[Group Wearing Song Dynasty] The Glory of the Sky

Xin Qiji received his final exam results in February of the fifth year AD.

The liberal arts courses he majored in were all A--he was not very good at writing some simplified characters, but when writing traditional characters, the examiners could understand them, which was quite lucky.

The physics and chemistry in the basic courses all passed the passing marks, so at least it did not delay graduation.

It took him a total of two years and four months from enrollment to graduation, which was four months behind Li Luan's expectation.

I heard... She only spent a year and a half to complete all her high school studies.

But I have tried my best, and there is nothing unwilling.

Xin Qiji sat in the empty study room, looking at the graduation certificate and permanent resident certificate in his hands, feeling a little complicated.

Zhu Xi was sitting next to him, looking at the writing on it with some curiosity: "Why is their year called Yuan?"

I have never heard of the word AD in any classic.

"I'm not sure about this." The young man looked sideways at the stack of reference materials beside him, feeling kind and familiar.

Although Yuan Hui is now in his thirties, he is not inferior to these school-age teenagers in terms of academic research.

At the beginning, he set the second grade in the grading exam, but now he has been studying for a year and a half, and he has been promoted to the second grade of senior high school.

Although Zhu Xi had no way to bring his wife and children to Jiangyin, the student loan was enough to support the whole family. His wife worked at the Women's Federation. I heard that his life was quite good and he made many new friends.

He himself made up his mind to go to the Senate Council like Kong Zhiyao, wanting to see a bigger world, now that Xin Qiji was about to graduate and return to Yangzhou for an internship, he only answered questions with him for the last time.

"Speaking of which, you are majoring in humanities, and you must have learned some profound things." Zhu Xi moved closer and asked a little curiously: "Over the past few years, what do you think you have gained the most? "

Xin Qiji thought for a while, and many things went through his mind.

He has indeed learned too much in these three years... knowledge that does not belong to this era.

Economics, Politics, Behavior, Sociology——

Outside of the main class, Liu Xi gave him a bunch of weird books. Those books felt like the various theories of various schools of thought, all thinking about various weird issues from different standpoints.

But the more he read, the more he could understand Liu Xi's thinking when making many decisions and choices.

I also understand him more and more.

After thinking for a while, he cautiously said, "Let me tell you a story."

Once upon a time there was a king who secretly hid many treasures in many secret rooms, but he could not look after them by himself.

The king arranged for some officials to manage the soldiers guarding the treasure, and the soldiers guarded the door of the dark room.

And what the key that can really open the treasure looks like, only the king and the craftsman know.

So—who do these treasures belong to?

The original version of this story does not seem to be like this, but it has been too long since I saw this story, Xin Qiji only filled in some details based on the original outline, and told him again.

Kings, officials, soldiers, keys, artisans, treasures.

It can be interpreted by economics or property law, or it can be used as an examination question for the introduction of politics.

After Zhu Xi heard the story, he thought about the answers for a long time, but he denied them all.

Although the king is the owner of the treasures, he cannot actually confirm the ownership one by one.

Similarly, the positions of officials and soldiers are also very ambiguous-officials can control soldiers, and soldiers can kill kings and officials.

So who is the real controller?

"I've forgotten the original answer to this story," Xin Qiji rubbed his forehead and said with a smile, "but after studying for three years, the answer I can give is... the person who can make use of the most information gap is the winner."

Wealth, like many things, is constant, like gold bars going back and forth from bank to bank, but there's really only so much of it.

The point is, who is the person who holds the overall information.

"How can we get the information you mentioned?" Zhu Xi thought to himself why these young people know more than himself, so he just followed his train of thought: "The craftsmen have no way to know the location of the darkroom that the officials know. , the soldiers have no way to know what the key looks like, and everything is controlled by the king—”

His words stopped abruptly, and he didn't dare to say any more.

If, if the existence of information falls into the hands of some people, the entire order will directly and completely collapse.

Is this power?

"Some questions, textbooks may not tell you the answer." Xin Qiji patted him on the shoulder, got up and packed his backpack and said, "But reading more books will definitely not hurt you."

Hearing this junior say such words, Zhu Xi didn't feel offended in the slightest.

Because his mind was still stuck in the question just now, he just froze for a long time without opening his mouth.

"Contact me by email, goodbye." Xin Qiji patted him on the shoulder, looked at the heavy snow falling outside the window, and left the study room.

Zhao Qingyu searched around, turned on four computers in one go to run the cracking program, but couldn't find out what the password of Professor Long's study was.

