"The equipment has been debugged and the meeting will begin soon. Please take a seat."
News came from the stage that the meeting could proceed. There was a gray-haired old man on the rostrum who gave up the main seat to Cha Feng, while he sat in the side corner holding his laptop.
From the direction of Lang Hua, you can see that there are many lines connected to the back of his computer, thick and thin, red and blue. They are connected to a black box converter at the foot of the wall and connected upwards, all the way to the projector on the ceiling of the auditorium. go.
Seeing this man's appearance and attire, a name popped into Lang Hua's mind - Ding Chuanyi.
If Lang Hua guessed correctly, this old man with white hair and beard should be surnamed Ding. His identity was the person in charge of network security of the Chinese government at that time. After the new Cold War, he stayed at the East Asia Headquarters of the United Government's Network Information Department. If not for the sudden disaster, this gray-haired old man would have completely retired next year.
The old version of the video conferencing system launched by the coalition government in Qinchuan today is called "R-turbomeeting", or "R" conference for short. It was officially designed and built by China at the end of the new Cold War. Of the five people in charge of this national project back then, Ding Chuanyi should be the only one left with great achievements.
In his previous life, Lang Hua had read Mr. Ding’s information. I know that at that time, he was leading a dozen doctoral students in the research group, mainly working on the optimization algorithm in this transmission system. At that time, the network delay of mainstream international communications was 1 to 3 seconds, but Ding Lao's original compression algorithm reduced it to less than 3 milliseconds, which was a complete victory.
After the establishment of the coalition government, this advanced technology, which seemed powerful at the time, was promoted to major administrative regions around the world and became the standard software for official meetings.
It was not until the mid-23rd century before the disaster that the update and iteration speed of the "R" conference system gradually slowed down, and it could no longer meet the diverse needs of network transmission in most cases.
Moreover, that period coincided with the rise of commercial networks. For the sake of convenience, the Federal Parliament outsourced many technical tasks. The "R" meeting was sealed away and no longer updated, becoming an antique-level existence. In recent years, young people studying communication and transmission majors can basically see the system principles of the "R" conference in textbooks, but only a few people in the entire international region have actually operated it.
After thinking about it, I heard Cha Feng ask from the podium.
"Is it okay, Mr. Ding?"
"This is the old equipment from the beginning of the century, and its performance is still intact. Give it a try. If the terminal is disconnected, I will troubleshoot the fault point."
"Okay, thank you for your hard work." Zhu Feng nodded.
"It should, it should." The old man surnamed Ding waved his hand and continued typing codes on the keyboard. He seemed to be concentrating, with his upper body leaning forward and his hands moving so fast that he almost pressed his face against the screen.
The screen projection started soon. Only the figure of Chu Feng sitting upright appeared in the square screen belonging to the Qinchuan Base. The other nine-square grid-like square screens were still black at this time.
Everyone present knows that those pictures represent super bases on other continents. Cities such as Washington, San Francisco, Rio, Canberra, Cairo, London, Berlin, etc. are all representative forces in their respective nearby urban agglomerations. The disaster has just occurred. He was on the list of the coalition government at that time.
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After entering the first year of the apocalypse, these places generally have a large surviving population, sufficient resources, an industrial base and a certain strength to fight against the zombie tide. They also have the video conferencing system of the coalition government before the disaster. In total, their communication level was one level higher than that of Qinchuan, Nan Qi and others, and they usually communicated directly with Chu Feng, who was the Secretary-General of the coalition government at the time.
People waited patiently for the pictures to appear. At first, some pictures suddenly jumped, then snowflakes appeared, and then one or two blurry figures appeared. But some scenes will not light up, like Canberra, which has fallen to the corpse tide and fire...
And if there is any screen that still cannot light up, I'm afraid the situation there is not very optimistic.
In a state of solemnity, the entire auditorium was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Suddenly, a voice came from the loudspeaker.
"斳...斳Xian...zizizi..."
