Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

new York.

The New York Times building.

The door of the editor's office opened, and a curly man in a black suit walked in quickly and threw a pile of information on the desk closest to the door.

"Anders, here is a poll about the Ares plan. I hope you can integrate it into the next interview and give it to me before work."

"Okay, BOSS."

Quickly took the file, the man named Anders with a deep eye socket licked his index finger and quickly turned it over again.

Although the action looked unsanitary, it had become his professional habit. Whenever there is something big enough to excite him, he will do it, even if the electronic file is sometimes delivered to him.

Seeing the poll data at the end, Anders, who sat upright, said in an unbelievable tone of excitement.

"... Inconceivably, the approval rate of this administration has increased by 14.3 percentage points."

Sitting down at his desk, the editor-in-chief Duke took out a document from the drawer and grinned as he quickly wrote something on it with a pen.

"Yes, people are very interested in the Ares program and ongoing volunteer selection, and Columbia TV has contacted us to plan a talk show in the near future."

Anders looked up and asked, "A talk show? Who is invited?"

Duke: "Of course the three lucky ones, Ares volunteers."

With his eyes widened in surprise, Anders stood up with his hands on the table and said in an unbelievable tone, "Oh, Schette, have the three lucky ones been selected?"

Duke: "It was selected last week, but it's not yet time for the announcement. My old NASA friend told me that three astronauts are already training in the Arizona desert, including basic space skills ... ... and some necessary common sense. "

Anders asked a little unwillingly: "They are all ordinary people?"

Duke: "It is said that two of them are ordinary people and one is professional."

Opening his mouth, Anders shook his head and sighed, "... Okay, it looks like I've lost the election, **** it ... I've seen the newspaper volunteer for the first time and I still need to pay, but my 100 dollars. Unfortunately, Expecting to be the first reporter in history to be on Mars, it looks like there is no chance now. "

Duke, who was in a good mood, smiled and encouraged the sentence: "Not necessarily. This is only the first wave of colonists. There are still many opportunities in the future."

Just as the two were chatting, the office door suddenly opened.

Watching the lady stepping in, Duke frowned as he sat behind the desk.

"Camille, you forgot to knock."

"Sorry, but that's not the point at all," aunt stepping on high heels, quickly walked to Duke's desk, and a blond Camille with an excited voice said, while pinching the The laptop was opened on the desk and pushed in front of the editor-in-chief Duke. "Big news from across the ocean! Believe me, this can definitely make headlines tomorrow!"

Looking at the excitement on Camille's face, Duke froze slightly, his expression gradually becoming cautious.

Camille is no longer a newcomer.

According to his previous impressions, she always felt like a more stable type. Even she was so excited now, it must be something extraordinary.

Dragging the laptop closer, Duke looked at the electronic draft on the screen, and within ten seconds, the whole person was there.

After returning to God, he immediately spoke.

"Is the message reliable?"

"The news is absolutely reliable!" Camille said excitedly. "I contacted an old friend in Shangjing City and confirmed from him. Yesterday, Hua Guo did hold a related meeting and published their space agency and science and engineering. The news on the bureau's official website is definitely not a smoke bomb! "

Anders, sitting behind his desk, stretched his neck and asked, "What's the news?"

Camille: "In response to our Ares plan, Hua Guo announced plans to construct a space station in lunar orbit, said to be called the Moon Palace!"

Moon Palace?

Very strange pronunciation.

What surprised Anders, however, was not its pronunciation, but ...

"Are they crazy? Do they know what the space station is?"

"I don't know! I mean, I don't know if they know it," Camille said incoherently, taking a deep breath, calming himself a little, excitedly watching editor Duke continue, "but There is no doubt that this news is enough to make headlines tomorrow! "

Staring at the electronic manuscript in the laptop for a long time, Duke, who had not spoken, took a deep breath, watching Camille say with a trembling voice in excitement.

"Good job, you did a great job!"

The look in his eyes became more and more excited, and he even thought about the title of tomorrow's headline and the content of the article.

Thinking of building a space station in lunar orbit just after landing on the moon?

In addition to the word involuntary, what other words can be used to describe opponents across the Pacific?

...

The announcement that Hua Guo will build a space station in lunar orbit immediately caused an uproar worldwide.

It is not just the New York Times, but many North American newspapers, including the Washington Post, have reported on the news.

