The monitoring system is the slowest weakness.-<  >-(The temperature sensor customized from the United States traveled across the ocean and then changed to railways and finally arrived in Dongying. The program completed the rough prototype.

Even so, the programmers still showed a proud look on their faces, as if they had done something amazing.

Su Cheng missed: In contrast, programmers in later generations are the real "model workers". Low wages and low benefits, no complaints or fatigue, the phone is turned on 24 hours a day...

The monitoring main system is located at a traffic station not far from the headquarters.

Oilfields have begun to use computers to verify production, and placed near flow stations can reduce the workload of repair personnel.

After two days of busy work, the old PC finally revealed red, green, black and white. The oil field's own construction team, with the assistance of two foreigners, barely installed the temperature sensor.

100,000 sensors are spread throughout the main pipelines of the oil field. In this way, the monitoring system will be initially completed.

Huan Chenqiang invited Su Cheng to come forward and invited Lin Yonggui. A group of people squeezed into the monitoring room and listened to Sikong Jia explaining how to use it to the oil field employees:

"These green light spots represent temperature sensors. If they turn red, it means there is a problem. It may be a problem with the temperature sensor, or it may be an oil leakage in the oil storage pipe. No matter which type, it needs to be checked. If it turns yellow, it means there is a faint temperature change, and the reason is similar to the change. However, you don't need to check the yellow temperature sensor immediately. It is best to notify the passing guards and check it along the way, mainly paying attention to whether there are hidden small amounts of leakage..."

Sikong Jia looked at Sucheng in the middle and faced the middle, saying: "With a temperature sensor, leakage from the oil pipeline will be easily discovered. However, to solve the problem of oil stealing, you also need to solve the number and speed of the guard team and contact the local police. We suggest that the guard team should use a high-frequency intercom."

"It's ready." Kang Mingdong, who is tall and powerful, is a demobilized soldier. He has reached the level of a regiment and is very prestigious in the Security Department. Today is the first day of the temperature sensor being started. The Security Department organized three capable teams to prepare to catch as many people as possible.

Sikong Jia nodded and said softly: "We have only installed temperature sensors on the main oil storage pipelines now, so you still need to patrol the branch."

Oil fields and cities are as huge as cities, and the oil pipelines are like streets and alleys, spreading very wide. There are only a few guards from the security department. At night, I can't see them at all.

With temperature sensors, there is also a team nearby that can respond quickly.

Lin Yonggui nodded slightly and said, "From this year, the guards will double and get you a car. (_-<  >-)"

Kang Mingdong immediately expressed his loyalty: "We firmly complete the oil field escort work."

"Well. We must actively cooperate with the police and closely connect with the masses."

"Yes." Kang Mingdong was not worried about the gas rat, but instead had a headache about the police. Although the oil field often gave benefits to local police stations, it was still a big deal to buy it. Moreover, since most gas rats are locals, the relationship between them is difficult to figure out and cannot be solved.

Su Cheng blinked and didn't say anything. He knew that the further he went, the more difficult it was to patrol the oil field. The more money the oil mice made, the more natural the bird guns were replaced, and the equipment became more and more advanced. Generations of police officers gradually got rid of the shadow of the Oilfield Administration.

He was not good at saying anything in this regard, so he stared at Sikong Jia in front of him.

It's delicious and delicious.

Seeing her three brothers, they were almost intoxicated. Su Cheng thought to himself: Computer majors have always had more wolves and fewer meat. Maybe there were only one or two pieces of meat in the 1980s... It seems that programmers in the 1980s were quite dedicated.

Green light spots representing the temperature sensor are spread all over the computer screen.

In the evening, it was the peak period for oil mice to steal oil. Lin Yonggui stood there waiting to see, and it was hard for others to leave.

This wait took nearly an hour.

Huan Chenqiang's mouth was dry and finally a green light turned red.

He was so excited that he saw a traffic jam for 3 days after seeing a traveler on the expressway and shouted loudly: "It's red, it's red."

The monitor had already picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted: "Squad 1, this is the monitoring room, No. 783, District 13, has turned red.

The intercom "Zila" sounded and replied: "Surveillance Room, this is Team 1, where is District 13?"

The area is newly compiled.

Kang Mingdong suddenly blushed and scolded angrily: "It's Lao Liangkou."

The monitor repeated the side, and the team 1 said, "I know, let's go now", and only the "rustling" sound was left.

Everyone is waiting with peace of mind.

Sikong Jia stood beside Su Cheng at some point and said in a soft voice: "You are Director Su, right? I asked someone else, you are a graduate of the Chinese Department of Peking University, how can you do a customer interface?"

She was so curious that she came to ask.

Su Cheng smirked and said, "I think it is, and my name is not called an interface, at best it is a schematic diagram."

"I have searched through many journals and mobilized my classmates to look for them, but I have never seen a similar interface." Sikong Jia looked like he had discovered the secret and asked: "I heard that you know several foreigners. Is it a software that foreign designers have not completed?"

"It's more like dreaming about it when I'm dreaming."

"How is that possible."

