Those who can appear in the video conference are all top powers from the major autonomous continents.
After the disaster, the black fog significantly raised the threshold for communication transmission.
Originally in the ionosphere, radio waves would propagate by means of multiple reflections that occur between the ground and the ionosphere. But now the atmosphere is filled with nanoscale spore black mist air masses, which hinders long-distance wireless communication and often fails to complete the transmission.
And as the apocalypse continues to develop in the future, the spore black mist will only become more active. Gradually, a world-class communication barrier will be formed between continents. The farther apart they are, the more difficult communication will be. There will even be regional shutdowns of global satellite communication networks.
Unless a brand new technology emerges to break this communication barrier, remote communication will become an unattainable dream.
Although offline meetings are held in Qinchuan, there will be no communication difficulties. But there will not be many forces that can participate, or that are qualified to participate. The world has changed again and again, but it is still a world where a few people determine the majority.
Most of the small and medium-sized bases located in the East Asian theater do not have the ability to span thousands of kilometers, nor do they have the conditions for remote video conferencing.
The network systems of medium and small bases generally do not have the two functions of disconnection reconnection and breakpoint resuming. Even if the communication barrier can be broken through and accessed by chance, there is no guarantee that the meeting will continue smoothly, and the actual significance of participation is of little significance.
Originally, everyone just escaped from death with a blind eye, and established a small base if they had a little bit of sight. Everyone lives together and holds together to survive, spending every day in fear.
It is not easy for people to survive in this world. Who is not completely clean during the escape? In order to reduce their burdens when escaping from the city, many people only brought some food and water, and at most some clothing to keep out the cold. As for other things that should not be eaten or drunk, who cares so much about them.
In fact, in just a few months in the early years of the disaster, the vast majority of survivors died on the way to escape.
In the city after the disaster, the number of black corpses is much greater than that of living people. Many people were lucky enough to escape the attack by the black corpses, but they did not escape the severe cold and hunger that followed. In the end, only a few lucky ones managed to escape from the city and went to various shelters on the outskirts of the city.
At the end of the first year of the disaster, when everyone settled down, they realized that they needed to re-establish the communication network and get in touch with the people above.
Just like the airdrops of supplies that once appeared across the city, if the specific location of the shelter cannot be provided, material support from the coalition government cannot be obtained. But it is not easy to rebuild the communication network for a small base with only a few thousand people.
"The Point Guard Is Here"
At this time, people either lack equipment, materials, or technology. Because I know skills
The small group of people who used the technique could not escape alive at all.
People who are alive do not necessarily live forever. Faced with the ubiquitous threat of death, ordinary people are still struggling with food and clothing. After today, there is no tomorrow. After one meal, there is no next meal. Every night, they pray for the next tragic death. Don't be yourself.
As for the small leaders with slightly stronger force, they only think about improving or preserving their strength every day, and do not have the energy and strength to rebuild communications.
After all, if you want to build a communication transmission terminal, you need too many things. Hosts, storage, networks, and software are all essential, and they can only be found in urban areas.
But the endless hordes of corpses are a nightmare for most people who survive. How can people muster the courage to go back to the city to find things that are not suitable for food or drink?
…
The meeting linking theaters around the world lasted until eleven o'clock in the morning, and then it was time for lunch. Many people yawned and scattered. Occasionally they saw someone they knew, and they walked out the door chatting together.
During the boring discussion all morning, many young people in the venue were the first to fall asleep.
Lang Hua was sitting in the back row and could see clearly that within two hours of the meeting, the young boy from the Kong family was lying on the table and never got up.
The hairpin the young man used to tie his hair rose and fell with his breathing. He must have had a peaceful dream. Near the end of the meeting, he was noticed by the middle-aged man next to him, and then he was kicked awake by the angry man.
There were two people, an old man and a young man. The old man was angry and the young man was silent. Seeing that Kong Fan, the unparalleled "little bully" in later generations, was scolded in front of his parents, Lang Hua burst out laughing for some reason.
Smiling and laughing, a slow question rang in his ears. The voice was as breathless as if it came from Lang Hua's head.
"Isn't it interesting?"
"Interesting, interesting." Lang Hua responded subconsciously.
"Are you happy to gloat?"
"Yeah, happy."
"Building your happiness on the pain of others, do you think you are a scumbag?"
"Yeah, it's a human being..."
Before the word "scum" could be said, Lang Hua came to his senses and hurriedly stopped. When he turned around, he found a little girl looking at him sideways. When the other party saw him turning around, he hurriedly stepped back and distanced himself, with an expression of indescribable disgust.
"Chen Jiayi, who are you?"
"Hi, scumbag Lang Hua~" Chen Jiayi said coolly, and those who didn't know thought she was calling her "good brother".
Lang Hua bared his teeth and replied: "You little brat, your skin is itchy, right?"
"I
Bah, you’re still talking about me. Chen Jiayi crossed her arms and commented for a while, "Look at how stupid you are. You look stupid and your brain is stupid. Please don't disgrace my eldest sister, okay?" "
What are you doing? Why are you involved with Chen Xinyan again?
No, that's not the point. The point is, how can I, a good young man with all-round development of moral, intellectual, physical, artistic and physical skills, be looked down upon by a little girl?
Lang Hua suddenly became serious.
His expression was serious and he spoke with certainty: "Didn't you laugh just now? I saw it all."
In fact, Lang Hua made it up. But unexpectedly, Chen Jiayi's expression was very exciting. It took a few seconds to go from stunned to confused to barely calm.
That's it, that's easy to handle. Lang Hua thought.
"I'm not, I didn't." Chen Jiayi denied flatly, "You are not allowed to slander this lady's innocence."
"I took pictures. Really." Lang Hua stretched out his face, looking innocent.
"Ah?" Chen Jiayi said in a panic, "Never mind it, I don't care about you anymore. Brother Tieyi, let's go. Why are you watching a show here with this idiot like him?"
"Oh, that's the head of the Kong Lianyi family. The Kong family is full of Confucianism, and the head of the Kong family is famous for his gentle temperament, but he can also curse others."
Chen Tieyi was amazed when he passed by Lang Hua, which solved Lang Hua's confusion.
"It turns out he is Kong Lianyi." Lang Hua looked at the man in robes and frowned.
In my mind, his end was not a good one.
…
In fact, Lang Hua felt a little strange when he received the invitation.
In his impression, the first global conference was not held in Qinchuan.
Although I don’t know what the content of the invitation was like at that time, Lang Hua had read the information in his previous life and vaguely remembered that the meeting location recorded in it should be the Daxing base in the capital.
The reason for the change from "Beijing Daxing Base" to "Gan Province Qinchuan Base" should not be the Qin family's fault. Because since the last Daxing meeting, the coalition government has become mute to the outside world. It is obvious that what happened behind closed doors.
If it hadn't been for the fact that the Secretariat had been passing out regular instructions from time to time to guide local disaster relief and rescue operations, Lang Hua would have almost thought that the Star Thieves' plan was ahead of schedule and that they had already killed all the top officials and think tanks of the coalition government.
And thinking about the committee member who activated the nuclear bomb without authorization and was imprisoned, I wonder who his forces will give it to easily.
"Let's go, Stinky Langhua. If you don't want to eat, don't stand here blocking the road."
After thinking about it, Lang Hua was pushed from behind and walked out of the door.
The sunlight instantly penetrated into his eyes, and at this moment, both in his mind and in his field of vision, there was only a vast expanse of white.
