Ji Zhangqiu opened the laptop as he spoke, then clicked on the startup button, and then a login page popped up.
Zhang Hao watched the other party quickly enter the login account and password, and finally a black and white desktop appeared, which looked like a copycat version of the operating system.
"Uncle Ji, isn't this a Microsoft system?"
Ji Zhangqiu nodded: "Of course not. This is an operating system developed internally by the Federal Security Agency. Although it is a bit crude, it is much safer than Microsoft's system."
"Okay, don't be too pretentious, what's on this?" Zhang Hao was full of curiosity.
"Don't worry, let me introduce it to you slowly."
Ji Zhangqiu paused, then clicked on a text document and solemnly introduced:
"This is the emergency contact information for the six secret bases of the Federation. It can only be activated if an emergency occurs. Under normal circumstances, it should not be exposed easily."
"Emergency situation? What is it specifically?"
Zhang Hao quickly asked.
"Then let me give you a few common examples, such as wars, military coups, large-scale natural disasters, comets hitting the earth..."
"A comet hit the earth?" Zhang Hao said in surprise.
"Even the Yellowstone volcano erupted, what else is impossible?" Ji Zhangqiu sighed.
Zhang Hao nodded, then glanced through the list, and couldn't help but be shocked:
"Uncle Ji, why is there no secret base in the capital?"
Logically speaking, this absolutely shouldn't be the case.
Ji Zhangqiu smiled knowingly, and then explained: "Because the base of the capital is public, many people know that it is right under our feet. If you have time later, you can have someone take you down to visit."
Zhang Hao suddenly realized:
"No wonder the Consul's Palace needs to be rebuilt, and many buildings such as the Parliament Building are converted from shopping malls and office buildings. It turns out that this is the reason."
"You are right. As the center of the federation, the Consul's Palace's importance cannot be replaced by other departments."
Ji Zhangqiu echoed, and then opened another text document:
"This is the backup contact information for all the regional leaders, governors, mayors, major agencies, important institutions, enterprises and institutions, as well as the leaders of the nine military regions and dozens of military divisions below. It uses the military's communication
Channel, if you encounter communication interruption, you can try it."
Zhang Hao nodded and asked casually: "Uncle Ji, what if the backup contact method cannot be reached? What should we do?"
"It's very simple. Then call the nearest unit to support you." Ji Zhangqiu reached out and patted Zhang Hao's shoulder, smiled and reassured: "Don't worry, there will be someone to teach you this in the future."
"I see."
"Okay, there are only these two contents in this computer, and I have already introduced them."
Zhang Hao couldn't help but said in surprise: "That's it? Is there nothing else? Where is the nuclear weapon button?"
"Without the nuclear weapons button you mentioned, all our regions are one family. How could our own people use nuclear weapons against our own people?"
"No, those nuclear missiles are not just decorations, are they?" Zhang Hao frowned.
"I understand what you mean."
Ji Zhangqiu waved his hand and quickly explained:
"Actually, it is another system, mainly used to prevent asteroid impacts, and is currently managed by the Federal Space Agency.
Of course, it is of a higher level and is not so easy to put into use. It requires dual authorization from the consul and Congress, and it will not work without either one."
Zhang Hao touched his chin and did not continue to ask any more questions.
Seeing this, Ji Zhangqiu moved his fingers and opened an interface again: "Okay, I have said everything that needs to be said, and there is one last thing left to do, change the password."
"Can any password be used?"
"Don't make it too simple, and it's best not to use the pinyin and date of birth of your own or family members' names, as it can be easily cracked by others."
Ji Zhangqiu reminded.
Then he left the desk consciously.
Zhang Hao nodded, suddenly an idea flashed, and he quickly entered a password:
"zhangkexin1250716."
Zhang Kexin is the name of the little granddaughter in the dream, followed by her date of birth. In the real world, I am afraid no one can guess it except himself.
"Uncle Ji, the password has been changed. Do you have anything else to ask?"
Ji Zhangqiu turned around: "According to the tradition of the consul's mansion, I left you a letter in the middle drawer. After I leave, you can open it and read it yourself. I hope it can be helpful to you."
Zhang Hao opened the middle drawer, and sure enough there was a letter lying inside. He stretched out his hand and pinched the thickness. It bulged, and there were at least five or six pieces of letter paper.
"Uncle Ji, what is written in the letter?"
"You kid, don't you have any patience at all?"
Ji Zhangqiu laughed and cursed.
