I heard these four words spoken by General Shenjian.
Li Jue on the side also nodded in agreement.
As two pure output "warriors".
In this situation involving a moral dispute between "Master" and different opinions, the most appropriate method is of course...
Shake people!
Actually.
Similar situations have happened in the past. When encountering problems that are difficult to decide and transcend the base level, the base leadership will seek help from "home".
So soon.
Li Jue made a calm gesture towards Lu Guangda and the others.
He strode to the small cabinet next to the tea room, took out a key from his body, fiddled with it a few times, and took out a wired telephone from the second floor.
Then he put the phone to his ear and dialed a number skillfully.
The phone Li Jue took out shared the same frequency band with the landline phone in his office, and was directly connected to the office of the top leader of the Capital Second Machinery Department.
Half a minute later.
A male voice with a strong Jizhou accent came from the other end of the phone:
"Hello, please say."
The person on the other end of the phone only said hello and didn't introduce himself. He sounded a little cold.
However, Li Jue was not unfamiliar with this voice. He paused for two seconds and then said:
"Bu Liu, it's me, Li Jue."
The answer from the other side is still very short:
"Yeah, I know, what's the matter?"
Li Jue raised his eyes and scanned the room, focusing on Lao Guo's notebook for a while before continuing:
"Bu Liu, it's like this."
"Currently, the mine is encountering some technical difficulties. Due to the special situation, several experts were unable to reach a consensus for a while."
"So we want to ask our family to help us make a decision on whether to adopt or abandon this plan."
"..."
There was a clicking sound from the other end of the phone. It sounded like Mr. Liu put down the pen or cup in his hand:
"Comrade Li Jue, if I remember correctly, Director Zhang should be in the mine right now, right?"
Li Jue nodded and glanced at General Shenjian who was smoking beside him:
"That's right, Director Zhang just arrived at the mine from Malan yesterday - and now he is with me."
Hear this.
The voice of the other person on the phone, Liu Bu, could not help but rise a little higher, with a hint of obvious surprise:
"Why, Director Zhang can't even make up his mind?"
In terms of individual job levels, General Shenjian is even much higher than Liu Bu himself. As a result, even an elder like him cannot be defeated?
This is a little different...
"Yes."
Li Jue sighed quietly and briefly introduced the entire situation to Bu Liu.
Of course.
The introduction here is basically based on events rather than theory.
That is, the base encountered a problem, Xu Yun gave a plan, but everyone had obvious differences, etc...
After a while.
Liu Bu's voice came from the microphone:
"Proton electrostatic accelerator? Good guy, this is really brave..."
Liu Bu originally seemed to want to say bold, but after hesitating for a while, he changed it to a more complimentary word:
"What a wild idea..."
As the current main person in charge of the Second Machinery Department, Liu Bu...that is, Liu Bosheng has been in charge of industrial information since the establishment of New China.
Therefore, I am naturally not unfamiliar with electrostatic accelerators.
This is a truly important weapon of the country, and not even Liu Bosheng or General Shenjian is qualified to decide its fate.
So while I was surprised by this plan.
Liu Bosheng also remembered the name of the international student Li Jue said.
Han Li...
Think of this.
Liu Bosheng couldn't help but take a deep breath and said to Li Jue:
"Comrade Li Jue, let's do this. You can send the plan via telegram later - the telegram should be as detailed as possible. I'll go find the comrades at the Radar Institute to find out the situation."
"It's 10:29 in the morning... I'll try to get back to you by 7 in the afternoon... No, I'll get back to you before 6:00."
Li Jue's expression became solemn:
"No problem, Bu Liu, I will go find the comrades in the Radio Department to report it now."
After hanging up the phone.
Li Jue looked around at the crowd, adjusted his glasses, and said:
"Several of you, our families already know the news. Bu Liu asked us to send the relevant telegram back as soon as possible."
"So Lao Guo, please go out and cooperate with the comrades at the Radio Center to send a telegram."
Lao Guo has no objection to this.
Later, the small meeting was temporarily dismissed without any results. Li Jue took General Shenjian and Lao Guo to the radio center next to the factory office and began to send telegrams to his home.
Those who were telegraph operators in their previous lives should all know this.
