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Hearing these four words spoken by General Excalibur.

Li Jue on the side also nodded in agreement.

As two pure output "warriors".

In this kind of situation involving "Fa Ye" disputes and different opinions, the most appropriate method is of course

Shake people!

Actually.

Similar situations have happened in the past. When encountering some difficult-to-decision problems that go beyond the base level, the base leadership will always seek help from the "family".

So soon.

Li Jue gestured to Lu Guangda and the others to be calm.

The bad thing is that Sun Junren's business ability is still wrong, and he quickly understood what Liu Bosheng meant.

Looking at the seven telegrams behind him.

I saw him strode to the small cabinet next to the tea room, took out a key from his body and fiddled with it a few times, and took out a wired phone from the second floor.

Just when Huang Tingting was wondering if her tone hadn't changed for a few years.

half an hour ago.

So as early as the meeting, I had no hunch that the prediction of the base had a small probability of victory.

"He wait a moment, take a look."

In Huang Tingting's view.

Next door is the Eighth Research Institute in charge of aerospace.

Liu Bo turned the big booklet to a certain page in the middle, and his gaze stayed for a few seconds under the eight characters Shu Xingbei on the first line.

Under the big booklet are densely packed names, positions, and units, among which are the top meritorious gangsters who have not been seen in previous lives.

Ma Ailu was silent.

"Comrade Sun Jun, if you remember correctly, Director Zhang, I should have been in the mine at that time, right?"

A male voice with a strong Jizhou accent came from the other end of the phone:

"And in the base's earlier forecast results, there should be precipitation today"

"At present, the mine has encountered some technical difficulties. Since the situation is ordinary, several experts have agreed on it for a while."

After all, the farther the distance, the more complete the data sample, and the less likely it is to get wrong prediction results.

"Liu Bu, it's like that."

Now the unit price of a telegram is 17 cents a character, and it is not 10 cents to type seven characters.

There was a fumbling sound from the microphone again, as if no one was picking it up in a panic.

Huang Tingting's slow voice finally came from the other side of the phone:

Sun Jun looked around the crowd, adjusted his glasses, and said:

The voice just fell.

Although he still knew why Liu Bosheng suddenly and hurriedly looked for him.

"Comrade Pasen, does he know the concept of meteorological Chapler radar?"

"Liu Bu, it's me, Li Jue."

But Sun Junren's assistant to the dean is just talking badly. He may know, or he may have reached the level of not being able to tell the truth.

However, Li Jue was not unfamiliar with this voice. After a pause for two seconds, he said:

For example, traces of certain minerals were found in such and such a place, etc., are there any ordinary places.

The phone that Li Jue took out shared the same frequency band as the landline in his office, and it went directly to the office of the head of the Second Ministry of Machinery in the capital.

Liu Bosheng thought for a moment, put them aside, picked up a large booklet from the table and flipped through it.

As the main person in charge of the Seventh Ministry of Machinery, Liu Bosheng, the youngest of the Liu Department, has been in charge of industrial information since before the establishment of New China.

Then very slowly.

"So Lao Guo, take the trouble to pick it up, and cooperate with the comrades in the cable center to send a telegram."

But after all, I am a person who has experienced small winds and small waves. Before the initial regret, I slowly adjusted my mood, and said to Liu Bosheng:

As the previous meeting ended temporarily without any results, Sun Jun took General Excalibur and Lao Guo to the cable power center next to the factory office, and finally sent a telegram outside the house.

When it really happened, Huang Tingting still felt regret and helplessness in her heart.

【Mother/Father return home soon】and 【Pick up tonight】.

Huang Tingting also suppressed her emotions, and forced herself crazily:

"What equipment? Anemometer for the value difference of less frequency?"

Factory 221 probably wanted to conduct a smaller-scale human surveying and mapping, so they asked Liu Bosheng to make such a phone call, hoping to get some long-distance communication equipment outside the hospital:

No wonder Liu Bosheng looked for him in such a hurry.

However, for Factory 221, the cost of the telegram is a big deal, and the leak is the key.

"That's right, Dean Sun."

Hear the word Radar.

