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"Patter..."

"Terminator, bring me another box of pens."

Zhang Zhai once again used up a box of gel pens, and the trash can next to the desk was full of torn manuscript paper and penholders that had run out of ink.

Shaking his sore wrist joints, Zhang Zhai stretched out his left hand, picked up the one-page manuscript paper on the desk with his thumb and index finger, and put it in front of his eyes.

Zhang Di frowned and glanced.

"Crack... tear it up."

Stretching out his right hand, he directly crumpled and tore the manuscript paper that he had written in the middle of the night into shreds.

"Patter..."

With a wave of his hand, he threw the ball of waste manuscript paper into the overflowing trash can, and glanced at the system interface within sight.

"Short-distance space transmission technology mastered: 89%"

Looking at the progress, Zhang Zhai smiled a little.

"There is only one percent left and it will reach ninety. I don't know if it is possible to finish it within today." Zhang Zhai said, looking outside through the window in front of the desk.

Outside, the sun was shining brightly, the sun was in the sky, and it was mid-morning.

"According to the previous progress, this possibility is very high." Zhang Zhai said, shaking his head, closing his eyes, and took a short rest while the Terminator was holding the pen.

At this moment, three days have passed since the Zhaicheng Science and Technology Award Ceremony, and the outside world is still talking about the Zhaicheng Science and Technology Award.

The lives of the nine winners and the process of the award ceremony were repeatedly discussed by the media.

But this did not affect Zhang Zhai, the founder of the Zhaicheng Science and Technology Award.

Zhang Zhai has been in the lounge for three days. What he has done during this period is to continuously reverse the short-distance transmission technology. Even the scientific researchers who come to ask questions are temporarily turned away by Zhang Zhai.

Outside Zhang Zhai's lounge, Spider and Wild Wolf stood motionless.

The wild wolf looked worried, "Spider, Mr. Zhang hasn't been out for three days, so nothing will happen."

"It's okay." Spider looked relaxed, "I have observed that Mr. Zhang's work and rest are normal, and there will be no problems."

...

"Crack..."

Behind Zhang Zhai, the door of the lounge opened.

"Da da!"

The Terminator stepped on the ground, made a crisp sound, and walked in.

Zhang Zhai opened his eyes, took the box of pens, and let out a deep breath.

"Go on! Do it!" Zhang Zhai said in a deep voice.

...

"Wow...wow."

The rest room was instantly quiet, except for the sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper, which kept ringing.

Time keeps going.

ten minutes!

half an hour!

One hour……

Just as the sun in the sky was slowly setting to the west, Zhang Zhai was still enjoying himself in the final step of deduction.

Time slowly passed from noon to evening, and the lights that had been on all the time began to play a role, illuminating the lounge as bright as day!

"Sir, it's reached the rest time you set, please stop working immediately and take a rest!" Dabai got out of the box.

Zhang Zhai turned a deaf ear to this, and still waved his pen quickly, letting his sweat drip onto the desk.

"Sir, it's time for a break..." Dabai began to repeat.

"Shut up!" Zhang Zhai roared without turning his head, and the movements of his hands didn't stop, even getting faster and faster!

Dabai was drunk by Zhang Di, so he could only stand beside him, motionless.

Time passed by Zhang Zhai's pen tip which kept waving.

One hour...two hours.

When the sun completely fell into the horizon, and when the evening completely fell into the night, Zhang Zhai's movements did not stop.

until!

"Tear up..."

There was a tearing sound!

The tip of the pen in Zhang Zhai's hand scratched the manuscript paper dripping with sweat, and the manuscript paper was directly torn by the tip of the pen.

Holding a pen, Zhang Zhai quietly looked at the broken manuscript paper, as if distracted.

Sudden!

A smile appeared on Zhang Zhai's face, and he threw the gel pen aside.

"Slap!"

"It's done!"

The smile on Zhang Zhai's face became brighter and brighter.

"There is no need to reverse it anymore, the result is there."