Zhang Hao stuffed the envelope back into the drawer, smiled and nodded: "Okay, I'll read it at night."
Next, the two chatted for more than two hours. Ji Zhangqiu shared a lot of governance experience and work tips, which made Zhang Hao feel very fruitful.
At 5:30 in the afternoon, Ji Zhangqiu glanced at his watch and suddenly stood up: "It's almost time. It's time for me to leave. Let's talk when we have time."
"Let's have dinner before we go?"
Zhang Hao took the initiative to persuade him to stay.
Ji Zhangqiu shook his head and said considerately: "No, today is your first day staying at the Consul's Mansion. Tonight belongs to you and your family. Enjoy this wonderful night!"
"Okay, after I'm done with this period of work, let's have a casual meal together."
Zhang Hao follows the path of good deeds.
After saying that, the two people left the consul's office.
Before leaving, Ji Zhangqiu summoned most of the staff of the consul's residence to the hall and formally introduced the new consul to everyone.
In particular, Xia Congwen and other key personnel introduced each one in detail.
Finally, at Ji Zhangqiu's suggestion, Zhang Hao gave a brief speech on the spot.
"Pa bang bang..."
After the applause ended, under the leadership of Zhang Hao, everyone gathered around Ji Zhangqiu's family and sent the old leader to the gate.
Facing the swarming reporters, the old and new consuls stood in front of the consul's residence, holding their two big hands tightly together.
Soon, the flashbulbs flashed.
Photographers rushed to capture this important historical moment.
It heralds that a new era has begun.
…
On the other side, there is the East Lake Villa Community.
Zhang Chongxin and others are watching the live news.
In the TV screen, the new consul Zhang Hao personally put Ji Zhangqiu and his family into the car, then waved his hands and refused to leave for a long time. He waited until the car's taillights disappeared before returning to the consul's residence.
Cao Fan couldn't help but said with envy: "My uncle is so handsome! This is what a man should do."
"Duoduo, you guys want to learn from your uncle and aspire to be high officials, do you know?"
Zhang Jiahui took the opportunity to teach.
Duoduo is the eldest granddaughter of their family.
The situation has become more and more obvious in the past few years. If you want to live a safe life, an iron job is the best choice. After all, money often doesn't work.
"Grandma, I got it."
"Grandma, I also want to be a consul when I grow up."
"I want to be a greater official than a consul."
The little kids were chattering away.
Li Dajuan smiled slightly and touched the little guy's head: "Longlong, Grandma tells you that the consul is already the highest official. If you want to be a consul, then you should be a consul."
Zhang Jiayi couldn't help but interrupt: "Mom, where did you get the clothes Xiaohao is wearing?"
It’s not that this suit is very good, on the contrary, it is a very shabby suit with two or three patches on it. It’s just for show.
And not only Zhang Hao, most of the people at the scene were wearing patchwork clothes. Only the special guests were dressed a little more decently, but all of them were old clothes.
"Those are your brother's clothes from ten years ago. Hua Qing took them out, washed them, and then ironed them."
Li Dajuan replied.
"Is the patch fake?" Zhang Jiayi guessed.
Li Dajuan glared at her second daughter: "Don't go out and talk nonsense. Everyone wears patched clothes. Your brother is the new consul. He must set an example. Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand."
"In the final analysis, it is not formalism..."
Zhang Jiaqi then laughed at herself.
She herself suffered a lot from it, and she never had the chance to wear new clothes.
"Okay, you're the only one who talks a lot." Zhang Chongxin interrupted, "If you want to wear new clothes, just resign. Then no one will be able to control you."
"Dad, that's not what Jiaqi meant."
Tao Junlin quickly stepped forward to smooth things over.
Zhang Chongxin snorted coldly: "With her outspoken character, I don't know how she became the director of the department. I think she will suffer a big loss sooner or later."
Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Cao Fan quickly interrupted: "Grandpa, my uncle has sent a message in the group, asking them to meet at the consul's residence now."
"Then what are you waiting for? Let's go quickly!"
Zhang Chongxin said impatiently.
More than half an hour later, after going through layers of security checks, everyone finally arrived at the consul's residence.
Zhang Hao stood at the door with his wife and children to greet him:
"Dad, Mom, everyone is here."
When An An and Kangkang saw their grandma and grandma, they immediately took the two elderly people to see their new bedroom.
Soon, Li Dajuan and a large group of women and little guys left.
Zhang Hao glanced around the remaining people and couldn't help but wonder: "Dad, where are Uncle Fan and the others? Why didn't they come?"
