCI system is the only non-invasive brain-computer interface that can theoretically break through the Rabin-Shang value under current technical conditions. If it is successful, it can completely get rid of the current predicament you are facing, Phytolactin submitted to I read my report and I think it's worth a try." Old Man Ji said, "Although I don't know that he suddenly mentioned this because of Sazi, you should thank him."
"I...I didn't come here to talk about this."
Shen Jiang was led astray by Old Man Ji. She pulled her hair and bared her teeth. Her face was wrinkled. It took her a long time to remember what she wanted to say:
"Mr. Ji, tell me the truth, what is that kid's background?"
"What background? What background can he have? He is a technician who graduated from the Automation Institute, one of more than a hundred candidates for the chief engineer in the 110 workshop system, the grandson of the old turtle, the proud disciple of my old friend ." Old Man Ji was very frank, "What's wrong? Are you interested in him?"
"I want to hear the truth."
"That's the truth. This is the same answer you asked about going to Science City. Technicians who graduated from the Chengdu Institute of Automation Support 151 have a problem with cheating?"
Shen Jiang's thin eyebrows were raised high, "Is it that simple?"
"What else do you want to hear?" Old Man Ji was a little puzzled, "It's that simple... Of course, he has a little talent."
Old Man Ji pinched his thumb and index finger and showed it to Shen Jiang, "Just a little bit."
"Can an ordinary technician overcome the problem of non-invasive BCI system breaking through the Rabin-Shang value? Mr. Ji, do you treat me like a child?" Shen Jiang's surprise was almost written on his face, "He also Asked me to cut down on my daily training and free up time to cooperate with his work... The boss actually agreed!"
"It's strange that this is ridiculous. Before Einstein proposed the narrow phase, he was just a clerk at the Swiss Patent Office. Who knew he could change the whole world? Phytolacca mainly studied this thing when he was in the Science City. In this regard He is a professional, and the superiors recognize his ability. This is a mistake." Old Man Ji no longer struggled with Shen Jiang on this topic. He then picked up the newspaper and lowered his gaze, "He will not harm you, he will harm you. Even your superiors won’t agree, so don’t worry.”
"But he is only in his early twenties?" Shen Jiang was in disbelief, "You...how can you believe a person who has just started his career..."
"Weren't you in your early twenties when you started driving giant weapons?" Old Man Ji cast a sidelong glance, "You are not as young as you are ambitious, and the organization also believes in you."
"I...my day."
"Don't worry, he is talented." Old Man Ji pinched his thumb and index finger again, "He has a little bit of talent."
Shen Jiang retreated angrily. She knew that she would not be able to get any valuable information from Old Man Ji. This old guy knew how to play tricks on others.
The bastard old man Ji.
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After lunch, Shanglu happily returned to the dormitory, took out all the snacks Shen Jiang gave him and gave them to Chen Yu.
"Damn it, my little chief engineer, where did you get these things?" Chen Yu was surprised. He opened the box of chocolates, and found that they were all brands he had never seen before, and there were several flavors. Taking a bite was better than stabbing the chocolate and pulling it out again. Shit is still silky smooth, it is a golden wine that is soft in the mouth and can kill Wuliangye instantly.
"Sent from Shen Jiang."
"Honglian's pilot?" Chen Yu asked, "Did you have dinner with her at noon?"
"The leader invites you to dinner. Of course I will sacrifice my life to accompany you." Shanglu casually opened the wrapping paper of a piece of chocolate, stuffed it into his mouth, took a bite, and exclaimed, "Hmm... it's so delicious."
"What brand is this?" Chen Yu spread out the wrapping paper and took out his mobile phone, "Let me see where I can buy it."
"Most of the things that are specially provided in small kitchens are not available outside." Shanglu said, "I really envy the pilots of giant weapons. If all the conditions were not in line with the requirements, I would also want to be a driver just because of this food." member."
"Be careful whether you take your life or not."
"Eat before getting on the plane." Phytolacca was very smart.