According to Long Mu, the texts and diagrams he scanned contained transmission experiment records of various living and non-living bodies, as well as the composition of Zeta and the principle of energy transmission, but is there something hidden in it? The password to open the door is another matter.

The 20-year-old Qingyu has grown taller and straighter, and the childish temperament of the past is gradually fading away.

And Long Mu is still like a student who doesn't care about world affairs, even if he goes in and out of the Senate and the Research Institute all day long, his temperament is completely different from other officials.

Qingyu got up and poured herself another cup of tea, the more she thought about it, the more logically she felt that it didn't make sense.

First of all, Long Hui deprived Long Mu of his childhood, treated this idiot as an experimental product, and instilled various theories since he was a child, just to let him solve the bottleneck problem of living body transmission for himself-human consciousness, and the soul is not sure whether it exists or not. Whether the thing can be transmitted.

It's impossible for Long Hui to have spent so much time cultivating Long Mu to an adult that he didn't think about the emergency plan in case of his sudden death or accident.

Although—Wang Po, who was most likely to be the last witness, had already been stabbed to death by Long Mu.

But if the door is never opened, and the things in the ground are left to be thrown into ashes, the old man may not be able to sleep well in the sea.

Sapphire has been detected by radar a long time ago. There is a very thick layer of alloy anti-seismic layer underground. It is not possible to drill a hole in another place to see the Zeta.

The code must be there... and most likely hidden somewhere like what's under those two layers of wallpaper.

The young man's movement of turning the chair froze suddenly, then he stood up suddenly, and rushed out with the key in hand.

Long Mu was helping the people in the engineering department to solve the problems of the automobile industry line, and his body was covered with the smell of engine oil.

After Bailu's 3D printer successfully copied a complete set of engines that can run, the manufacture of cars finally started to promote, and now it is possible to create a semi-printed car with a stable speed of 80KM/H.

"In this link, the CNC settings should be—"

"Long Mu!" An urgent shout came from afar.

The factory manager turned his head to see Qing Yu who was running, and greeted with a smile: "Director Zhao is here?"

"Do you have anything to do with me?" Long Mu blinked: "You can talk directly on the phone."

"No, come here." Qingyu hadn't exercised for a long time, and now she was panting after running for a short distance.

When Long Mu approached, the silver chain around his neck shone faintly under the light, the pendant was still buried under his clothes, and it was hardly exposed on weekdays.

"Lend me your pendant and take it to the laboratory to have a look." Qingyu tried her best to make her posture look more sincere, and said after taking a deep breath, "I think the password is inside this pendant, can you lend me two hours?" good?"

Long Mu was silent for a few seconds, and finally groped to untie the pendant.

In fact, according to Long Mu's IQ and analytical ability, it is impossible for him not to see that this pendant is not a pure decoration.

First of all, it is not a gift from my parents, it was tied by my grandfather when I was young.

The material is not expensive, after all, I can synthesize it in the laboratory, and the meaning is not special, and there is no possibility of commemorating someone.

Then the only possibility is that it is a container for storing information.

For a long time in the past, Long Mu had been at the mercy of Long Hui like a puppet, and would not fight against anything.

He himself is really fascinated by the study of profound knowledge of various disciplines. Under Long Hui's intentional training, he has become accustomed to the life of reading books and doing research day after day.

But this doesn't mean that he and Long Hui are on the same standpoint, and they are destined to do what he wants for Long Hui.

Just like a woman has a uterus, but she may not necessarily choose to have three or four children.

Having an ability doesn't mean you have to use it.

It is also because of this that he killed Wang Po, because the latter is still in the fanaticism of that obsession after more than ten years, and he is bound to think of ways to control himself.

As for whether Zeta can be repaired, how to find the space-time coordinates, it is not too important at present.

Right now, if he can't assist Liu Xun to adjust the recovery of the industrial line, so that Linguo can complete the revival of heavy industry within ten years, I am afraid that before he has time to study the structure of Zeta and the cause of damage, the entire Linguo will die due to technology leaks. Civil strife or foreign war.

He lowered his eyes, and handed the firefly blue gemstone pendant to Qingyu.

"The answer probably lies in this stone."

Long Mu's voice is still clear and soft, and now it is gradually growing up.

"You don't need to use other chemical reagents, you can use something like a spectrometer to see the structure inside it."

"What do you mean?" Zhao Qingyu asked blankly, "Light—spectrometer?"

