Defend Namsan Park

Chapter 41 I will retire after I pass the grade
After lunch, the two broke up unhappy.

Shen Jiang found a place where no one was around, angrily kicked a tree stump by the side of the road, lowered his head and cursed: "Day! I still treat you to dinner! How dare you plan on me! You bastard, take the food I bought you!" Spit it all out! Spit it out——!"

She took the old tree stump as a pokemon and scolded her head and face for five or six minutes. After calming down a little, she went straight to Old Man Ji's office in the headquarters compound.

Old man Ji was reading the newspaper at his desk, when he looked up and saw Shen Jiang pushing the door angrily, he leaned back unhurriedly, pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"That boy Shanglu..." Shen Jiang sat down on the sofa opposite the desk, and complained immediately.

"You mean about the BCI system? He notified you, right? That's just right, lest I send someone to look for you." Before the other party finished speaking, old man Ji understood what she was here for, and he put the glasses on He took it off and rubbed his eyebrows, "Very good, Shen Jiang, please cooperate, that thing is very important work."

"what?"

Shen Jiang was so angry that he was blocked back.

"The MEG-BCI system is the only non-invasive brain-computer interface that can theoretically break through the Rabin-Shang value under the current technical conditions. I've read my report, and I think it's worth a try." Old man Ji said, "Although I don't know that he suddenly brought this up because of Sazi, but you should thank him."

"I... I didn't say this."

Shen Jiang was misled by old man Ji, she pulled her hair and bared her teeth, her facial features were all wrinkled, and it took a long time to remember what she wanted to say:
"Mr. Ji, tell me the truth, what is the background of that kid?"

"What background? What background can he have? Just a technician who graduated from the Automation Institute, one of more than 110 chief engineer candidates in the 100 workshop system, the little turtle grandson of the old turtle grandson, and the favorite student 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. You asked about going to the Science City. The answer is the same. The technicians who graduated from the Chengdu Institute of Automation and supported 151, do you have any questions?"

Shen Jiang's thin eyebrows were raised high, "It's that simple?"

"You still want to listen?" Old man Ji was a little puzzled, "It's that simple...Of course, he has a little bit of talent."

Old man Ji pinched his thumb and index finger to show Shen Jiang, "Just a little bit."

"Can an ordinary technician overcome the problem of breaking through the Rabin-Shang value of the non-invasive BCI system? Mr. Ji, do you treat me like a child?" Shen Jiang's surprise was almost written on his face, "He still He asked me to reduce my daily training and spare time to cooperate with his work... The superior actually agreed!"

"This is so strange. Einstein was just a clerk at the Swiss Patent Office before he proposed the narrow phase. Who knew he could change the whole world? Phytophthora mainly studied this thing when he was in the Science City. In this respect He is a professional, and his superiors recognize his ability, so there is something wrong with it.” Old man Ji stopped entangled with Shen Jiang on this topic, then picked up the newspaper, lowered his eyes, “He won’t harm you, he will. Your superiors will not agree, so you can rest assured."

"But he's only in his early twenties?" Shen Jiang couldn't believe it, "You... how can you believe that a just fledgling..."

"Weren't you in your early twenties when you started driving giant machines?" Old man Ji squinted his eyes, "You don't have to be young to be ambitious, but you also believe in you in terms of organization."

"I...my day."

"Don't worry, he is talented." Old man Ji squeezed his thumb and index finger again, "There is a little bit of talent."

Shen Jiang retreated resentfully, she knew that she would not get any valuable information from old man Ji, and this old guy knew how to be sloppy.

Ji old man of dog days.

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After lunch, Shang Lu happily went back to the dormitory, and took out all the snacks that Shen Jiang gave him and distributed them to Chen Yu.

"I rely on the chief engineer, where did you get these things?" Chen Yu was surprised. He opened the box of chocolates. They were all brands that he had never seen before, and there were several flavors. The excrement is still silky, which is called a golden wine that kills Wuliangye with a soft mouth.

"Sent by Shen Jiang."

"Honglian's driver?" Chen Yu asked, "Did you have dinner with her at noon?"

"Leader invites you to dinner, of course I will risk my life to accompany you." Shang Lu casually unwrapped a piece of chocolate, stuffed it into his mouth and took a bite, exclaiming, "Mmm...it's delicious."

