Waste Strong Foundation

August 3 at 15am.

Researcher Xiao Shi stood outside the second meeting room and looked at his watch from time to time.

A lot of bigwigs came to the office today, and the leader asked him to go online to experience the plot of the second test of "Trash", and then make a report in public.

The door opened a corner.

Deputy director Shen Yingmin waved to him, "Shi Ke, come, Mr. Huang is very interested in your work."

Xiao Shi walked into the conference room with both hands and feet, bowed slightly, and reported the useful information he had collected in the game these days with a sullen face.

Huang Qi, the honorary director who Shen Yingmin called "Teacher Huang", let the old man look down at the materials all the time, sighing and shaking his head from time to time.

Xiao Shi became more nervous, slipped his tongue several times, and finally said weakly:

"The second test was just launched today, and the newly added NPC Dayu is also very realistic, but it is precisely because of his appearance that the game officially introduces the elements of legends of gods and ghosts. Uh, so, our team's idea is... All the previous speculations and conjectures may have to be repeated. In addition, the new version of the device has just started to be distributed, and the number of people online is not large, and the players’ reactions are expected.”

Shen Yingmin: "Yes. Teacher Huang, what do you think?"

Huang Qi let his upper body lean back, held a pen in his hand and said in a low voice: "The key is that we are always in the light, and they are in the dark, always very passive. Since this game will release [-] places, that means we have [-] places. A young man is in danger. Alas, this is not good, I am always worried...Xiao Shen, you can ask that F, what else do they want? I am afraid that the other party will have "no desires and no desires."

When the mentor spoke, Shen Yingmin repeatedly agreed.

During the intermission of the meeting, Xiao Shi took out his mobile phone and looked through the essay diary that complained about being too tired and boring at the end of last year.

He had good grades since he was a child, and went all the way to a Ph. D. After graduation, he entered a research institute. With him as a "role model", even his younger sister who was a graduate student at home decided to continue to study for a Ph. D.; but he was really confused last year. I don't know what else to do besides studying, and the work in the research institute is not quite the same as he imagined-but now, he thinks he can work hard for the rest of his life.

Shen Yingmin: "Where are you in a daze? I will definitely give you a holiday before the Mid-Autumn Festival. If your team leader doesn't approve it, ask me to approve it."

Xiao Shi: "Mr. Shen, is what we do meaningful to the country and society? It's not about the long-term, but just looking at the present."

"Haha, of course there is." Shen Yingmin said seriously: "I think we can no longer be so passive. Ask them what they want first, and then say what we want too. Since the other party set the game background in the prehistoric Gun Yu period, it must be a tendency for our people."

Xiao Shi nodded vigorously.

……

Before going to sleep, Fei Mingqiu received an email from Director Shen, and he read it word by word with all his energy.

Well, ask them what exactly they want.

He really hadn't thought about this.

He just wanted to dismantle the time bomb-like watch as soon as possible and live freely; if possible, he would go home and see his father.

As for the five biomedical research problems submitted by Shen Yingmin's team after repeated discussions in the email——

He went to ask Alpha.

If the basic database has suitable old data, just sort it out and send it over. It is a late Spring Festival gift.

After all, as far as the production of VR equipment is concerned, the cooperation between the two parties is very pleasant.

"Trash" became more popular and gained the attention of millions of netizens, thanks to the opening of green channels under various pressures from the review side.

Otherwise, on the night when the pointer live broadcast was launched to promote "Trash", many people would go to drink tea, such as Gu Dailu and Mr. Fang.

……

Shen Yingmin who received a reply within an hour was stunned.

He put down the teacup, held the mouse with trembling hands and clicked on the attachment.

Looking at the blood-red words "The file data is too large to preview" on the jump page, Director Shen clicked to download without the slightest hesitation.

This is an outlet whose location is constantly changing, and the technical team cannot trace the source within a short period of time.

The moment the file is downloaded, the page cannot be opened.

……

Like an old father waiting outside the delivery room, Shen Yingmin rubbed his hands anxiously and repeatedly asked the experts from the provincial hospital if they had come.

Industry specializing in surgery.These large documents involve front-end problems in surgical materials and clinical drug release control.

