HCB Chapter 395 Hatred is never without reason.
Chapter 395 Hatred is never without reason.
"I'm sorry, sir/madam, the dedicated line is currently busy. According to call sequence requirements, we cannot transfer the call. We apologize for the inconvenience!"
The two elderly people looked at each other and hung up the phone. Teacher Yuan clicked his tongue: "Comrade Jiang Xia is indeed hardworking. Indeed, there are no geniuses, only hard work and effort. I won't chat with you anymore. I'll go back and work on the centralized control part!"
No, how can not getting through on the phone mean the kid's been working hard? Dude, you're clearly just extending your affection to everything related to him...
Old Nie shaved the stubble on his chin: "What I just told you, submit the project proposal tomorrow morning, or you'll be left with nothing but regrets!"
"Hmm? Isn't there a need to be in such a hurry?"
"Heh, no rush? In a couple of days, that brat will have the finished product. If you miss it, you can say goodbye to your molecular clock. Those two, master and apprentice, are habitual offenders when it comes to getting the paperwork done after the product is finished..."
Mr. Yuanjiu remembered the rumors circulating in various departments, responded, and ran out.
"Speaking of his master, I wonder how the centrifuge is doing..."
After thinking for a moment, the old man picked up the phone again: "Connect me to Xihai 221 Machinery Factory..."
"I'm sorry, sir, but due to call sequence requirements, I cannot transfer this call. Please understand!"
fall!
The old man spun around in exasperation, then chuckled, "No wonder, they're probably discussing the centrifuges right now. Busy, everyone's busy! I can't just sit idly by either..."
"Clang clang clang!!"
Looking at the clock on the wall, huh? Didn't that poet from the Outer Jiao Department agree to call me at 9 pm tonight? This guy is always punctual, why is he late today?
"Pa bang bang~~"
The secretary ran in carrying something the size of a palm.
"Sir, the shortwave radio station over at Zijin Mountain wasn't working properly this morning. It's only transmitting at the standard time now. Please wait a moment, I'll adjust it..."
As he spoke, the secretary laboriously crawled behind the clock and fiddled with the hands a few times.
"Hey, this clock is getting more and more inaccurate. It's a full three minutes fast today..."
Hey, do you know what China's precise timekeeping is based on?
Observe the celestial phenomena!
The Purple Mountain Observatory calibrated its standard time through astronomical observations (such as determining stellar positions and calculating solar time). The observational data was disseminated nationwide via telegraph and broadcast systems.
Unfortunately, we only have shortwave radio stations right now, and they can't broadcast 24 hours a day...
Haha, so poor!
After the secretary finished adjusting the hands, the clock chimed again. The red telephone then rang.
Old Nie glanced at his watch, adjusted the hands, but his eyes were drawn to something in his secretary's hand.
"What is this?"
"The latest transistor radio produced by Factory 718 has been submitted to the Chinese Academy of Sciences for product review."
As the old man answered the phone, he examined the small radio in his hand.
"Hey, my great poet, what's up?"
"We've invited some people from France to visit our computer remote communication facility tomorrow. Are you free to come and help us out?"
"Huh? You guys are in such a hurry? This thing hasn't even been out for a few days, has it? Didn't we just start an experiment on ultra-long-range communication today?"
"Time waits for no one! France had a bumper harvest this year, so we need to find a way to get some grain. Batumi has recently opened up some channels for us, so we need to take advantage of this time to solve our food problem as soon as possible."
This is a crucial moment regarding the treaty with Bagan, and I can't be in two places at once. Please help me oversee things tomorrow!
"Oh, a non-aggression pact is coming together? That's a huge step forward! Your matter is important, I'll go help you tomorrow! You're such a hothead, always firing off tantrums..."
"Nonsense! Oh, right, I promised Comrade Jiang Xia something. How about you help me with it tomorrow? It's about inviting Camel and the others to visit or something..."
The old man looked at the radio in his hand. "It's that kid again," he thought. "This radio seems to be a replica of the Sony he donated..."
Uh, a million dollars in foreign exchange, does that mean the little devil has his eye on camels?
No wonder, last year oil-producing countries in the Third World seemed to have united to form some kind of Organization of the Petroleum Exporting Countries. They seem to be really rich.
The old man clenched his fist as he thought of the humble laboratories in the Academy of Sciences building.
"I'll do it! I'll take responsibility!"
"We must help them complete the laboratory setup!" the old man silently vowed.
Huh? The head of the external affairs department on the other end of the phone scratched his head. Why was his friend's tone suddenly so intense? Although transferring the matter he promised Little Doppelganger to his friend made him feel a little apologetic.
But this slight apology was quickly wiped away by the pile of documents.
The China-Myanmar border treaty!
This is the first border treaty that Xinhua signed with its neighbor. Only by setting an example can it achieve "the first time in history"!
We can't be careless!
Although the treaty was already in the works, it was all just empty talk until it was put into writing.
This matter is of paramount importance, so everything else has to wait. Even the thing Little Dumb asked for is no exception!
Everyone is busy, and things are quite busy here in Jiangxia as well.
The phone call from Xihai had been going on for two hours. Jiang Xia felt like his ears were about to be burned, but he still couldn't bear to put down the receiver.
“Professor Chengzong, Professor Chengzong, when you went to France back then, was it really because ‘that lady’s’ daughter personally invited you?”
After the serious issues were discussed, Professor Chengzong, perhaps relieved by the high efficiency of the "gas centrifugation method," was now in the mood to chat with Jiang Xia for a while.
"The invitation was indeed sent by her, but the person who recommended me was Professor Keats. Back then, Professor Keats recommended me to Professor Ze Hui's husband, who then went to recommend me to that 'lady.' It was through all these twists and turns that I was able to go to the University of Paris. Otherwise, how do you think a mere associate researcher like me could go to a place like that!"
Teacher, you're too modest. An annual salary of 550,000 francs versus a stipend of 1,000 jin of millet per year; even a dog would choose that, let alone the fact that even that 1,000 jin of millet hasn't been delivered yet…
But you...
The neon-emitting device left in that hospital, which was deliberately damaged, was repaired by you, wasn't it? Excessive radiation, your right eye…
No, it seems the bald eagles have already figured out how to make anti-radiation drugs.
What was it called? Oh right! Potassium iodide! And Prussian blue!
How do you make potassium iodide? It's okay if you don't understand chemistry, we'll just do another exhaustive search!
Hey, it seems that Prussian blue is now being used as a blue oil paint.
If we're talking about the mecca of oil painting art right now, it has to be Paris. Hey French folks, I've adapted the computer to a French-speaking environment for you guys, so changing the paint a bit isn't too much to ask, is it?
Jiang Xia wrote these two points down in his notebook and added several exclamation marks after them.
Urgent!
Hmm? Was potassium iodide later added to the salt by the salt industry group?
Never mind that for now, let's continue listening to Teacher Chengzong's story. Jiang Xia is mainly curious about the veracity of a certain rumor circulating in the martial arts world.
"Professor Cheng-tsung, was there really a 'squid' that wanted to sell us highly concentrated key elements back then?"
"Highly concentrated my foot! 71% concentration is hardly high concentration? Those people are just pawns of the bald eagle!"
Teacher Chengzong cursed loudly, "His heart is despicable! His heart is utterly despicable!"