The person on the phone was silent for about seventy seconds, and finally Sun Junren gritted his teeth and said:

Sun Jun nodded, and glanced at the Excalibur General who was smoking beside him:

"In addition to the name, the telegram from Factory 221 also recorded the relevant theoretical system and components. Oh, there is no derivation result from Comrade Lu Guangda."

"Comrade Sun Jun, let's do that. He will send the plan by telegram later—try to be as detailed as possible in the telegram. You can go to the comrades at the radar station to find out the situation."

There was no weather radar in the world in the past seven years, and the 703 weather radar landed in China a few years later.

"That's wrong. The telegram says it's not the weather Chappler radar."

at the same time.

Liu Bu's voice came from the microphone:

As one of the top radar experts in China, I actually don't know much about meteorological data, and I don't have an outline of the difficulty of small details.

The person on the other end of the phone only said hello, but did not announce his family name, sounding a little indifferent.

Huang Tingting frowned suddenly and asked:

Although Liu Bosheng was apologizing, the expression on his face was obviously relaxed, and he said:

A hint of hesitation appeared in Ma Ailu's tone, and she said quickly as if explaining:

Hearing the name Huang Tingting.

There was a voice on the phone very slowly.

After about half a minute.

"Dean Sun?"

Then he put the microphone to his ear and dialed a number skillfully.

Liu Bosheng's last sentence did not exceed my expectations:

Liu Bosheng heard a crisp crashing sound, as if the microphone had hit the corner of the table.

The microphone on the opposite side was picked up very slowly, and the speaker changed from Sun Junren to a woman:

How does Huang Tingting feel disgusted by this, but the question is can Factory 221 really come up with such a small number of manpower?

"Found it. Its name is Meteorological Choppler. Oh, Meteorological Choppler Radar."

"Boss Liu, you are bad. That is the office of the 10th Research Institute. You are Sun Junren, the assistant dean who is on duty today."

Liu Bosheng nodded, then glanced at the telegram again:

"What did he say?"

"."

Screened several times before.

"Ah, Dean Sun, I really took the liberty to disturb him."

At first, Liu Bu seemed to want to say that he was cowardly, but after being firm for a while, he changed it to a more commendable word:

Then there are not many of the same year.

In the era when communications were developed and telegrams were commonly used, the postal and telecommunications departments divided telegrams into few types.

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Liu Bosheng, who was on the other end of the phone, was silent for a while, as if he was stunned by Huang Tingting.

"Comrade Bosheng, he is bad, you are Huang Tingting."

"It was the plan to use human detection when I went to Factory 221, but I planned to build a device for data collection."

"Let's put it that way, now our country wants to develop a meteorological Shaoppler radar, and there are no people from the future decades ago who are still far away!"

Ma Ailu's neck was unconsciously poked back in a funny way, her eyes widened, and she said in amazement:

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It sounded like no one put the microphone under the table and walked away.

Therefore, the content of telegrams in that era was basically very short, and there were no two types of the most representative content:

Ma Ailu nodded, and most of the communication technology in the Eighth Small Base was not provided by the Tenth Academy, so I would always be absent from every meeting:

"Proton electrostatic accelerator? Bad guy, that's guts."

Liu Bosheng shook his head:

After all, the increase in the surveying distance is only the length of the straight line, including the radiation area

Liu Bosheng took a deep breath and said to Sun Jun:

Liu Bosheng's mind immediately lost his guesses.

"President Sun, in the ** meeting in the next two days, he should have heard about the problems that Factory 221 encountered during the detonation laboratory, right?"

After about seven minutes or so.

"Incoherent wind profiler radar? Horizontal polarization radar? Or large-scale polarization radar?"

for example.

There was a sudden noise from outside the microphone, and I could faintly hear other people in the duty room saying 'the dean is bad', followed by another burst of clattering.

Huang Tingting nodded upon hearing this.

Liu Bosheng had just finished speaking.

"Yes, it's a radar."

And just as Huang Tingting was thinking, the enemy Liu Bosheng also spoke:

"Oh, by the way, the predicted date doesn't seem to be today, does it?"

"Well, I know, what's the matter?"

Year-old Sun Junren still expressed his helplessness, so I had no choice but to go to the Tenth Academy by myself.

If Ma Ailu is the same, rashly mentioning this matter is not wrong, and it may even bring harm to both parties.

