[Group Wearing Song Dynasty] The Glory of the Sky

In addition to Yishi and Shuyuan's industrial investment in multiple fields at the same time, there are also many forces constantly competing.

For example, Hu's, which focuses on chemical product lines, and Zhang's, which manufactures alloy devices, both own a string of large and small companies, affecting the work and life of tens of thousands of people.

After embezzling the currently open industrial zone in Yangzhou, they began to participate in a new round of investment and land grabs by three enterprises and ten enterprises under the guidance of Liu Xi.

Today's Yangzhou has started a new round of expansion. It has not only dismantled the two iron curtains in the northwest, but also directly swallowed up many villages. Even the bus line has been expanded from the third ring to the fourth ring.

According to the past plans of Bailu and Liuxi, Yangzhou will strive to develop into a city that is sometimes half the size in 50 years.

There must be a high degree of industrialization, a dense population, and a sufficiently good per capita education level.

Shidu itself has a population of tens of millions, and it is a multi-functional metropolis of science and technology, education, and economy.

For a country like Linguo, which is in an awkward position in time and space, it is definitely not a good thing to rashly increase the number of cities.

After seeing Yun Qi, Bai Lu's first reaction was to ask about the situation when he went back to report on his work.

Liu Xi hesitated for a moment, but still told the whole story about Yun Qi.

He felt that Bailu was someone he could trust.

"No—Yunqi her, she actually survived like this?!" Bailu murmured, "It's no wonder her ID was erased and restored again. She would rather sacrifice everything to get this name back."

"The point is, what does she want to do now?" Liu Xi thought about it: "She has actively participated in the establishment of the company, and is constantly improving her position among the three companies, and even started to regain contact with the businessmen she knew before. ...I think she needs to be monitored."

"Well, I'll arrange it," Bai Lu rubbed his forehead and said, "She currently avoids communication tools such as mobile phones. The intelligence department is monitoring relevant information from other people's calls."

"Don't worry, now that Song and Jin are at war, those people in Linguo are busy occupying more Huainan market, at least there won't be any trouble in the short term." Liu Xi thought for a while, and then said: "About the expansion of Yangzhou City Things are going to speed up."

Now the population of Yangzhou City has expanded to nearly 60, and even the new hospitals and schools cannot meet the original needs.

They used to call Dongcheng District a new city, but now the East District is not much newer.

More and more people are attracted to work or participate in large-scale planting and storage. On the one hand, they are increasing production capacity for Yangzhou, and on the other hand, they are also increasing the burden on the operation of the entire city.

In the past three or four years, only Dongcheng District and the government district strictly prohibited the entry and exit of ox carts and horse carts. Now, nearly [-]% of the area is simply restricted. It is also more tightly controlled.

When the two were talking, Sun Ci came in and knocked on the door, showing a slightly embarrassed expression: "Director Long and Director Zhao are here to find you."

"Let them in."

"A meeting that can wait..."

Bai Lu got up very consciously and said: "I'll just go for him. Every time Long Mu comes over, he basically has to talk about big things, and he settles things that are not of high importance through emails."

Liu Xun patted his deputy on the shoulder very pleased, and signaled Sun Ci to bring them in.

After Sun Ci closed the door and left, Liu Xi put down his seat and half-lyed down, took a pillow and pressed it to his face, obviously wanting to take the opportunity to paralyze for a while.

Long Mu let him slump on the chair without any image, and said after a while: "How much do you know about your father's property?"

He still looks like a teenager, but he speaks like a 30-[-]-year-old adult.

If one ignores the softness in his face and voice, from the very beginning, Long Mu's behavior and speech are very inconsistent with his age.

"My father—why did you suddenly ask this?" Liu Xi moved his face away from Totoro's buttocks, and frowned, "You two came to me to talk about this?"

Zhao Qingyu went to get a can of grape-flavored soda on her own, and motioned him to continue listening to Long Mu's explanation.

"Do you still remember the limited-edition lighter that you mentioned to Qingyu?" Long Mu asked, "Do you know why your father and my grandfather cooperated?"

Liu Xi was silent for a few seconds, stubbornly maintaining a paralyzed posture and said, "Do you know?"

"No," he frowned again: "Isn't the matter already clear?"

Long Hui and his father had an intersection, because his father's company had been cooperating with the government in scientific research, and they were engaged in the quantum teleportation industry.

Now that Long Hui's past has been exposed, he is a participant in the secret live quantum teleportation, so this matter makes sense.

——As Chu Mi, he started to participate in the design and improvement of the quantum teleporter 30 years ago. It is no problem to help his father's company solve any bottleneck problems.

"If you think about it again, isn't this incident strange enough?" Long Mu asked: "A company that started out with virtual helmets has already made enough money in the industry, why would it want to intervene in this field? Irrelevant quantum physics?"