When listing the requirements, he still wanted to test the family backgrounds of the young people F and S, and worried about "ugly food", so he deleted many requirements.

If this guy F sent the real thing, he, he, he would just—

Intestines are blue.

After five consecutive emergency meetings, I got the news from Ma Binghe in Suzhou and called to inquire about the progress.

Shen Yingmin: "Oh, it's hard to say. How to put it, it's like we wanted to build a large civil aircraft, and they sent us all the aerospace equipment. At least three or four years to interpret the data, the top batch in China are still hiding it. , let’s see how the arrangement is arranged above.”

Where did these people come from?

The investment in scientific research is not ordinary or amazing.Two commercial production lines can be exchanged for these precious materials, like a dream.

The institute is brightly lit and all staff work overtime.Including Master Gao and Aunt Li in the staff canteen.

The email clearly stated: The two of them have no intention of contacting other countries' forces, and think that young people in China are pretty good.

[Compelled to survive, play a small game with friends.In the attachment is a little sincerity, please also invite Director Shen Huicun. ]

"For survival? Small games?"

Shen Yingmin laughed, and looked at the experts at the Provincial Hospital quietly, "You are lying to children with nonsense, this F. Do you believe it?"

The expert's answer was very ruthless: "It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not. Oh, since you are asked to 'save', let's save it."

The second test has just started, and it is full of old players.

Some are renovating their cabins in the city, and some are working in Yanchi to raise pandas. Everything is in order.

Dayu couldn't bear to be disturbed, he wrote and drew all night, and pasted the distribution of settlements in Kyushu that he knew with twelve pieces of wood outside the door.

He followed the footsteps of Yinglong who called the wind and rain, and felt that Yinglong was hiding nearby, so he agreed to live for a while.

Unexpectedly, the beginning of the "nightmare" was when he agreed to Fei Mingqiu to explain the world's major events to his clansmen in front of all the slaves.

These young warriors looked at him too enthusiastically, and even touched his hair and beard with their hands.

Seeing another strangely dressed face approaching, Dayu reflexively grasped the handle of the knife and pointed at the wood chip seriously.

Fei Mingqiu was watching the player adjust the furnace temperature and try to burn porcelain nearby. He looked away, thinking about restraining the player's unruly behavior.

Players can no longer move forward, giving way to a curved path.

Dayu breathed a sigh of relief, holding the knife and passing through the crowd, "Thank you."

Fei Mingqiu concealed his surprise, and exchanged glances with Shang Yuan who had been dragged out with great difficulty, "How do you know...?"

"This is a kind of supernatural power, which is often seen in the priests and elders of the big tribes, and the priests of the Wu Xiahou Clan will also give it a name: One thought, one answer." Dayu put the long knife behind his back, and said with concern: "Speaking of which, Fei, haven't you found the mountain god yet?"

Fei Mingqiu's eyes rested on the long knife for a moment, then he shook his head.

Dayu was young and thoughtful, his eyes were full of light when he saw the situation, and he asked in puzzlement: "You two are always on guard against me, why?"

Shang Yuan: "...Did you kill those people from the Xiong family?" He didn't mean anything malicious, but was just wary of the unsheathed knife.

Fei Mingqiu didn't expect Shang Yuan to ask such a straightforward question, fearing that something would happen to him, he hurriedly pulled his hand that was tucked into his sleeve, "Shang Yuan!"

Dayu lived to be 27 years old, and the first time he took the blame, he was a big scapegoat.

He carefully asked about the situation of the deceased at that time, he couldn't help groaning, and asked helplessly: "When did I kill someone?!"

Fei Mingqiu wanted to take back his hand, but his fingers were caught by Shang Yuan. He was flustered for a while, and said in a daze, "Ah?"

Seeing that the two men were staring at his saber just now, Dayu drew the saber out of its sheath, "This saber is a gift from my father, so it won't take anyone's life easily."

This is a Sensu shiny bronze knife with the hieroglyph "benevolence" engraved on the hilt.

Although the workmanship is exquisite, it is the culmination of Yu Shun's generation of bronze smelting, but it is not enough to kill with one blow.

Someone else killed Xiong Tai, Xiong Cheng and others.