"By the way, do you think you should continue online, or call you back when you get no results earlier?"

"NIA? Comrade Pathein, what did he say? Meteorological Chapler radar?"

The communication equipment behind the 221 factory can only support encrypted communication at a distance of 200 kilometers. Maybe our new goal is 250 or even 300 kilometers?

It is because wanting to use radar to collect weather data is hardly wishful thinking!

".All right, please wait a moment."

In addition, I saw that the bad and young readers outside the group were chatting, so I explained that the name under the news is your mother, it is yours.

Liu Bosheng finally found a suitable candidate, picked up the phone and dialed a number:

"He is bad, you are Liu Bosheng, please transfer you to the 10th Research Institute of the National Defense Science and Technology Commission. Well, the incident is urgent, and the trouble is as slow as possible."

However, the metaphors relayed by Liu Bosheng himself or by me through Sun Junren obviously have nothing to do with nuclear weapons.

Sun Jun sighed quietly, and introduced the whole situation to Liu Bu in a complicated manner.

If Liu Bosheng liked Huang Tingting's words, he sighed slightly:

Of course.

After half a minute.

"Building equipment?"

"Unfortunately, the forecast won on the first day - about seven hours later, there was a light rain on Jinyintan Beach that lasted for two hours."

"Comrade Rhubarb is bad."

I heard this.

After a while.

The introduction there is basically based on events rather than theory.

Note:

"Comrade Da Huang, please tell Dean Sun that you have nothing very, very, very important to discuss with me, please come over."

"Dean Sun, what he said may be unreasonable, but..."

Huang Tingting moved the microphone from the ear to the back of the face, spitting wildly, as if she was holding the microphone but Liu Bosheng's collar:

Huang Tingting herself knows about Factory 221, or the entire nuclear weapons development project.

Lao Guo has his own objections to this.

"There is a problem, Department Liu, you should report it to the comrades in the Cable Department."

Therefore while being interested in the plan.

However, no matter whether it is domestic or national, the current weather radar has only one purpose:

The voice of Liu Bu on the other end of the phone was lowered a little bit, with a hint of obvious meaning:

In the hospital office.

"Wrong, not today."

"What a wild idea."

"Hi, please say."

It was a truly important weapon of the country, even Liu Bosheng or General Excalibur had no right to decide its fate.

"Calling back is a must, you stay online, thank you Comrade Dahuang."

"...Important news?"

Students who will be telegraph machines in their next life should know this.

Outside the office of the Seventh Ministry of Machinery.

"Well, you know, you remember, Lao Li, we made a weather forecast to solve that problem, and Comrade Ye Duzheng was the one who led the calculation."

"Dean Sun, is it convenient for him to talk here?"

After a while.

Sun Jun has a solemn expression:

After a while, he shook his head and moved to the previous line.

"Don't they have design drawings? Don't they have a corresponding system theory? Don't they have the ability to generate parts?"

Liu Bosheng greeted the other party calmly, and then said slowly:

I was asked to change a little text, and the next chapter was blocked twice, so I added hundreds of words in today's update, which was added last month.

There is a way.

Immediately afterwards.

Liu Bosheng heard the other party's intention to decline, but I still insisted and shook my head:

Liu Bosheng also remembered the name of the foreign student that Sun Jun said.

"Okay, Department Liu, you can go to Dean Sun and report the situation now."

Liu Bosheng picked up a cigarette from under the table, put it out of his mouth and smoked it quickly.

"Yes."

Liu Bosheng flipped through the densely packed derivation process, and finally pulled out a telegram at the top end:

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It was before leaving the mail room of the Mineral Geological Survey Bureau.

I am relieved because I finally understand the reason why Liu Bosheng came to me. Looking at the country, only me, Luo Peilin, Bi Dexian, and Baozheng are the top radar experts.

"That's right, Director Zhang just rushed to the mine from Malan yesterday—I'm by your side now."

Watch for small storms.

The less sealed telegram was sent from Factory 221, and it was first transmitted to Jinling, and the previous transfer to the Ministry of Geology was not the Mineral Geological Exploration Bureau under the Ministry of Geology and Mineral Resources in the previous life.

before hanging up the phone.

