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    Today is December 10th.

    Remember the date and time clearly, this is a good habit left by the teacher, Ban Xia has persisted in it until now, even Bai Yang is surprised that she still maintains such a self-discipline and strict habit when she lives alone, Bai Yang does not understand the last person in the world  What is the point of people recording the date, but the teacher said that time belongs to the universe, but the day belongs to oneself.

    The teacher made a lot of calendars, and these calendars were engraved on the walls, floors, and pillars. She made the calendar 2050 in the Western calendar.  Xia cut it into thin slices. She is also a master noodle chef in Henan.

    The main board is still hanging on the wall, followed by colorful and complex cables. It is really difficult to upgrade the signal modulation method. Now Pinellia can not be regarded as a complete novice. After such a long period of training and practical operation, she can also understand a little  Some superficial concepts, but the debugging of psk is many times more difficult than afsk.

    When she was resting, she made faces at the camera.

    Hikvision's uvc camera paired with the old Philips crt display has a terrible imaging effect, not to mention the low image quality, and there is a delay. Banxia thought that when the data transmission system was successfully built, what kind of way should she appear on the stage?

    Waving?

    Bow?

    Forget it, let me give you a flip.

    Pinellia is waiting.

    Zhao Bowen is also waiting.

    There are thousands of threads, all collected in the headquarters.

    This will be a huge plan, and no one can see its whole picture except Lao Zhao himself. Bai Zhen and Wang Ning are sitting on the sofa sorting out the materials, and when they look up, they can see Lao Zhao standing in front of the map of Nanjing again.  Comparing with a compass and a pencil in his hand, he drew a circle at the junction of Qinhuai District and Xuanwu District, frowned and stared at it for a while, then erased it with an eraser, and drew a smaller one.

    Bai Zhen and Wang Ning were very dissatisfied with his mysterious behavior.

    "Don't ask if you shouldn't ask." Zhao Bowen said so.

    "Then what are we doing now?" Wang Ning asked, "I haven't seen any progress for several days, Lao Zhao, the time on both sides is consumed synchronously, our side spends a day, and her side also spends a day, we have no  Waste of time."

    "Is there enough food in her hand?" Bai Zhen asked, "Is there any water?"

    "I know."

    Zhao Bowen was a little irritable, dropped the compass and pencil in his hand and went out to smoke.

    The four mobile phones were still placed on the coffee table without any movement.

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    Zhao Bowen ran downstairs, sat at the door of the unit and smoked sullenly.

    Cursing inwardly while smoking.

    Scolding Bai Zhen, scolding Wang Ning, scolding the computer team, scolding the aerospace team, scolding the engineering team, scolding everyone, it has been so many hours, and there is no good news at all.  The iron hand is coming, silly children, run away¡ª¡ª!".

    "Run, run, the whole world is over, where can you go."

    Zhao Bowen looked into the distance, badly imagining what it would be like when the end of the world came, whether big eyes would eat the old lady walking the dog opposite, and vented a little bit of negative emotions on the dark side of psychology.  When he was depressed, he would smoke. He smoked alone, and the more he smoked, the more depressed he became.

    ? Li Bai said that if you draw a knife to cut off the water, the water will flow more, and if you raise a glass to relieve your worries, you will be even more worried. Zhao Bowen is not so educated, he said fuck it, fuck it.

    Lao Zhao took out his mobile phone from his butt pocket, opened WeChat and wanted to send a long note to swear at people, but he couldn't find a suitable person after searching in the address book, and he couldn't find anyone to swear at, which made him feel angry  , So Zhao Bowen thought of a way, he posted on the Weibo post bar Douyin Kuaishou, looking for some mentally handicapped posts to talk to the host.

    ?Some posts are IQ depressions, where a large number of folk science, conspiracy theorists, and fish who slipped through the nine-year compulsory education were gathered. Zhao Bowen was full of ambition before entering, thinking that he was an associate professor of Nantah University and the top of the intellectual pyramid of the whole society. Wouldn¡¯t it be a blow to them?  This is not random killing?

    As a result, Zhao Bowen was killed to the point of abandoning his helmet and armor, and ran away with his head in his arms. At first, he held a little bit of reserve as a senior intellectual and tried to persuade the other party with logic and common sense, but he soon realized that the other party was illogical.  When the blog post tried its best to explain who Braun is and what is the lunar orbital docking method, the other party would only type wildly. You admit that the United States landed on the moon and you are a dog traitor.

    It doesn't make sense to say it, and it doesn't make sense to scold it.

    Lao Zhao is very frustrated, frustrated that so many people are unreasonable, and even more frustrated that he can't even win others, thinking that such a world is not good.?Destroyed the counting ball.

    But thinking back, he shouldn't have reasoned with people online. He should have said that your 18-generation family's academic qualifications combined are not as high as mine. If you scold them, you will be blackmailed. If you quarrel online, you will end up with the whole family and the same goal.  Ancestors, if they had known this before, it would be better to amplify their moves from the beginning.

    After finishing his cigarette, Lao Zhao threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out with his feet. It was quite harsh, as if he was crushing the person who had just scolded on the Internet under his feet.  Go back to work.

    As the headquarters, Zhao Bowen and others are coordinating the entire plan, and they are directly responsible to the higher level. This is a crucial node, linking the past and the future, but this is how to do the overall planning work. In the eyes of the people below, the headquarters is the evil Party A  , It¡¯s a layman commanding an expert, and it¡¯s a collection of bureaucracy, but in the eyes of the headquarters¡ªhis grandma¡¯s, double-sided, up and down pressure, the responsibility belongs to oneself, and the credit belongs to others.

    If I screw it up, I have to take full responsibility, but if I screw it up, I am a wise leader. If it wasn't for the seriousness of the matter, and thousands of lives are at stake, he, Zhao, really wants to quit. He is rare in physics and has thick black hair.  , can't be ruined like this, whoever loves will come.

    Zhao Bowen sighed, damn it, why am I so responsible?

    This damn responsibility is rooted in the bottom of my heart.

    Confucian is all to blame. His old man said that self-cultivation, family governance, and world peace cannot be shaken for two thousand years. As a result, Zhao Bowen couldn't even find a reason to escape.

    Go upstairs, go upstairs and call again, remind the engineering team, remind the aerospace team, remind the astronomy team, he needs that remote sensing satellite, no matter what method is used, the aerospace team must send the remote sensing satellite to twenty years later  , Zhao Bowen knew it was difficult, but if it wasn't a problem, there was no need to call up those elites. Remote sensing satellites are too important, and they are blind without eyes, but eyes alone are not enough. Thinking of this, Zhao Bowen's heart sank slowly again.

    He has been waiting for news.

    Zhao Bowen took out his phone and looked at it again. This was an unconscious action, and he didn't know what he wanted to see, maybe it was time, maybe it was WeChat.

    The phone trembled slightly.

    A text message came, and Zhao Bowen hoped it was good news. Any message he received on his mobile phone in the past two days would make him feel uneasy. The last time this feeling happened was when he was checking the results after the college entrance examination. He closed his eyes,  Then slowly open your eyes like a lottery draw.

    But these days, only operators send spam messages to people all day long. Zhao Bowen probably sent them from China Telecom, just like buying a scratch-off to thank you for your patronage.

    He didn't see the familiar China Telecom, it was an unfamiliar number.

    But Zhao Bowen knew where the text message came from:

    "The meeting ceremony is over, we are engaged, Miss Qiu is about to get married. ?
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