"My intuitive judgment is that although the shell of this pendant is made of diamond, the composition inside may not be the same, and it will be clear after taking a photo." Long Mu said lightly, as if he didn't look forward to the result.

"No, wait a minute," Qingyu clenched the cold pendant tightly, frowning and asked, "You really don't want to know, will we be able to return to the Kingdom of Time in the end, the time and space where we should exist?"

Long Mu was silent for a while, and then said: "I don't quite understand your obsession with this matter."

"I also understand that there are many things—for example, the reason why Zeta was damaged, how to repair it, and how to send people back. We may not be able to study these in our lifetime, but—but Long Mu, don’t you have love and love? Miss it?"

Don't you miss everything in the time country, your parents in different time and space, and everything you had before? !

Long Mu looked up at him with a complicated and helpless expression.

"Sapphire, you should understand that I only have pure reason."

His emotional cognition has been deprived too much since childhood.

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How can people not have the ability to love and be loved?

How can people not care and suffer, have no obsession and appeal.

Even an orphan who has never seen his parents since he was a child will have the desire to be hugged by his parents.

Qingyu didn't know how he left the factory, he was steering the steering wheel with one hand, and the other hand was holding the cold pendant tightly.

He could almost imagine how Long Mu got to where he is today.

After he was born, he was brought up by Long Hui according to the designated method, bit by bit he was cut off from his mother's nostalgia and dependence, and he was deprived of socializing and having fun with his peers.

This means that for many social cognitions and psychological cognitions, he has no reference to learn from the beginning of childhood, and all his intelligence is used elsewhere.

If a child can only be in contact with adults since he was a child, his emotional intelligence and social skills may not be damaged, but in terms of emotional perception and empathy... it will be very troublesome.

Qingyu closed the car door and locked it, and hurried to the third floor of the laboratory.

The vast majority of people here, because they are used to seeing him clinging to Long Mu all day to do experiments and calculate data, seeing Qingyu is like meeting their own dean, and their attitudes are friendly and familiar.

Before he even had time to say hello to anyone, he rushed into the laboratory and started looking for instruments to verify his ideas.

No - not a spectrometer.

There was nothing abnormal in the result, as if telling him that this was an ordinary stone.

There is definitely something wrong with this pendant.

It may be that the measurement accuracy is not enough, or there is a wrong choice.

His movements were erratic and his steps hurried and chaotic.

Too many instruments are placed in different rooms, but the only ones that can be used are probably... the atomic spectrophotometer.

Zhao Qingyu hadn't used this before, but now she was groping to find things out, she just felt like a lunatic.

Even Liu Xi didn't think about traveling back again, he just... wanted to see his parents very much.

There are only a few group photos in his mobile phone, as well as videos of the jokes recorded in the past.

Then there is the circle of friends of parents that is automatically cached by the mobile phone, all of which are some strange principles of health preservation.

That's all about his family.

Although Qingyu is now in her twenties, she can't accept the fact that her parents disappeared suddenly.

He looked at those photos and videos in countless late nights, and in his dreams, he wanted to play another game of ball with his father and just joke around.

Other people who went to their relatives also seemed to be alive and kicking during the day, able to eat and sleep.

But the long-term forbearance behind it, as well as the endless longing, are extremely tormenting.

The portable atomic spectrophotometer can measure the light transmittance of the material with extremely high precision. Its working principle is to analyze the metal elements according to the effect of the ground state atomic vapor on the characteristic radiation absorption, and it can be sensitive and reliable. Determination of trace or trace elements accurately.

The outer layer of diamond shell is light blue, but how can something be hidden inside?

The computer screen quickly displayed the relevant results, and the young man stared at the screen for a long time, feeling somewhat at a loss.

In the entire diamond pendant, only a very small part in the middle is transparent graphene.

Professor Long probably directly wrote the answer to unlock everything... using atoms on the surface of graphene.

However, how can I see the middlemost interlayer, cutting and dissolving seem to be unworkable.

After all, he is still not good at learning. If Long Mu was here, he might have already done it.

Qingyu sat next to the screen, covered her face and let out a long sigh.

Yangzhou City.

"You are Xin Qiji?" Luo Te sat on the wicker chair in the style of a veteran cadre, shaking his fan with a smile and said, "Isn't Qian Fan trying to get you to practice there?"

"I applied by myself." Xin Qiji paused, and said sincerely, "I will keep up with everyone's rhythm as soon as possible, and I won't cause you any trouble."