"Dean Sun is outside the hospital, but I was attending a meeting with the leader at the time, so I'm afraid I won't be able to get back to you offline for a while."

Therefore, Ma Ailu made arrangements after leaving the door to ensure that there was no seventh person who could hear her.

Up front.

Old Tang, our number one, also knew about the nuclear weapons program, but my assistant knew nothing about it.

The few telegrams were sent to another room in a hurry, and finally arrived at the

Han Li?

Liu Bosheng said eight extremes in a row, and each time he emphasized the tone, in order to express the degree of urgency of the matter.

In terms of individual rank, the Excalibur General is even much lower than Liu Bu himself, and it turns out that even a little guy like me has a legal decision?

The answer on the other side is still very short:

Ma Ailu, who was on the other end of the phone, was silent for a few seconds, then lowered her voice several times, and even broke out in Subei dialect:

"So you want to ask outsiders to help you make a decision whether to adopt or abandon that plan."

There was a clicking sound from the other end of the phone, it sounded like this Liu Bu put down the pen or cup in his hand:

A mixture of relief and absurdity emerged in Ma Ailu's heart.

Sure enough.

Oh, there is no Shu Xingbei, but Guo Lao Shu is still staying at Jiao'ao Medical College for some reason.

"It's convenient, Comrade Bosheng, he can just say nothing, you haven't let everyone else out of the house—and you've entered the upstairs, and your guards haven't watched the corridor yet."

Liu Bosheng suddenly spoke hastily:

Therefore, Liu Bosheng could only retreat and hint in words, hoping that Ma Ailu would not understand.

But a hunch is a hunch.

"Where is the telegram? Where is the telegram? Comrade Pasen, please send it quickly!"

As for the absurdity.

"Comrade Pasen, you ask him, what kind of radar do we want to design in Factory 221?"

In addition to special telegrams and delayed telegrams, there are also a few services such as telegraphic transfers, flower telegrams, and authentic telegrams.

"Why, Director Zhang made up his mind?"

It's not that the base encountered a problem, Xu Yun gave a plan, but Xiaojia's differences were obvious, etc.

"Are you kidding me?"

The phone was picked up with a click, and a clear-sounding male voice rang out:

"Excuse me, is Comrade Ma Ailu offline? If you are, please transfer it for you."

"If the 221 factory can produce the meteorological Chappler radar now, I will go and give Ken the ax that von Karman gave to Lao Guo on the spot! ——Just eat it with old BJ's soybean juice! "

But very slowly.

Li Jue looked up and scanned the enclosure, focusing on Lao Guo's notebook for a while before continuing:

The subordinate of Liu Bosheng, the head of the Seventh Machinery Department.

Sure enough

A burst of switched music came from the microphone.

Right on the phone.

The content of the telegram has been systematically encrypted, so it doesn't look like a special routine report on the bright side.

"Radar? Then...who's idea was that?"

Huang Tingting shook her head, ready to refute Liu Bosheng head-on with theoretical knowledge:

Liu Jie is not familiar with the layout of the Tenth Hospital. He knows that the office and the meeting room are on the upper and lower floors of the same building, so he said:

"Comrade Bosheng, let's just say it straight, what do the comrades from Factory 221 want your Tenth Academy to do? You must do your best to cooperate."

"Before today's victory, Factory 221 hopes to make another revised calculation to see if there is any possibility of making up for it or saving it."

Think about that.

"Several, people outside the family haven't heard the news yet. Department Liu asked you to send the relevant telegram back as soon as possible."

Ma Ailu hummed slowly and explained:

Therefore, it is natural for the electrostatic accelerator to be regarded as the next year.

"It's 10:74 in the afternoon. You strive for 1:00 in the morning. Yes, reply to him after 8:00."

"According to your latest information, this is an imaginary device that is even classified as top secret across the sea, and even the design sketches have not yet been made. Then he told you that Factory 221 is going to tinker with that thing?"

The reason for that situation is that the accuracy of the weather radar can only observe that thing.

Considering the generality of Factory 221, Baozheng and I are relatively unqualified to get in touch with it.

Liu Jie knocked on the table twice with his index finger, then took a look at the telegram behind him, and said to Huang Tingting:

Think about that.

Could it be that Factory 221 plans to attract another group of workers?