"Lao Fan is a little uncomfortable, they will go back in the afternoon." Zhang Chongxin replied.
"Really? Then I'll invite them next time!"
Zhang Hao nodded.
There are often activities at the Consul's Residence, and opportunities abound.
Zhang Chongyi couldn't wait any longer: "Zhang Hao, please take us to visit this place quickly! Let the second uncle also open his eyes. I have been waiting all day."
Zhang Hao called several staff members, and then said to everyone:
"Second Uncle, there are too many of us, so let's go shopping separately. We'll have dinner directly after we finish shopping."
In less than two minutes, everyone dispersed.
Zhang Hao led his father and father-in-law to the consul's office.
"Dad, do you want to try this position?"
Zhang Chongxin was not polite and sat directly on the office chair that symbolized the highest power of the federation. In ancient times, he would have been considered the emperor.
Yang Dengbang smiled and complimented: "Old Zhang, you look more like a consul than Zhang Hao."
"Of course, I have been in the office for more than thirty years, but he is good. It's like he has a grudge against the office. He spends three days fishing and two days drying the net. He is not stable at all." Zhang Chongxin said proudly.
Zhang Hao shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently: "I was picked up as a consul from the beginning. The main character is to be elegant, easy-going, and approachable."
"You need to change your temper. Now that you have become a consul, you are still the same as before."
Zhang Chongxin lightly knocked on the table.
"Yes, I will change it." Zhang Hao nodded repeatedly, and then quickly changed the subject: "Dad, what do you think of my place? Do I need to buy anything?"
Zhang Chongxin looked around and shook his head:
"To be honest, your office here is not as good as my old office. It really needs to be decorated properly."
Yang Dengbang hurriedly advised: "Old Zhang, these are difficult times. As a consul, Zhang Hao's office cannot be decorated too luxuriously, otherwise it will easily cause criticism."
"Yes, yes, your father-in-law is right, this place is very good, there is nothing missing, don't change it."
Zhang Chongxin quickly agreed.
Zhang Hao smiled bitterly and explained casually: "I didn't say that I wanted to make major changes. I just added some furniture and a few potted plants to make it a little more comfortable."
"You are here to be a consul, not for your enjoyment. Don't do those vain things."
Zhang Chongxin waved his hand.
A good start is half the success, and he didn't want to see his son get into trouble because of these little things.
Zhang Hao said casually: "Okay, this matter is not urgent, we will talk about it later."
Zhang Chongxin originally wanted to give a few more words of advice, but when he thought of his son's current status, all the words were swallowed up.
Immediately afterwards, at the strong request of Zhang Chongxin and Zhang Hao, Yang Dengbang tried to sit in the consul's special office chair.
Yang Dengbang was a little cautious and stood up after sitting for more than ten seconds.
…
At dinner time, everyone gathered together.
In order to avoid being caught, dinner was prepared in the canteen of the consul's residence. It was very ordinary, just a little better than the lunch of the Congress, and at least it tasted a little meaty.
Another point to note is that this meat was not brought over by Zhang Hao and the others, but was a special subsidy from the consul, which averaged about half a catty of meat per day.
Although lunch was very simple and no drinks were provided, it did not affect the enthusiasm of everyone at all.
At nine o'clock in the evening, Zhang Hao led everyone to the roof of the consul's residence, preparing to enjoy the light show that was about to begin.
The light show is the only celebration reserved tonight. On the one hand, it is to celebrate the new governor of the Federation; on the other hand, it is also to create a festive atmosphere and give the people some hope.
However, due to the influence of sandstorms, the effect of the light show was not ideal and looked very blurry. It was better to go back home and watch live TV!
An hour later, Zhang Hao ordered the staff to send all the relatives back to the East Lake Villa, while his parents and father-in-law were left behind.
Let's go back to Huicheng together tomorrow morning.
Before going to bed, Zhang Hao took out the letter Ji Zhangqiu left for him.
Yang Huaqing asked while reading today's news: "Hubby, whose letter is this?"
In recent years, due to severe infrastructure damage and power shortages, many cities, especially small and medium-sized cities in inland areas, have gradually resumed the tradition of writing letters, and ordinary people have long been accustomed to it.
"Consul Ji left it to me."
Zhang Hao answered truthfully.
"Then take your time and watch!" Yang Huaqing said, lifting the quilt and putting on his coat: "I'm going to take a look at Guoguo."
Generally speaking, as long as it involves work matters, Yang Huaqing usually won't interfere, let alone such national affairs.