Rebirth 2009: Synthetic God

"What did they say over there?"

“There is no clear answer yet, but a protest has been expressed. ♦☜”

In the conference room of the Pacific Fleet, a certain officer sneered: "It doesn't matter, if they don't agree, we will execute military Y as planned. If the loss of an F22 is destined to be irreparable, I don't mind earning it back in terms of reputation and international situation. "

"It's like chess, one piece is taken, but we can win back more."

"Everyone, the Congressmen may prefer to make retrieving the wreckage the first goal."

The F22 is one of the backbones of the United States. Like the aircraft carrier, it cannot be judged solely in terms of monetary losses.

Over the years, it has been given countless layers of mythical color, and it has a special meaning in the eyes of people around the world.

Any anomaly about the F22 may become a global front page.

Especially now, the United States has been closely looking for clues about China's development of fifth-generation aircraft. If the wreckage is hacked, wouldn't it be handing bullets to the enemy?

There are many twists and turns here.

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A corner of a shipyard warehouse in a small county town in Fujian Province.

Simple conditions, simple space, but sitting there are a group of people who are not simple.

4 Universities, experts in various fields, come from different places all over the world, but they are all busy writing at this time.

The "flexible blackboard cloth" that almost circled the venue was divided into six areas by Zhou Rui. He held up a notebook, drew pictures with chalk, and conveyed instructions one by one.

The clicking sound of chalk and the swishing sound of countless pen tips are endless.

"The function formula of the curve on the blade is this, a\u003e0 and a≠1"

"Pneumatic nozzle drawing completed."

"Guan Lao reviewed the calculation."

"OK."

"There is an error in the bypass ratio."

"Let me take a look."

Some people are drawing pictures, and some people are doing calculations.

Zhou Rui did not arrange them one by one in order, but like filming a movie, six groups were done simultaneously.

Yuan Gao suddenly looked up and saw industry leaders gathering together, and suddenly felt a sense of time travel.

I still remember that when I was young, I would work on special tasks with my teacher. It was like this. The senior person would arrange the tasks at the top, while dozens of people below would collaborate and calculate together.

What were you doing at that time? Machine tools? Or chemical industry?

It's so nice, it feels like I'm back a few decades ago.

But gradually, some bad news also emerged.

"Zhougong, the control system is not working properly"

"Zhou Gong, calculation error"

"Zhou Gong, here"

"weekly worker"

Things haven't always been smooth sailing.

Because the content was too large, what Zhou Rui extracted from the "Thing Hall" was only a "catalog".

When it is necessary to expand the "catalog" into "full text", there are too many branches.

This is also the reason why Zhou Rui needs 4 jobs. He needs these people's hands, and even more needs these people's brains.

In the first three hours, everything went smoothly. Zhou Rui and 50 people successfully completed the design of hundreds of parts. However, as the number increased, the correlation between each part also gradually increased, and a large number of problems were exposed.

“This culvert is wrong”

"Is my pressure coefficient too high?"

Seeing that a critical battle seemed to have reached a stalemate, the expert team also began to have doubts. ░▒▓██▓▒░

Will it really turn into a farce?

Where did the things in Zhou Gong's notebook come from? Is it reliable?

Dilemmas and doubts gradually permeated the entire "classroom".

Yang Rubin, who had been watching, also began to worry.

Zhou Rui did not refute those doubts and suspicions. This is a combination of science and engineering.

Wrong is wrong, no matter how loud your voice is, it won't change anything.

Only correctness can make up for mistakes.

He held the notebook and raised his head with his eyes closed.

1 minute.

Not long.

From the outside world, Zhou Rui was just distracted for a while.

When Zhou Rui opened his eyes, he was panting rapidly, as if he had just forgotten to breathe.

He succeeded and voluntarily quit the "Master Time" with his own willpower instead of the remaining value of his concentration.

As he entered the "Thinking Palace" more and more times, he became more resistant to the greed that made him want to die in the thinking palace.

With one minute of master time, the sequelae could be overcome. Zhou Rui took a few minutes to calm down, and then with his newly clarified thoughts, he was ready to issue more orders quickly.

