Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

new York.

The New York Times Building.

The door of the editorial office was pushed open, and a curly-haired man in a black suit walked in quickly and threw a stack of information on the desk closest to the door.

"Anders, there is a poll about the Ares program. I hope that you will integrate into the next interview and hand it over to me before leaving work."

"Okay, boss."

He quickly took the file. The man named Anders, who had a deep eye socket, took the index finger and flipped it over quickly.

Although this action seems unsanitary, it has become his professional habit. Whenever there is enough big news to make him excited, he will do this, even if it is sometimes sent to him electronically.

I saw this poll data in the end, and Anders, who was sitting up straight, said with excitement in an incredible tone.

"...unbelievable, the current government's support rate has risen by 14.3 percentage points."

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

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

Anders looked up and asked: "Talk show? Who are you invited?"

Duke: "Of course three lucky people, volunteers from Ares."

Surprised and widened his eyes, Anders stood up with his hands on the table and said in an unbelievable tone: "Hey, Shet, have the three lucky ones been chosen?"

Duke: "I chose it last week, but it hasn't arrived yet. My old friend at Nasa told me that the three astronauts are already training in the Arizona desert, including basic aerospace skills... ...and some necessary common sense."

Anders was somewhat reluctant to ask: "They are ordinary people?"

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

With a mouth open, Anders shook his head and sighed: "...well, it seems that I lost the election, damn... I first saw the volunteers still need to pay the money, but unfortunately my $100. I also Counting on being the first journalist to be on Mars in history, it seems that there is no chance."

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

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

Looking at the lady who hurried into the footsteps, Duke sitting behind the desk frowned.

"Camille, you forgot to knock on the door."

"Sorry, but this is not the point at all," he stepped on the high heels and quickly walked over to Duke's desk. Camille, with a blond hair, said in an excited tone, and he was pinched under his elbow. The laptop was opened on the desk and pushed to the front of the editor-in-chief Duke. "The big news coming across the ocean! Believe me, this is definitely the headline of tomorrow!"

Looking at the excited look of Camille's face, Duke squinted slightly, and his expression gradually became cautious.

This Camille is not a newcomer just getting started.

According to his past impressions, her feelings for him have always been a relatively stable type. Even now she is excited to be like this, presumably must be nothing.

The notebook was quickly brought closer, and Duke looked at the electronic manuscript on the screen. After ten seconds, the whole person was there.

When he came back, he immediately began to speak.

“Is the message reliable?”

"The news is absolutely reliable!" Camille said excitedly. "I contacted an old friend in Shangjing City and confirmed it from him. Yesterday, China did hold a relevant meeting to publish their space agency and science and technology. The news on the official website of the bureau is definitely not a smoke bomb released!"

Anders, sitting behind the desk, stretched his neck and asked, "What news is it?"

Camille: "As a response to our Ares program, China announced plans to build a space station on the lunar orbit. It is said to be called the Moon Palace!"

Moon Palace?

Very strange pronunciation.

But what surprised Anders 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," said the incoherent, Camille took a deep breath and calmed himself a little. She excitedly watched the editor-in-chief Duke continue. "But No doubt, this news is absolutely enough to be on the headlines of tomorrow!"

Staring at the electronic version of the laptop, I watched it for a long time. Duke, who hadn’t talked, took a deep breath and watched Camille say with a trembling tone in excitement.

"Good job, you made a great achievement!"

The look in his eyes is getting more and more excited. He even thinks about the title of the headline tomorrow and the content of the article.

Just on the moon, I was thinking about building a space station on the lunar orbit?

In addition to the word not self-reliant, what other words can be used to describe opponents across the Pacific?

......

As soon as the news that China will build a space station on the lunar orbit was made public, it immediately set off an uproar on a global scale.

Not just the New York Times, but many newspapers in North America, including the Washington Post, have reported on this news.

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

Even the Americans, the relevant plans are in the research stage, and will not be officially launched until 2022.

Undoubtedly, in the eyes of most Americans, the plan announced by China is simply a fantasy.

I didn’t learn to walk, I started to learn to run. Is this realistic?

If North American newspapers are a little convergent when reporting this news, then some talk shows are ridiculously ridiculed or mocked.

Of course, the North American media, even if it is not self-sufficient to ridicule the Chinese, did not say too absolutely.

After all, there are examples of the auspicious, first of all, even if the media is more radical, and do not dare to quote the views of nasa experts, it is certain that the lunar orbit space station plan of China will fail.

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 the domestic.

Lu Zhou estimated that he was offended by someone, but he was too lazy to care about these little things.

What can affect him even if he offends someone?

Most people still have a brain.

As for those who have no brains...

It has nothing to do with him.

After returning to Jinling, his life rhythm gradually became busy, and there was no extra energy to pay attention to online matters.

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

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

"Who?"

“Report by Xu Wenhao, Institute of Biochemistry, Institute of Biochemistry!”

As soon as I heard the sound of the door outside, Lu Zhou almost didn't laugh out loud.

Is this to sing? Still doing it?

Thinking of his task before going to Beijing, Lu Zhou coughed softly, adjusted the expression on his face and said.

"come in."

The door of the office was pushed open. Comrade Xu Wenhao, who was said to be his own younger brother, took a stack of information in his hand and walked in with red light.

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

Looking at the young man's face, he solemnly put the test results and the remaining samples on his desk, and the whole Luzhou was a little embarrassed.

"...well, hard work."

"Not hard, not hard," Xu Wenhao smiled slyly, reaching out and scratching his head. "Which... can you sign me a name? You can sign this electrochemical reference book." ""

As he said, he and the magic, from behind, pulled out a reference book on the principle of electrochemistry.

Suddenly watching his set of operations, Lu Zhou decided to say: "Well, take it."

Xu Wenhao smiled and handed the book over: "Well."

Signing such a small matter is not a waste for Lu Zhou. He has signed more words a day.

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

"You are learning electrochemistry?"

Xu Wenhao was embarrassed and smiled and said: "Yeah, I think I can still work hard and try to get to the Institute of Computational Materials."

The Institute of Biochemistry is a research unit isolated from the Institute of Computational Materials. Although there are many research funds, it is far less fragrant than the Institute of Computational Materials.

After all, the former is just an emerging research unit, and the latter is one of the birthplaces of computational materials science in the world. Others say that domestic computational materials scholars have sharpened their heads and want to squeeze inside, even if He is a Ph.D. graduated from many famous universities abroad, and he also has a pilgrimage desire here.

For the Jinling Institute of Advanced Studies, most of the doctors or masters who have been admitted to the Institute of Biochemistry, regardless of the professional counterparts, are almost inspirational to the Institute of Computational Materials.

Anyway, the biochemical ring material has four large pits. The future is basically the same. If you can, it is naturally a pit that is more comfortable.

Probably able to understand Xu Wenhao's thoughts, Lu Zhou smiled and shook his head and wrote his name on the title page of the book.

At this moment, he suddenly thought of something, so he said: "I remember your direction is biochemistry."

I didn't expect the idol to notice such a small person, Xu Wenhao was flattered and nodded.

"Yes."

Lu Zhou stopped the pen in his hand and thought for a while.

"In fact, you don't have to go to the Institute of Computational Materials. In the next few years, the Institute of Biochemistry is also one of the key development directions of our institute."

Xu Wenhao slightly stunned and immediately widened his eyes and excited: "Really?"

"Do I have to lie to you?" Lu Zhou smiled and threw the signed reference book back into his hand. He stood up and patted him on the shoulder. "The young man is going to cheer, I am optimistic about you." ”

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