"Of course it's possible. Maybe we are God's program. He inserted a user interface explanation to me and instructed me to give it to you to complete it." Su Cheng joked and watched Sikong Jia from top to bottom, only to feel that she was like an ethereal bamboo, and the dialogue itself made people feel comfortable.

"Your statement is quite interesting. Is it a science fiction novel?" Sikong Jia looked very interested.

"Have you ever heard of this kind of saying?" Su Cheng listened to her voice, his heart pounded twice. The girl's voice was really irritating.

Sikong Jia frowned and said, "I have only read a few Verne's science fiction novels, including "Invisible Man", "Star Wars", "Space Divine Comedy"..."

What she said was the pitiful science fiction novel that people in this era could read less and less. The 1980s was the era when Chinese people liked literature the most, especially modern literature. No matter how awkward the words were, they would read them. No Chinese was eager to read. It was not that they loved learning, but that they lacked spiritual life.

The it industry was probably the first industry in China to come into contact with science fiction. In this regard, it is much better than the liberal arts students who studied engineering and agriculture. However, the science fiction translated in Chinese tends to be early classics, while the science fiction written by Chinese tends to be fairy tales, which is completely different from the ones that Su Cheng later came into contact with.

Sikong Jia likes science fiction novels, but he can read very few. Not only can he not buy or even borrow. The novel feels as rare as books from 200 years ago.

Everyone was chatting in a low voice. Su Cheng recalled several science fiction novels and movies about computers, artificial intelligence and robots, mixed together and introduced them in a low voice.

Sikong Jia's eyes lit up when he heard this.

Being admired by the beauty with her big eyes made Su Cheng's self-confidence burst. Time passed quickly.

It's just a pity for the three software seniors. They work hard while trying to be jealous...

"The monitoring room, monitoring room, here is a team of 1. We caught the fuel rat. We caught the fuel rat. There were 3 people in total and a motorcycle." The sound on the intercom cheered everyone up.

The surveillance officer of the security department quickly turned on the walkie-talkie and shouted: "Squad 1, you have done a good job. Please send the fuel rat to the police station."

"I understand, send it to the police station."

The call ended. Secretary Lin took the lead and applauded "sheep".

Su Cheng also stood up and applauded in a pretentious manner.

It was getting late at this time. Lin Yonggui said a few words to work hard and left the monitoring room. The others went out in sequence, leaving only the people from the security department to continue studying and working there.

Outside the door, where there are no street lights, it is dark.

Su Cheng asked Sikong Jia, "Where do you live? How do you go back?"

"Just at the oilfield guesthouse, I have called my friends to pick me up." Sikong Jia said softly: "The story is very nice, thank you."

Su Cheng waved goodbye and watched Sikong Jia walk towards the bicycle parking shed.

Several boys stood there, all looking at Sikong Jia with bright eyes.

Somehow, Su Cheng suddenly felt nervous and thought: Does she have a boyfriend?

It was so lingering. Two more girls walked out of the street lights and chatted with Sikong Jia. Su Cheng felt relieved and couldn't help but curse: What are you shy about seeing people? You want to hide under the dark shadow of the street lights. Those who don't know think they are robbers.

That night, a total of 4 14 fuel mice were arrested, 6 motorcycles and 1 pickup truck were seized.

Lin Yonggui was both surprised and happy. He was surprised that there were many, so he still could afford to use the mouse that dared to dig holes in the main pipe. He didn't know how many fuel rats there were on other small pipes. He was happy that the temperature sensor was useful. This was the decision he made this year. Everyone was watching. If millions of yuan were wasted, it would be very shameful.

The next morning, Su Cheng drove the car and naturally arrived at the monitoring room.

Sikong Jia had already come, so Su Cheng talked to her about the technology of oil field oil pipes while telling her science fiction novels.

Until Kang Mingdong came in angrily and threw his hat to the ground.

"What's wrong?" Su Cheng asked strangely.

Kang Mingdong found a glass of water casually, drank it, and said, "The 14 people arrested yesterday, 12 of them were sentenced to public security detention. They were released in one week. The remaining two main culprits who pleaded guilty were criminally detained, which could not be said."

"How could this happen?" The staff in front had already jumped up.

"It's said that there is insufficient evidence." Kang Mingdong spat and said, "Everyone said that they were first offenders. Will they go to the main pipeline to celebrate? Will they drive motorcycles and modified pickup trucks?"

Su Cheng didn't say anything. His current technical equipment was backward. If he didn't use any means, except for the on-site evidence, the police would be whatever the prisoners were recruiting, and the police were usually unwilling to spend time on-site investigations.

Even a few years ago, the police station and the procuratorate listened to the oil field and could only sentence them to heavy sentences, and could not make any sentences out of nothing. Of course, it is even more troublesome now, and even heavy sentences cannot be found.

"Why would you like to ask Secretary Lin?" someone suggested.

Kang Mingdong gritted his teeth and said, "I'll ask."

Su Cheng quickly grabbed him and said, "Chen Kang, don't be anxious. Think about it first."

Although he was not familiar with Su Cheng, Kang Mingdong stopped and asked, "Do you have a way?" To be continued...
Chapter completed!