In an era when communications were underdeveloped and telegraphs were commonly used, the postal and telecommunications departments divided telegraphs into many types.
In addition to ordinary telegrams and urgent telegrams, there are also various services such as wire transfers, flower telegrams, and authentic telegrams.
Nowadays, the unit price of a telegram is 14 cents per character, which means typing five characters costs 70 cents.
Therefore, the contents of telegrams in this era were basically very short, and the most representative contents were two types:
[Mother/father is sick and will return soon] and [Pick up tonight].
However, for Factory 221, the cost of the telegram is a trivial matter, and the key is not to leak the secret.
Half an hour later.
Multiple telegrams with full characters were sent from Factory 221. They were first transmitted to Jinling, and then transferred to the Ministry of Geology... which later became the Bureau of Mineral and Geological Exploration under the Ministry of Geology and Mineral Resources.
The contents of the telegram were systematically encrypted, and on the surface it looked like an ordinary routine report.
For example, traces of certain minerals were found in a certain place, etc., nothing special.
But after leaving the mailroom of the Bureau of Mineral and Geological Survey.
These telegrams were urgently sent to another room, and after several relays, they finally arrived...
In the hands of Liu Bosheng, the head of the Second Machinery Department.
"...."
Look at the five telegrams in front of you.
Liu Bosheng thought for a moment, put them aside, picked up a pamphlet from the table and flipped through it.
The booklet contains densely packed names of people, positions and units, including many top meritorious figures who will be famous for generations to come.
Liu Bosheng skillfully turned the booklet to a page in the middle, and his eyes first stayed on the three words Shu Xingbei in the first line for a few seconds.
But he quickly shook his head and moved to the next line.
After several screenings.
Liu Bosheng finally found a suitable candidate, picked up the phone and dialed a number:
"Hello, my name is Liu Bosheng. Please transfer me to the 10th Research Institute of the National Defense Science and Technology Commission... Well, the matter is urgent, please hurry up."
Then very quickly.
A burst of transferred music came from the microphone.
About half a minute passed.
The phone clicked and someone answered it, and a very clear-sounding female voice sounded from the other end:
"Hello, Bu Liu, this is the office of the 10th Research Institute. I am Huang Tingting, the assistant to the dean on duty today."
"Hello, Comrade Xiao Huang."
Liu Bosheng said hello to the other party calmly, and then said quickly:
"Is Comrade Sun Junren online? If so, please transfer it to me."
"Dean Sun?"
Right on the phone.
I heard the name Sun Junren.
There was a hint of hesitation in Huang Tingting's tone, and she slowly said as if explaining:
"Dean Sun is in the hospital, but he is attending a meeting with the leaders at the moment. I'm afraid I won't be able to reply to you online for a while..."
Liu Bosheng heard the other party's polite refusal, but he still insisted and shook his head:
"Comrade Xiao Huang, please tell Dean Sun that I have something very, very, very important to discuss with him, and I ask him to come over."
Liu Bosheng said three extremes in a row, each time with an emphasis on tone, to express the urgency of the matter.
no way.
Sun Junren himself knew about Factory 221...or the entire nuclear weapons development project.
But it's hard to say for an assistant to the dean like Huang Tingting. She may know, or she may not be at a level where she can tell the truth.
for example.
Next door is the Sixth Research Institute responsible for aerospace.
Their top leader, Old Tang, also knew information about the nuclear weapons project, but his assistant knew nothing about it.
If the same is true for Huang Tingting, it would be a big mistake to mention this matter rashly, and it may even cause harm to both parties.
Therefore, Liu Bosheng could only give hints in words, hoping that Huang Tingting could understand.
If Huang Tingting still expressed that she was helpless, then he would have no choice but to go to the Tenth Hospital in person.
Fortunately, Huang Tingting's business ability is not bad, and she quickly understood what Lao Guo meant.
"...Is it important news?"
The person on the phone was silent for about twenty seconds. Finally, Huang Tingting gritted her teeth and said:
"Okay, Bu Liu, I will go to Dean Sun to report the situation now."
"By the way, do you think you should stay online, or wait until I have the results and call you back later?"