"Beautiful...battle...report, can..."
"Open...Cairo..."
"Ding Lao?" Zhu Feng looked at the flashing screen and frowned.
"Hmm...Secretary-General, wait a minute, some audio and video are out of sync. There is also packet loss in the audio stream. I will try to use remote control to change their addresses. If that doesn't work, I can only change the mode, turn off the interactive conference, and switch to open Seminar.”
"In the seminar, doesn't it mean that I am the only one who can speak?"
"Well, that's the theory. But please wait patiently, Secretary-General. This system has been offline for many years and does not match the current mainstream transmission protocols. Once the fault point occurs at the aggregation layer of the network, it is prone to large-scale disconnections. .”
"please."
"Hmm... add a little more redundancy for image quality degradation, and turn off some additional functions. Desktop sharing is not needed, so turn it off. True color mode, turn it off. Remote access, turn it off... No, no, no, you have to keep this. "
People in the audience were talking a lot, especially some young faces, who were obviously impatient. But in the back row, Lang Hua was eating melon seeds and fruits leisurely, as if he was not worried at all that the video connection would fail, causing the entire meeting to come to a standstill.
Lang Hua's confidence is naturally justified. "It can be known for five hundred years before and after" Lang Hua did not dare to say, but he could still not understand the well-known things in his previous life?
The issue of poor network communication after the black fog broke out was an issue in the Science League in the previous life.
It is said that under the spore black fog ecosystem that pervades the world, the transmission efficiency of the original streaming media server will continue to decrease, and any slightest network delay will be infinitely amplified. However, those commercial products on the market that are sold in bulk and only pursue speed will soon become completely ineffective under the influence of black mist.
Thirteen years ago in the previous life, only the old-fashioned platform using VC encoding that Nian Dinglao was researching at that time was available.
Because of its rich data structure and strong stability, its data processing capabilities are excellent even in dark fog environments. The "R" conference was reactivated at such a critical historical moment. It was not until later that the "two-way communication theory between mother and child machine" came into being, and the "R" meeting...
"Pah." A crisp slap interrupted Lang Hua's memories of shaking his head.
"Ouch."
Lang Hua turned around and saw that it was Chen Biantao who had hit him.
"You brat, your grandma is so laid-back. When I serve you delicious food, you don't know how to be polite."
Lang Hua held his head and watched helplessly as the other party grabbed a lot of melon seeds and preserved fruits from his fruit plate, but he did not dare to resist.
He had no choice but to follow Chen Biantao's example, taking out a handful of melon seeds from Yang Zhenghua's table and putting them on his plate without blushing or heartbeat.
While putting it on, Lang Hua yelled: "This is just for people to eat if it is placed on the table. Why don't we allow others to show off and let us, a small family, take advantage of it?"
Seeing that Chen Biantao was going to blow his beard and get angry again, Lang Hua shrank his head and decided to be a quiet hamster.
He cursed: "Damn it, only the state officials are allowed to set fires, but the people are not allowed to light lamps." How come this appearance and temper are so familiar to each other?
Finally, he figured it out. Isn't this the usual style of Dean Chen Xinyan? It's true that the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. Damn it, I think that my dignified Captain Lang Hua, the city lord of Langya City in Fengwei Mountain in Yushu Linfeng, uh... deputy, has been controlled by their father and daughter in these two lives.
Why? Why! I'm not willing to give in, I'm not convinced!
"What do young people eat? When you are hungry, just wait for dinner and eat more. It is true that today's young people have no idea of respecting the elderly and caring for the young."
I saw Chen Biantao wiping his mouth and muttering as he took away the plate of tangerines in front of him. Lang Hua's eyes almost fell down.
It is right to respect the old and love the young, but the problem is that you, the "old", are stronger than the young people like me? Do you need my respect? What's the matter? The older you get, the more relaxed you become, right?