"Most half of the Finance Institute came here halfway to study and work at the same time," Luo Tuman said indifferently: "No one is more professional than anyone else."

In the whole system, only Luo Tuo is somewhat similar to Liu Xi, both with a bit of incongruous cynicism.

But the difference is that Liu Xi is a madman who works overtime, and he refuses to postpone almost everything until the next day, and occasionally taking a few days off is like Chinese New Year.

Luo Te is not the head of state, so he doesn't have to worry too much, and basically leaves all the work that can be pushed to his subordinates, and he only needs to handle the macro control and adjustment.

The first reason Xin Qiji chose to come to the Finance Academy was to avoid suspicion, and he didn't want to receive too much special care related to Liu Xi.

The second is indeed because he is also full of curiosity about this place.

"But - if you want to come to work with me, there are a few very simple requirements."

Luo Tuo suddenly sat upright, looked at him and raised his fingers and said: "First, within three days, find out the scale and composition of the four domestic reorganized enterprises, as well as the specific project regulations of the three enterprises and ten enterprises in the Song Dynasty. You must memorize it."

"Second, understand the floating mechanism of the exchange rate within a week, and understand the current monetary system and financial situation among the three countries."

"Third, these materials have been sorted out, and they are on the table waiting for you to read-but after you finish reading, you have to submit another report to me. You can choose the topic and direction yourself, and you are only given seven days time."

"have you understood?"

"Understood." Xin Qiji nodded and said, "I'll go now."

"What's the hurry, come back." Luo Te fell back on the rocking chair, dangling and continued: "I haven't agreed whether you can enter this office yet."

Xin Qiji paused, his expression still calm and calm: "The system shows that it has passed the review."

"Just ask a small question." The young man with dreadlocks showed an unfriendly smile: "Why is the same piece of glass, the same freight and cost, in the palace or in the mansion of the aristocrat? Is there a trade market jointly opened in the Song Dynasty, but the prices are completely different, and they are distributed in a clear ladder?"

It should be known that the commodity itself has not been endowed with any new added value, it just faces different consumer groups.

If those nobles sent people to buy glass at the market, it would be several times cheaper.

Xin Qiji was silent for a few seconds before answering, "Because there is price discrimination."

The sale of glass itself has a monopoly nature, and there is a large gap in consumer willingness, and regional purchasing power is completely different, so differential pricing can be carried out.

Luo Te raised her eyes to look at him and said, "Then, do you agree with this kind of behavior?"

"Three-level price discrimination has certain positive significance for the market, and... this kind of pricing difference itself can satisfy certain psychological needs of consumers, and it may not be a bad thing to further differentiate different consumers."

"Very fluent, it seems that the test results are real." Luo Te glanced at his hair bun, and said slowly: "I thought Liu Xi had taken a fancy to your appearance. ID card."

Xin Qiji nodded in surprise, and followed the secretary out after thanking him.

Mr. Liu took a fancy to my... appearance?

He shook his head, and picked out this slightly weird sentence from his mind.

In terms of appearance alone, who else in the Senate can stand out better than Liu Xun, this kind of joke is not interesting at all.

Bailu didn't stay in Lin'an these days, but has been running back and forth between Lin'an and the other three states.

Luo Te had arranged most of the things properly, but out of safety considerations, he still wanted to confirm it again.

Now that the war is coming, although Linguo has not been affected, once the Linsong Industrial Cooperation Zone is affected, the investment of millions will be in vain. This is definitely not something that can be ignored.

The first thing he went to determine was the military defense arrangement in the area north of Changzhou and west of Linguo.

At this time, Qian Fan seemed to be quite thoughtful. He turned on the monitoring system early in the morning. Even if the Jin soldiers really wanted to attack their industrial zone, they would be able to know the fighters four or five days in advance before the army rushed over.

With the radar, many things are easier to talk about.

On the side of Sanzhou, due to more and more wealthy businessmen coming to invest, coupled with the intentional support from Song Guo, things are going on the right side.

What is a little surprising is that Song State's company system...is very complete and secure.

Bailu wasn't sure if this was the result of Jiangyincheng's training, or if Linguo had sent someone to help, but judging from the way it operates, it is simply a modern small and medium-sized enterprise.

Surrounded by a group of officials, he entered the meeting room, and began to think about other negotiation matters related to the cooperation between Lin Song Dynasty, but he stopped in astonishment when he saw clearly the participants.

"Yun——Yunqi?!"