Liu Jie was no stranger to the layout of the Tenth Hospital. He knew that the hospital offices and conference rooms were on the upper and lower floors of the same building, so he said:
"There's no need to call back. I'll stay online. Thank you for your hard work, Comrade Xiao Huang."
"...Okay, please wait a moment."
There was a sound on the other end of the phone soon.
It sounded like someone put the microphone on the table and walked away quickly.
Liu Bosheng picked up a cigarette from the table, held it in his mouth and started smoking slowly.
About five minutes passed.
Suddenly there was a noise from the microphone, and you could faintly hear other people in the duty room saying "Hello, Dean", followed by another crashing sound.
Liu Bosheng immediately had a guess in his mind.
as expected.
The microphone on the opposite side was quickly picked up, and the speaker changed from Huang Tingting to a man:
"Hello, Comrade Bosheng, I am Sun Junren."
"Ah, Dean Sun, I really take the liberty of disturbing you."
Although Liu Bosheng was apologizing, the expression on his face was obviously relaxed and he said:
"Dean Sun, is it convenient for you to talk over there?"
Sun Junren quickly hummed and explained:
"It's convenient, Comrade Bosheng, just say what you have to say. I have asked everyone else to leave the house - and they have retreated downstairs. There are still my guards watching in the corridor."
Although I still don’t know why Liu Bosheng suddenly looked for me in a hurry.
But both Liu Bosheng himself and the metaphor he relayed through Huang Tingting are obviously related to nuclear weapons.
Therefore, Sun Junren made relevant arrangements before entering the door to ensure that no other person could hear him.
In the office of the Second Machinery Department.
Liu Jie tapped the table twice with his index finger, then picked up the telegram in front of him, looked at it a few times, and said to Sun Junren:
"Dean Sun, in the *** meeting two days ago, you should have heard about the problems encountered by Factory 221 during the detonation laboratory, right?"
Sun Junren nodded. A large part of the current communication technology in the three major bases was provided by the Tenth Academy, so he would not be absent from every meeting:
"Well, I know. I remember that Lao Li and the others made a weather forecast in order to solve this problem. The person who led the calculation was Comrade Ye Duzheng."
"Oh, by the way, the predicted date seems to be today, right?"
"That's right, today is the day."
Liu Bosheng affirmed Sun Junren's words, and then sighed slightly:
"But unfortunately, the prediction failed on the first day - about five hours ago, there was a heavy rain that lasted for two hours in Jinyintan."
"In the base's earlier forecast, there should be no precipitation today..."
"..."
Sun Jun was silent.
As one of the top radar experts in the country, he actually has some understanding of meteorological data and has a rough idea of the difficulty.
So as early as during the meeting, he had already had a hunch that the base's prediction would most likely fail.
But a hunch is a hunch.
When it really happened, Sun Junren still felt a sense of regret and helplessness in his heart.
But after all, he was a man who had gone through great storms. After the initial regrets, he quickly adjusted his mood and said to Liu Bosheng:
"Comrade Bosheng, just tell me directly, what do the comrades in Factory 221 want our Tenth Institute to do? I will try my best to cooperate."
In Sun Junren's view.
Factory 221 probably wanted to conduct another large-scale manpower surveying and mapping, so it asked Liu Bosheng to make such a call, hoping to get the hospital to support some long-distance communication equipment:
The current communication equipment of Factory 221 can only support encrypted communication up to 200 kilometers away. Maybe their new goal is 250 or even 300 kilometers?
After all, the farther the distance, the more complete the data sample is, and the more likely it is to get accurate prediction results.
Sun Junren is not very disgusted by this, but the question is, can Factory 221 really devote so many manpower?
After all, the increase in surveying and mapping distance is not only the straight line length, but also the radiation area...
Could it be that Factory 221 plans to attract another group of workers?
While Sun Junren was thinking, his opponent Liu Bosheng also spoke:
"That's it, Dean Sun."
"After today's failure, Factory 221 hopes to conduct another revised calculation to see if there is any possibility of making up for it...or in other words, salvaging it."
Sun Junren nodded after hearing this.
Sure enough...
But soon.
Liu Bosheng's next words were somewhat beyond his expectations:
"However, Factory 221 does not plan to use manual detection this time, but plans to set up a piece of equipment for data collection."