Compared to the impact of manned landing on the moon, this news is obviously more topical. After all, building a space station on the moon is more difficult than throwing a lunar module onto the moon.

Even Americans are in the research phase, and will not officially launch until 2022.

There is no doubt that in the eyes of most Americans, the plan announced by China is nothing short of wild.

Did n’t learn to walk and started to run? Is this realistic?

If the North American newspapers reported a slight convergence when reporting this news, then some talk show shows are teasing or ridiculing.

Of course, even if the North American media ridiculed China's uncontrollable powers, it did not speak too absolutely.

After all, with the example of the auspicious auspiciousness, even if it is a media with a more radical point of view, it is not too dare to quote the opinions of NASA experts.

Even this possibility is as high as 80%.

What is more interesting is that the most fierce voice of criticism is not from abroad, but from home.

Lu Zhou estimated whether he had offended anyone, but he was too lazy to care about these trivial matters.

Even if you offend someone, what can it affect him?

Most people still have brains.

As for the mindless ...

It has nothing to do with him.

After returning to Jinling, his life rhythm gradually became busy, and he didn't have the extra energy to pay attention to things on the Internet.

Sitting in the office reviewing the documents, there was a knock at the door.

Stopping the pen in his hand, Lu Zhou looked up and shouted across the door.

"Who?"

"Reported by Xu Wenhao from the Laboratory of the Institute of Biochemistry!"

Lu Zhou almost didn't laugh when he heard the sound of calling outside.

Is this for opera? What are you doing here?

Thinking of the task that he explained before going to Beijing, Lu Zhou coughed slightly, adjusted the expression on his lower face, and said.

"come in."

The office door was pushed open, and Comrade Xu Wenhao, who was said to be his younger fanatic, walked in with a pile of information in his hand.

"Professor, the results of your test have been made, and the rest of the samples are here!"

Looking at the young man solemnly placing the test results and the remaining samples on his desk, the whole Luzhou was a little embarrassed.

"... well, hard work."

"No hard work, no hard work," Xu Wenhao smiled wryly, stretched his hands and scratched his head. "Well ... can you sign me a name? Just sign this electrochemical reference book. . "

With that said, he was like magic, and pulled out a reference book of electrochemical principles from the back.

Looking dumbfounded by his set of operations, Lu Zhou calmly said, "... OK, bring it here."

Xu Wenhao grinned and handed the book over: "Okay."

Signing such a trivial matter is not a hassle for Lu Zhou. He has signed a lot of words a day.

When pulling out the pen from the pen holder, Lu Zhou flipped through his reference book and found that it was full of notes, so he asked the question smoothly.

"Are you teaching yourself electrochemistry?"

Xu Wenhao smiled embarrassedly and said, "Yeah, I think I can work hard to get the Institute of Computing Materials."

The Institute of Biochemistry is a research unit separated from the Institute of Computational Materials. Although the research funding is not large, it is far less popular than the Institute of Computational Materials.

After all, the former is just a new research unit, while the latter is one of the birthplaces of computational materials science that is ranked first in the world. Others say that domestic computational materials scholars have sharpened their heads and want to squeeze in, even if He is a Ph.D. graduated from many famous foreign universities, and he is also pilgrimage-like.

For the Jinling Institute of Advanced Studies, most of them are admitted to the Institute of Biochemistry for a PhD or a Master degree. Regardless of their professional counterparts, almost all of them are motivated to rely on the Institute of Computing Materials.

Anyway, the four big pits of the biochemical ring material are basically the same. If you can, which pit is naturally more comfortable, you can squat.

I can probably understand Xu Wenhao's idea. Lu Zhou shook his head with a smile and wrote his name on the title page of the book.

Just then ~ www.readwn.com ~ he suddenly thought of something, so he said: "I remember your direction is biochemistry."

I didn't expect that the idol would notice such a small person, Xu Wenhao nodded suddenly in flattery.

"Yes."

Lu Zhou stopped the pen in his hand and thought for a moment before speaking.

"Actually, you don't have to take a test at the Institute of Computational Materials. The Institute of Biochemistry will also be one of the key development directions of our Institute in the next few years."

Xu Wenhao froze slightly, immediately widened his eyes, and said, "Really?"

"Do I need to lie to you?" Lu Zhou smiled, and threw back the signed reference book to his hand, stood up and patted him on the shoulder, "you guys, come on, I am optimistic about you. "

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