With no tears left, Lang Hua chose to accept his fate. Lin Qian, who was sitting behind, covered her mouth and snickered when she saw this. Hai Ping, who always had a stern look on his face,
There was also some muscle twitching. As for Yang Zhenghua, who was demolished the Western Wall, he smiled bitterly and pushed the fruit plate in front of him to Lang Hua.
"Well, it's okay to be surprised. It's not surprising to see everyone come here. Ahem..."
After hearing this, it seems that the old officer has some past events. He made up his mind to pry out some useful information against the Chen family and his daughter from Yang Zhenghua's mouth.
Just when Lang Hua was eating plates of food to vent his anger out of gossip, the first complete square picture appeared on the screen. Look at the white turban and the loose white robe, it looks like they are from a certain force in the Middle East.
Lang Hua pouted at the bearded man in a turban and said, "Tsk, you rich man."
Rich people, no matter what era they are in, the things they use must always be of higher quality, I understand.
Immediately afterwards, more and more pictures appeared on the screen, but most of them were not of East Asian ethnicity.
"Bah, American capitalist."
"Oh, Anglo robber."
"Hey, isn't this Ah San?"
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"Snapped!"
Just when Lang Hua was spitting out melon seed peels and making complaints. He was greeted with another slap to the forehead.
No need to look, it’s Chen Biantao again. This old boy...oh no...this old comrade, didn't he agree to respect the old and love the young? What about Aiyou? Throwing you into the Pacific Ocean?
"Be quiet, don't bring me along with you to embarrass yourself." Chen Biantao said, hating the irony of iron. "Damn, do you understand etiquette? I really don't know how Yan'er fell in love with a bastard like you."
"ha?"
Etc., etc! Lang Hua shouted in his heart. Is there any misunderstanding here? Are you trying to train me as your son-in-law?
Does she like me? Don't be kidding! We are both innocent! Can I quickly ask Chen Xinyan to write you a letter explaining it clearly?
I didn't detain her, and I didn't deceive her. To put it bluntly, she insists on staying with me and not leaving!
At most, she is staying at my place and working. Do you understand that she is working part-time?
God, I'm a little confused right now. Isn't this the case that you and your daughter are working together to cheat and not pay the rent?
No, no, if that woman was involved, she would definitely "please" me with a knife to waive her rent. How could it be so troublesome?
Lang Hua shouted hysterically in his heart.
Besides, why is there such a strange misunderstanding? Why do you all think that anyone would like that vicious-tongued iceberg girl who mocks others 24 hours a day?
Uh, that's not right either.
Lang Hua's face twitched and he thought: It seems that someone really likes her.
Zhang Cheng, Zhang Cheng, I will block the gun for you this time. When I go back, you will repay me even though you have been a cow and a horse all your life...
Calculating, Qin Chuan has been slapped several times in the past two days. Isn't this bad luck?
If you had known why I came to sit here with you, why should I rush to scold you?
There were so many things at once that Lang Hua didn’t know where to start.
Just when Lang Hua thought he was crying without tears, others thought he was silently admitting it.
Chen Jiayi, who was sitting in the front row, suddenly turned around and shouted in a low voice: "Okay, you bastard. If you refused to admit it yesterday, I knew you were a pervert and had a plan for my eldest sister!"
She had been eavesdropping just now, and now she thought she had heard a big news. She was so excited and indignant that she was drooling, and she couldn't care less about her image as a lady.
And Lang Hua was so angry that he looked at the little girl with her teeth and claws arrogant and thought, "I can't bully the old guy, so I can't bully you?" He smiled sinisterly, his right hand suddenly clenched into a fist, and made an upward movement in the air.
When Chen Jiayi saw it, she hurriedly screamed and put her head in her hands to protect her witch hat, but she did not dare to expose her head outside the chair.
"Smelly Langhua..." "Little brat..."
"Um?"
Chen Biantao glared, and the two people here, one large and one small, immediately stopped talking, but turned their heads away from each other, as if ignoring each other.
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