"Build equipment?"
Sun Junren suddenly frowned and asked:
"What equipment? Multi-frequency value phase difference anemometer?"
Liu Bosheng shook his head:
"No, it's a radar."
"What did you say?"
Inside the hospital office.
Hear the word radar.
Sun Junren subconsciously poked his neck forward in a funny way, his eyes widened, and he said in astonishment:
"Radar? This... what kind of smart idea is this?"
at the same time.
Sun Junren also felt a mixture of relief and absurd emotions in his heart.
He was relieved because he finally understood the reason why Liu Bosheng was looking for him - looking at the country, he, Luo Peilin, Bi Dexian and Baozheng are the only four top radar experts at present.
Oh, there is also Shu Xingbei, but Lao Shu is still staying at Jiaoao Medical College for some reasons.
Considering the special nature of Factory 221, he and Baozheng are currently the only ones who are more qualified to contact this matter.
No wonder Liu Bosheng was looking for him in such a hurry.
As for absurdity...
It’s because wanting to use radar to collect weather data is almost a wishful thinking!
Internationally, weather radars have been available in the past four years, while domestically, the 703 weather radar was launched a few years ago.
But whether it is domestic or foreign, weather radar currently has only one purpose:
Observe large storms.
The reason for this situation is that the accuracy of weather radar can only observe this thing.
Think of this.
Sun Junren couldn't help but shook his head, preparing to use his theoretical knowledge to refute Liu Bosheng head-on:
"Comrade Pasen, let me ask you, what kind of radar do Factory 221 want to design?"
Liu Bosheng flipped through the dense derivation process several times, and finally pulled out a telegram that was at the bottom of the list:
"Found it, its name is Weather Doppler...Oh, Weather Doppler radar."
Liu Bosheng had just finished speaking.
Sun Junren, who was on the other end of the phone, was silent for a few seconds, and then he raised his tone several times, even speaking in the northern Jiangsu dialect:
"NIA? Comrade Pathein, what did you say? Weather Doppler radar?"
Liu Bosheng nodded and looked at the telegram again:
"That's right, what the telegram said was the weather Doppler radar."
"Are you kidding me?"
Sun Junren moved the microphone from his ear to his face, spitting like water, as if what he was holding was not the microphone but Liu Bosheng's collar:
"Comrade Pasen, do you know what the concept of weather Doppler radar is?"
"According to our latest information, it is a fantasy device that has been classified as top secret even across the sea, and the design sketch has not even been made yet. But you told me that Factory 221 is planning to tinker with this thing?"
"Do you have design drawings? Do you have the corresponding system theory? Do you have the ability to generate parts?"
Say the last thing.
Sun Junren couldn't hold back his emotions anymore, and started to press like crazy:
"Let's put it this way, if we want to build a weather Doppler radar in China now, it would be enough if someone from the future decades later returns to the present!"
"If Factory 221 can develop a weather Doppler radar now, I will go and give the ax that von Karman gave to Lao Guo, which is said to be used by Maxwell, to Ken on the spot! - just as old BJ Douzhier chews it!
"
"...."
The person on the other end of the phone, Liu Bosheng, was silent for a long time, as if he was being restrained by Sun Junren.
Just when Sun Junren was wondering if his tone was a little heavy.
Liu Bosheng suddenly spoke slowly:
"Dean Sun, what you said may make sense, but..."
"In addition to the name, the telegram sent from Factory 221 also recorded the relevant theoretical system and component composition, oh, and Comrade Lu Guangda's derivation results..."
The words just fell.
There was a crisp impact sound in Liu Bosheng's ears, like the microphone hitting the corner of the table.
Immediately afterwards.
There was another groping sound coming from the phone, as if someone was picking it up in a panic.
After a while.
Sun Junren's urgent voice finally came from the other side of the phone:
"Where is the telegram? Where is the telegram? Comrade Pasen, please send it over quickly!"
.........
Note:
I was asked to change a little bit of the text and was blocked twice, so today’s update is missing a few hundred words and I’ll make up for it next month.
In addition, I saw that many readers in the group are chatting. Let me explain here. The name in the news is my mother's, not mine...