This is the case with the "Thinking Palace". The level drops rapidly after leaving it, and the farther away the time is, the weaker the memory in the mind becomes.

Just like he couldn't remember his thoughts during the previous "Master Time".

Even with the "catalogue" and "index", they still need to be "reproduced" in time, otherwise Zhou Rui's step-by-step recovery will only become more and more blurred, regardless of whether he can gather so many experts to use their hands and brains for him.

He wanted to try it at this time and place.

Like he said, it's hard work.

Racing against time not only refers to changes in the situation, but also refers to one's own thinking.

"The bypass ratio is biased, maybe because"

Zhou Rui was about to continue talking when he suddenly found that everyone was looking at him blankly.

What's wrong?

Was it strange that you were caught cheating secretly just now?

Suddenly, Zhou Rui felt something slipping from his lips and falling to the ground.

Zhou Rui touched it subconsciously, and felt a moist touch.

When he looked down, he saw blood.

Zhou Rui had one nostril, and blood slowly flowed down, more and more.

Yang Rubin, who originally looked like a transfer student without a seat, suddenly stood up and took down the desk and chairs in front of him while he was sitting in the corner.

"Doctor! Ambulance! Hurry!"

Zhou Rui didn't know whether it was a psychological effect or whether he was really having a chaotic time during this period, but he actually felt a little weak and sat down with his support on the table.

"Who has paper? I'll just wipe it off."

Old Yuan Gao, who was nearby, quickly took out a crumpled tissue from his pocket. Zhou Rui didn't mind it, wiped away the nosebleed, and blocked his nostrils.

Why does it smell like boiled eggs?

Several doctors rushed in, and Zhou Rui was pressed on the chair and forced to undergo another examination.

But obviously, the nosebleed was due to excessive "master time". Zhou Rui's body is still healthy and strong, at least this kind of on-site inspection can't find any problems.

Zhou Rui struggled repeatedly, but in the end he was not taken to the hospital. He just had a few tubes of blood drawn for more detailed examination. If there were more questions reported there, he would probably be kidnapped directly.

Zhou Rui's nosebleed stopped flowing. He pulled out the paper plug from his nostril. Zhou Rui opened the notebook again while his thoughts were still flowing.

At this time, an old hand held down Zhou Rui.

Zhou Rui looked up and saw Lin Guangrong.

Lin Guangrong said solemnly: "Xiao Zhou, your body is the most important. Your thoughts are recorded in this notebook, right? If you trust me, an old man, let's think about it together."

Lin Guangrong's eyes were serious.

A second pair of old hands came up.

Zhang Yuanchao: "That's what I mean too, Xiao Zhou. Working together is the spirit of Rongfei. One person cannot build a plane or an engine. Trust us, we can help!"

Yuan Gaoli was close and put his hand on his, and said angrily: "Me too!"

Zhang Yuanchao and Lin Guangrong glared at Yuan Gao with murderous eyes.

Who are you!

Zhou Rui looked at the people in front of him, and then at the dozens of pairs of eyes behind him.

It's not that he doesn't trust Lin Guangrong and the others, nor is he worried about his achievements being shared.

I just haven't thought about this possibility.

He is still too conceited and only believes in his own power for certain things.

But now, it seems that we have to believe in everyone's power.

Zhou Rui sighed, closed his eyes, and quickly ran through the list in his mind.

Then he tore open the precious "catalogue" in his hand, which he had obtained through cheating until his nosebleed.

Shen Sheng said: "Still according to the previous six groups, Lin Guangrong is in charge of the core unit, Qiu Lixun is in charge of the turbine group, Wu Haimin is in charge of the combustion chamber group, Zhang Yuanchao is in charge of the tail nozzle group, Tan Shiyi is in charge of the control system group, and Bian Hui is in charge of the accessory group."

"The six team leaders are all masters in their respective fields. This will add a layer of organizational structure. I will coordinate in the middle. Everyone, give me another chance and let's try again!!"

It was originally supposed to involve a lot of reactions from the opponents, but after receiving system warnings and editor warnings, it was considered a mixed double-play. It was said that it was easy to be reported, so it could only be simplified a bit, omitting some of the opponent scenes, and a section of the previous chapter was deleted.

Please forgive me.