Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

The night shrouded, a bar not far from the expert village of Tianwan Nuclear Power Station. The swaying lights were mixed with heavy metal music and the smell of beer foam.

As the largest technical and economic cooperation project between China and Russia so far, in addition to China's own engineers, the Tianwan Nuclear Power Station also houses many nuclear power experts from Russia.

At this time, these foreign employees will come here to relax.

In contrast, the Chinese themselves rarely visit here.

Sitting at the bar, Georgi drank slightly, sipping his glass and chatting with his colleagues.

"What the **** are the Chinese people doing?"

Since the troops went to this area and blocked the preparation site for the third phase of the project, the area separated by a few kilometers from them seems to have disappeared from the map, and the ongoing third phase of the project has also stalled.

This series of actions is hardly to attract people's attention.

What are the Chinese doing?

This problem has troubled all foreigners working here, and it has become a very topical matter.

However, the Huaguo engineers working here seem unwilling to talk about this issue.

As for ordinary employees, although they are just as interested in what happened, they probably don't know as much as they do.

Sitting next to Georgi, Magsim said in an uncertain tone: "I heard nuclear fusion."

"Nuclear Fusion ?!" Georgi widened his eyes, sipped a spicy cocktail again, and said with a grin, "Are you kidding me? That's the site of the third-phase project. They used it for controlled fusion. experiment?"

Shaking his glass, Magesim looked a little stunned.

"It seems to be the case. I have read their newspapers some time ago ... they may be farther away from nuclear fusion technology than we think, and maybe they will use it to generate electricity soon."

If the demonstration reactor is successful, it may not be necessary to build the third phase.

At that time, let alone the second-generation nuclear fission unit, even if it is the third-generation nuclear fission, they will not be needed.

By that time, they should go home.

To be honest, after working here for so long, Magsim still likes it.

Just then, an Asian-faced man sat next to them, speaking in skilled Russian.

"Are you Russian?"

Magsim raised his eyebrows, and said with interest, "I have lived here for so many years, and this is the first time I have seen a Chinese who is so fluent in Russian."

"Really? It seems we have a destiny," the man smiled slightly and looked at the bartender. "Three glasses of white Russia, two glasses for these two friends."

Then, the man looked back at Magassim, smiling and showing his teeth.

"We are friends now, right?"

Magsim looked at him strangely.

He always felt that he felt something wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

It seemed as if he saw the doubt on his face, the man continued.

"Please don't be surprised. In fact, I'm a reporter. I just want to interview you something."

"Except for trade secrets," Georgi sipped, and grinned. "For the sake of this glass, I can accompany you for a few words."

The Asian man asked, "I heard that an army has been stationed in this area recently?"

Georgi felt the scum on his chin: "Like half a month ago."

The man raised his eyebrows with interest and continued to ask, "Is it half a month ago ... you know what they are doing?"

Georgi laughed: "Haha, this question is a good question, we all want to know what they are doing there, or should you go and ask them and tell me?"

"Then I change the subject." It seemed to have expected this result. The man was not discouraged and continued to ask with a smile. "Have you heard of a plane recently?"

"Airplane? What do you ask this thing for?" Georgi frowned slightly and said, frowning, "I don't seem to notice ..."

Just then, two men in casual clothes stepped out of the crowd and stood next to the man who claimed to be a reporter.

Feeling the pressure from the side, the man who claimed to be a reporter changed his face slightly and was about to get up and run away, but saw that his retreat had been blocked, so he pretended to calmly put his body weight back on the fart. Under the stock On the bench.

"I'm a reporter for the Daily Mail. Here is my press card." Skillfully took out the press card in his pocket and the man passed it to the man in casual clothes.

However, the man in casual clothes didn't even look at it, and said blankly, "There is no interview here, please come with us."

The reporter's face changed, and he immediately protested, "Hey, you have no right to do so."

However, the two men did not make nonsense with him, expertly found and confiscated his recording equipment and the camera hidden on the neckline, and then took him away indiscriminately.

Heavy metal music continued to play, and the smell of alcohol anesthetized people's nerves.

As if no one had noticed it at all, everything seemed like nothing had happened.

Looking at the direction the man was taken away, Magsim and Georgi looked at each other, tacitly stopped the previous topic, stopped talking after drinking.

...

"Secret nuclear test? Mysterious 900

On the table of Luzhou is the latest issue of the Daily Mail.

Area 900 seems to be the name given to this area by foreign media, because this generation was blocked in September. As for the specific date they did not know, so it was written as 00.

Since the start of the nuclear fusion demonstration reactor project, this small city has gathered a large number of reporters.

Some of them were real reporters, and some were disguised by foreign intelligence personnel. Lu Zhou also occasionally heard from Wang Peng. Guoan recently caught many spies here.

At present, the state has done a good job in terms of confidentiality. Although some people have been exploring the brain with probes in the surroundings, so far no “staff” has touched this area and interfered with the experiment.

But it is also the mystery created by this vacuum of news that has created space for foreign media to use their imagination.

Under the deliberate rendering of Western media, the star-2 demonstration reactor project has almost been portrayed as a "Hua Guo version of the Manhattan Project."

To be honest, Lu Zhou was actually disappointed.

The reason why he collects these newspapers for himself is mainly to understand the latest trends in the field of controllable fusion in the world, but most of the movements he sees are made by himself.

Putting down the newspaper in his hand, sitting at the back of Lu Zhou's desk, he said, "I plan to go back to Jinling, and there is a key study waiting for me."

Wang Peng: "Is it urgent?"

Lu Zhou thought about it and said, "The sooner the better, the best way to start today."

Wang Peng immediately showed an expression of attention, UU read the book www. "Okay, I'll arrange it for you right away," said uukanshu.com.

Lu Zhou nodded.

"Well, it's up to you."

Wang Peng was very reassured in his work, at least in travel, he never disappointed him.

After handing over the ticket purchase to him, Lu Zhou didn't pay attention to the matter anymore and continued to handle the work at hand.

After about an hour of this, his cell phone suddenly rang.

"Transportation is ready for you and you can leave now. Do you need to go home and pack your luggage first? If necessary, I will drive you over."

So fast?

Lu Zhou's expression was slightly surprised, but he didn't take it seriously.

"No, I don't have anything to take with my luggage here, and I'll go back for a few days. Just wait for me at the gate of the base."

With that said, Lu Zhou hung up the phone, shoved the phone back into his pocket, then picked up a few recently printed documents from the table, put them in the computer bag he carried with him, and held them together.

When walking outside the base, Lu Zhou thought that Wang Peng had prepared the nearest train ticket for himself.

As a result, he did not expect that when he passed by the construction site and came to the outside of the base, he lifted his eyes and saw a light green army helicopter parked firmly on the open space, and the propellers on the top were screaming.

He looked at the helicopter and greeted Wang Peng, who was approaching him. Lu Zhou stood there with a computer bag, a dumb expression on his face.

"This is the fastest means of transportation," said Wang Peng, who was walking to the side of Lu Zhou, with her hair blown upside down and embarrassed. "Yes, that ... aren't you sick?"

Lu Zhou: "..."