"Only at this time do I feel that life is meaningful." Chen Yu fell sprawled on his bed and covered his face with a copy of Yu Hua's "Living", "You said that people live hard. What are you doing in this world? Just for the short, elusive and fleeting beautiful moments in life. A person's life span is sixty years, a total of 21,900 days. All the happy moments in life can be added together. In less than one day, all the remaining days are depressing, tormenting, and painful, and we survived those long 21,899 days just for the joy and beauty of that day."
"You're right," said Phytolacca.
"Hey, little chief engineer, do you think Yu Hua, who wrote "Alive", is still alive? If he is still alive, what does he rely on to survive now?" Chen Yu suddenly turned the book over and asked.
"Alive, they are living well." Shanglue replied, "I met them in the Science City a few years ago. They are now war reporters, news editors and popular talk show actors in the Political Department Art Troupe."
"Them?" Chen Yu was stunned, "Who else is there?"
"And Mo Yan." Shanglu grabbed a handful of snacks and stuffed them into his pocket, stood up and went out, "I'll send some to the sales manager."
The sales manager is still in his garage chugging the engine.
Phytolacca bent down and got in under the half-open rolling shutter door. There was an incandescent lamp hanging in the messy garage, and the air was filled with a heavy smell of burning. The sales manager's workshop was always filled with the smell of something burning. Standing in the smoke was a short-haired man in a white vest, with his back to the door and his hands on his hips. He was covered in hard lumps and had a sweaty yellow towel around his neck. Phytolacca knocked on the rolling shutter door and shouted: "Sales manager!"
The sales manager turned around and wiped his face with a towel, "Ah, the little chief engineer is back. Isn't he on duty today?"
"I brought you some food." Phytolacca poured the chocolates in his pocket on the cabinet and glanced at the turbojet engine at the feet of the sales manager Geng Sanqi. The thing was burning black, and the metal in the combustion chamber A big hole bloomed out of the shell like a flower, "Is this...exploded?"
"The fan blade flew off... The particle size and purity of the pulverized coal are not enough, there are too many impurities, and the wall is seriously stuck. The first-stage turbine fan blade is even blocked." The sales manager scratched his head, "It's difficult to do. Oh, technical issues are difficult to deal with.”
"Yes, technical problems are difficult to solve." Phytolacca nodded, and he felt the same way.
"Did you run into any problems?" Geng Sanqi turned around and pulled the rolling shutter door hard to let in the sunshine from outside. Then he pulled out two small chairs, one for each person, and took them out from no where. Two bottles of mineral water, one for each person.
"Problems with the BCI system." Phytolacca sat down on the chair, unscrewed the mineral water bottle and took a sip.
"BCI...is the neural connection system used on that giant machine, right? Brain-computer interface, right?"
Phytolacca nodded.
"These things are too complicated and sophisticated. I can't do them. It gives me a headache just thinking about it." The sales manager raised his neck and took a sip of water. "What? Is there something wrong with the one I'm using now? It can't be done." used?"
"It can be used, but it will cost the driver." Phytolacca explained, "I am going to start over again and use another technical route to save the driver's life."
"Okay, it's a great achievement." The sales manager said, "Can't the Military Commission award you a first-class personal merit?"
"But I have failed for many years." Shanglu smiled bitterly.
"I have failed for many years." The sales manager kicked the turbojet engine that was blown to pieces on the ground. "Let me tell you, I am not even a professional in aerospace engines. Before the angel came, I was a I am an old Navy veteran who served in the North Sea Fleet on the 110th ship. I didn’t know anything about engines at first, but after so many years, I have learned a lot about it.”
“Awesome,” Phytophaga said.
"Time can overcome all difficulties." said the sales manager. "We often say that problems will be solved sooner or later. The key is sooner or later - you see, the worst is just a little later."
Time overcomes all difficulties, and Phytolacca certainly knows this to be true.
But compared to all resources such as oil, coal, metal minerals and even electricity, perhaps what humans lack most is time.