"Ding, the short-distance space transmission technology has been mastered: 90%"

The system prompt sounds at an appropriate time.

A mastery of 90% means that he has thoroughly mastered the theoretical part.

...

Zhang Zhai stood up, looked at the dozen or so manuscript papers he had written with a smile.

Zhang Zhai stretched out his somewhat stiff and sore fingers of his right hand, and touched it lightly.

Then...the dozen or so pieces of paper were all shredded and crumpled into balls, and thrown into the trash can.

"Terminator, destroy the contents of the trash can according to the highest level of confidentiality." Zhang Zhai turned around and said.

The Terminator responded, picked up the trash can, and walked out.

Zhang Zhai looked at Dabai who was standing aside, smiled and shook his head: "Dabai, let's go back."

Dabai got the tissue and returned it to the box.

Zhang Zhai looked at the manuscript paper and pen on the desk, and after a little thought, he took out a piece of paper and wrote an extremely complicated formula on it.

After substituting several constants for calculation, Zhang Zhai wrote down a number on paper.

"213,769KM"

"In theory, the limit transmission distance of short-distance space transmission is 210,000 kilometers. According to the current industrial foundation and material level, it is unrealistic to reach the limit distance of 210,000 kilometers, and 200,000 kilometers is the limit."

Looking at the number on the paper, Zhang Zhai whispered to himself.

"If it is only used on the earth, this distance is more than enough. Even the two farthest points on the earth, the straight-line distance does not exceed 20,000 kilometers, but... How much space does space transmission technology have for use on the earth."

"It can only transmit non-intelligent creatures, which seriously restricts the scope of use of transmission technology.

It may be able to promote economic development and greatly save transportation costs, but that's all. It cannot transfer people, which restricts its upper limit of development.

but if……"

"But if it is used in the universe! Especially if it is used between the earth and the moon, it is tantamount to opening up the line between the sky and the earth!"

"Earth resources and moon resources can be exchanged in an instant!

This means that not to mention building a city on the moon, it is building a country, completely transforming the moon, and the resources of the moon can also be truly utilized! "

...

"But... this short-distance space transmission technology, the transmission limit distance is so much worse."

"It's half the distance! It's half the distance!"

Zhang Di frowned.

"unless……"

Zhang Zhai raised his head suddenly, "Unless there is a transfer station in space..."

...

"A1! Help me see if Academician Gan is asleep!"

"Father, Gan Xiaohua is still in the laboratory."

"Tell him to wait for me in the ground command room. I have something urgent to discuss with him."

"Okay, Father!"

Zhang Zhai glanced at the manuscript paper on which the formula was written, quickly tore it up, and then ran outside.

"Crack!"

Zhang Zhai opened the door, rushed out of the lounge, and walked into the elevator.

Seeing Zhang Zhai coming out in a hurry, the spider and the wolf followed immediately.

The elevator quickly reached the first floor, and as soon as the elevator door opened, Zhang Zhai rushed out instantly.

In the command room, a group of on-duty personnel were still diligently monitoring the situation of the moon base. As soon as Zhang Zhai opened the door, he saw Gan Xiaohua standing in the front row, out of breath.

"Academician Gan."

"Mr. Zhang, is there anything urgent?" Gan Xiaohua took a few breaths.

Zhang Zhai nodded, shook his head again, and dragged Gan Xiaohua to the holographic screen in the command room.

On the holographic screen, there is a rotating moon.

"Academician Gan, tell me, what would it mean if matter can travel from the earth to the moon in an instant?" Zhang Zhai stared at the moon and said in a deep voice.

Gan Xiaohua frowned, feeling a little strange that Zhang Zhai suddenly asked him such a question.

After thinking for a while, he smiled and replied, "Then the moon is no longer the moon, but a continent of the earth."

After Gan Xiaohua said this, he was stunned!

He suddenly thought of a possibility, his heart tightened, his temples thumped! Couldn't help but lost his voice:

"Mr. Zhang, you can't be..."

Argentina...fuck your sister, you stayed up all night for nothing!