"What brand is this?" Chen Yu flattened the wrapping paper and took out his phone, "I'll see where I can buy it."

"It's specially made in a small stove, and most of them can't be bought outside." Shanglu said, "I really envy the driver of giant machinery. If it weren't for the fact that all aspects of the conditions did not meet the requirements, I would just eat it because of this, and I would also like to be a driver. member."

"Be careful if you die, you will eat it if you die."

"Eat it before boarding the plane." Shanglu was very witty.

"Only in this kind of time, do I feel that life is meaningful." Chen Yu lay on his bed sprawled, and covered his face with a copy of Yu Hua's "Living", "You said that people live hard What is the purpose of being in this world? It is for the short, elusive, and fleeting beautiful moments in life. There are 60 years in a human life, a total of 890 days, and all the happy moments in life may not add up. When it reaches one day, all the remaining days are depressed, tormented, and painful, and we survived the long [-] nine days just for the joy and beauty of that day."

"You're right." Shanglu said.

"Hey, little chief engineer, do you think Yu Hua who wrote "To Live" is still alive? If he is still alive, what is he living on now?" Chen Yu suddenly turned the book over and asked.

"Alive, they are living well." Shanglu replied, "I saw them in Science City a few years ago, and they are now war reporters, news editors, and popular talk show performers in the Political Department's Art Troupe."

"They?" Chen Yu was taken aback, "Who else?"

"There is also Mo Yan." Shang Lu grabbed a handful of snacks and stuffed them into his pocket, got up and went out, "I'll send some to the sales manager."

The sales chief is still tossing the engine in his garage.

Phytophthora bent down and slipped in from under the half-opened shutter door. Incandescent lights hung in the messy garage, and the air was filled with a heavy burnt smell—the workshop of the sales manager always smelled of something burnt. Standing in the smoke was a tall man with an inch head 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. Shang Lu knocked on the shutter door and shouted: "Business manager!"

The sales manager turned his head and wiped his face with a towel, "Ah, the chief engineer is back, aren't you on duty today?"

"I brought you some food." Pokemon poured the chocolate in his pocket on the cabinet, and glanced at the turbojet engine under the feet of the sales manager Geng Sanqi. It was burnt black, and the metal in the combustion chamber A big hole opened out of the shell like a flower, "Is this... exploded?"

"The fan blades are flying...the particle size and purity of the pulverized coal are not enough, there are too many impurities, and the wall is serious, and the fan blades of the first-stage turbine can be blocked tightly." The sales manager scratched his head, "It's difficult to deal with. Oh, technical issues are hard to deal with."

"Yes, technical problems are difficult to deal with." Shanglu nodded, and he felt the same way.

"Did you run into any problems?" Geng Sanqi turned around and pulled the shutter door up forcefully to let the sunlight in, then pulled two small chairs, one for each person, and took them out from nowhere Two bottles of mineral water, one bottle per person.

"The problem with the BCI system." Phytolaca sat down on the chair, unscrewed the mineral water bottle and took a sip.

"BCI... is the neural connection system used in that giant machine, right? Brain-computer interface, right?"

Shanglu nodded.

"These things are too complicated and sophisticated. I can't do it. It gives me a headache just thinking about it." The business manager raised his neck and gulped down a big mouthful of water, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with the set you're using now? used?"

"It can be used, but it consumes the driver." Shanglu explained, "I'm going to start all over again and use another technical route to save the driver's life."

"Fuck it, it's a great achievement, Mr. Boss." The sales manager said, "The Military Commission can't award you a personal first-class merit?"

"But I have failed for many years." Shang Lu smiled bitterly.

"I have also failed for many years." The sales manager kicked the turbojet engine that was blown up and scrapped on the ground, "Let me tell you, I am not even a professional in aeroengines. The old navy, serving in the North Sea Fleet, on the 110 ship, didn't know anything about engines at first, but after so many years, he also got confused."

"Awesome." Shang Lu said.

"Time overcomes all problems," said the chief sales officer. "We often say that problems will be solved sooner or later. The key is sooner or later—you see, at best, it will be later."

Time overcomes all difficulties, of course Shanglu knew it was right.

But compared to all resources such as oil, coal, metal minerals, and even electricity, what humans lack most is time.

(End of this chapter)