Liu Xi has thought about this question for a long time, but when he was able to get in touch with his father in the past, his explanations were hobbies, obsessions in his youth, and various rhetoric that sounded bloody and long-cherished wishes.

Now that Long Mu was asking such a question, he felt a little hypocritical, and subconsciously looked at Zhao Qingyu.

"I'm also confused." Qingyu waved her hands and said, "I didn't follow his train of thought before I came to the office."

"Liu Xi," Long Mu directly pulled the seat closer, and said in a serious tone: "My grandfather, the government of the time is using the technology of your father's virtual helmet to conduct quantum teleportation experiments in living organisms."

Liu Xi was silent for a few seconds: "What kind of sci-fi joke is this?"

The virtual helmet can be used to play various games, conduct cross-border conferences, and watch nebulae and meteorites in the universe, but all of this has nothing to do with quantum teleportation.

How come they still don't understand?

This was the first time Long Mu showed a slightly frustrated expression.

For him, all the answers are as self-evident as one plus one equals two, but neither Qingyu nor Liu Xi in front of him understood what he was talking about.

This kind of loneliness and helplessness has been repeated too many times since he chatted with the servants at home when he was a child.

"Don't worry, just explain a few more sentences and we'll understand." Qingyu probably sensed his a little anxiety, and patted her head reassuringly: "Calm down, the two people in front of you are already the smartest group in Linguo .”

Liu Xi burst out laughing, and asked the guide: "First of all, please explain the connection between quantum teleportation and the virtual helmet."

"Living body teleportation, to put it bluntly, the core is human body teleportation, whether it can be realized or not."

At least the conclusion is achievable, otherwise they wouldn't be sitting here chatting, and would have died long ago.

Long Mu stood up, looked around and said: "The key point of human body transmission is to completely reproduce the brain."

In the past few decades, human technology has been able to fully analyze the structure of internal organs and various parts of the body.

But the complexity of the brain structure is beyond people's imagination.

The brain is made up of more than 80 billion neuron cells. It is almost impossible to replicate the entire structure of the brain with equal precision.

"Ask," Qingyu raised her hand and said, "What does mind teleportation have to do with this?"

The two looked at him at the same time.

"Zhao Qingyu," Liu Xi said indifferently, "Did you copy all your biology homework?"

"He didn't take biology as an elective, and the computer department of Ailunice didn't need the credits of advanced biology at all." Long Mu got up and poured himself a cup of coffee, and shook a pile of cocoa powder on it.

"Let me explain to you, undergraduate student." Liu Xi finally straightened his chair and said solemnly: "The so-called soul, in a strict sense, is made up of memories."

Qingyu blinked: "What?"

"Do you think that you at the age of four or five have the same personality and perception of the world as you at the age of four or fifty?"

This sounds quite philosophical, but it is a medical or biological proposition.

"It is not your arms and legs that determine your existence. Even if those things are replaced with machines, you are still you."

Liu Xi looked into his eyes and said, "But once you change your memory, even just a little bit, you will no longer be you."

Qingyu felt panicked, dragged the chair and sat back a foot, frowned and said, "Is... so evil?"

Your personality, your likes and dislikes, your loves and hates are all made up of memories.

Because you have memories of being excluded and isolated, you have a sensitive and silent personality.

Because you have the memory of being insulted and betrayed, you are self-closed and suspicious.

It is your memory of your family environment that forms your early cognition, and your memory of adolescence and growing up determines your attitude towards marriage and love. The soul you think of is actually all the various components shaped by your memory.

"There are also those innate talents, such as those born with a certain subject, music or painting, which themselves are also a manifestation of memory." Long Mu said: "The brain structure of your parents is inherited into your brain. Part of the information has already been automatically recorded."

If you can transmit an identical brain with equal precision, you can reorganize an identical soul.

Liu Xi lowered his head and thought for a while, then said again: "What they used...was the technology of information monitoring and signal transmission in different areas of the brain in my father's virtual helmet?"

"Wait, I think, does this at least mean..." Zhao Qingyu murmured, "If we were all sent here by ZETA, then the old us would have been killed in the reconstruction. "

We've just inherited all their memories, with scars and birthmarks, exact replicas.

"The old ones are miserable enough." Liu Xi commented pertinently: "The dead ones don't even have ashes, but they have nothing to do with us anymore."

At least he himself will not mourn for a second for himself who disappeared in the parallel time and space... This is not his own pleasure.

Even if the tens of thousands of people surviving in Linguo are all replicas of another time and space, they still have to live, pay electricity bills, and eat when they are hungry.

No matter how rough their fate is, they still have to move forward in the end.

Long Mu sat between them and said slowly, "The bad news is that we can't go back."

Even if we can figure out how to teleport and go back, it only means smashing everyone in this time and space, and reorganizing new people in another time and space to inherit the memory.

"The good news is that there is a high probability that this machine can be repaired by me, and maybe we can use it to do other things in the future."