Apocalypse Rebirth: 3000 million won at the beginning

Chapter 2093 The Weakness of the King Kong Zombie

Headquarters Base of Dazhangshu.

Administrative building.

Small meeting room.

Second Uncle looked at Li Yu sitting in front and said:
"Lord of the city, the request for cross-city transfers has been raised by many people, from Lü Cheng in the North to Ju Tianrui in the Northwest, and so on. People from all levels have brought this up."

It now seems imperative to launch a cross-city points transfer service.

Li Hang is in charge of the Supervision Department, which is located in various branch bases. The department regularly selects representative suggestions from the city lord's mailbox and summarizes them for Li Hang.

Li Hang then reported these suggestions and ideas to Li Yu.

Li Yu had also learned about the proposal regarding intercity money transfers from the supervisory department.

Because the Oil City and Headquarters Base dispatched a large number of experienced construction workers to support the construction of the North, Northwest, and Eastern Paradise.

Furthermore, the railway construction workers who are out repairing railways year-round need to transfer their points to their families at the branch base.

Therefore, the demand for cross-city money transfers is very high.

"Is there any technical way to do this?" Li Yu asked Bai Jie from the technology department.

Bai Jie, on the right side of the long table, nodded and said:

"Yes, it can be done through radio transmission technology. I'll have Dong Ying from the Wireless Communications Department explain it to you in detail."

All eyes were on Dong Ying.

Dong Ying, who is not yet thirty years old, has now become the head of the communications department in Dazhangshu.

Her father, Dong Chengpeng, was in charge of the power system of Dazhangshu, and she also used her radio knowledge learned before the apocalypse to work on the communication of Dazhangshu.

When called upon by her superior, Bai Jie, she immediately stood up and reported:

"We can transfer money across cities via fax!"

Relying solely on radio stations and relying on point-to-point verbal communication by communications personnel is far too inefficient!
Fax communication is a communication method that uses scanning and photoelectric conversion technology to transmit static images such as text, images, and photographs from the sending end to the receiving end via wired or wireless channels, and then reproduces the original static images in a recorded form at the receiving end.

Our fax receivers have a "skillful hand" for copying pictures.
It receives the electrical signal from the line, immediately performs amplification, demodulation, limiting, and frequency discrimination, converting the electrical signal into a fax image signal.

Then, controlling the recording device, different colors are applied line by line on the paper, replicating the original picture and text.

Uncle frowned. Dong Ying had used too many technical terms about faxing, but hadn't explained the specific procedures.

"Tell me the specific steps."

Seeing that everyone looked confused, Dong Ying explained it again in a simpler way.

"To put it simply, let me give you an example."

For example, in the Northwest, if there is a need for money transfers, relevant personnel need to compile the data in advance and create a table or text file, which is then transmitted to the receiving end via wireless channel. The receiving end can then reproduce the text, table, and other information in the form of a record.

Li Yu understood. "But this also requires statisticians, and someone needs to receive this information and compare it with the computer to adjust the points data on the points card, right?"

The points card system allows you to adjust the points directly on your card via computer.

“Yes.” Dong Ying nodded.

"This seems to be no different from a communications officer making a one-to-one verbal announcement, right? It's quite troublesome." Li Yu was somewhat dissatisfied after hearing her confirmation.

Before the apocalypse, transferring money was an extremely simple thing.

You can complete the transfer in just a few seconds by simply opening your phone.

But this method is obviously much more troublesome.

Dong Ying explained:
"Lord, we don't have internet right now, so we can only do it this way. This method is actually more accurate and efficient. The verbal method has the problem of homophones, and it requires both sides to operate at the same time."

Faxing, on the other hand, allows for more precise communication via text and even images, and it has no time constraints; both ends can be operated separately.

Li Yu thought about it and realized it made sense.

He tapped the table, making the final decision.

"Then let's go with this method. However, it's impossible to transfer money for free. There are also personnel costs involved in the transfer process. How much of a handling fee do you think would be appropriate?"

Old Bi raised his hand and said, "Let's just make it one point per transfer."

"No, it has to be based on percentages! That's how it was done before the apocalypse!" Second Uncle Liu Jianwu retorted.
"I think we should set a threshold of 1%, requiring more than 50 points to make a transfer, otherwise the amount is too small and it's meaningless."

And if several points are used for transfers, then things will get busy.

Bai Jie calculated that with a 1% handling fee and a minimum of 50 points, the handling fee charged per person per transaction would only be 0.5 points.

This process requires personnel to compile statistics, create tables, transmit data, and then have dedicated personnel to compare the points on the points cards and transfer the points.

The transaction fee seems a bit low.

"The handling fee is too low. How about we calculate it at five percent? Otherwise, everyone will just rush to transfer money."

After hearing Bai Jie's words, Second Uncle agreed:
“I also think that one percent is too low, so let’s calculate it as a five percent handling fee.”

Old Bi was dumbfounded. Transferring 50 points would require a 2.5-point handling fee.

So expensive.

"To prevent people from deliberately making frequent transfers in a short period of time, we've set a limit of one transfer per person per month," my second uncle added.

After listening, Li Yu looked at everyone and asked, "Does anyone else have any thoughts? Are there any different opinions?"

"Isn't 5% a bit high?" Lao Bi asked.

Bai Jie laughed and said, "If you think it's too expensive, you can avoid cross-city transfers."

"Yeah, too." Old Bi stopped talking and didn't say anything more.

My second uncle continued:

"This intercity transfer service is mainly targeted at people with such urgent needs. Since they have such needs, they can accept higher handling fees."

After thinking about it carefully, everyone felt that the president was right.

"Then let's do it this way. Dong Ying, you'll be in charge of this. Launch this service as soon as possible." Li Yu made the decision, then looked at everyone and asked:

"Are there any new topics to discuss? If so, please bring them up as soon as possible."

Education Minister Lai Hee-yueh raised her hand and said:
“Lord of the City, I have another issue to discuss. I feel that now that the Great Camphor Tree has five branch bases, it is somewhat inappropriate to still address you as Lord of the City.”

“Some residents in the various sub-bases don’t even know which city the city lord is from. I suggest we change the title.”

Lai Xiyue's suggestion resonated strongly with everyone.

In the past, when there was only one headquarters in Dazhangshu, it was appropriate to call Li Yu the city lord.

But now that the influence of the Great Camphor Tree extends to the southeast, northwest, and five large bases with a population of nearly one million, calling it the City Lord again would indeed make it difficult for people to distinguish between the two.

Li Yu didn't care about that, but he felt that Lai Xiyue's words made sense.

So he asked, "What would be a more appropriate way to address me?"

Lai Xiyue revealed the several titles she had prepared:

"The first is the head of state, who is the highest symbol of power and legal representative of the country, usually held by the president, king or similar position."

"The second is the chairman, which refers to the person who holds the main or master position. Nowadays, it often refers to the leader of an institution or committee. Of course, the head of state and head of government of a country, or the leader of a political party, may also be called the chairman."

"The third is the president, which is the title of the head of state of the highest administrative body of a country. He is usually elected directly or indirectly."

"The fourth is the commander-in-chief, which usually refers to the leader who is responsible for overall command in military operations or specific tasks."

"The fifth is 'leader,' which mainly refers to senior leaders of government departments and military commanders."

“The other alternatives, I feel, are not quite suitable, such as prime minister, leader, or chief of staff.”

To be honest, Li Yu was not very satisfied with these titles.

"Let's skip the second form of address; it's inappropriate."

"The title 'first head of state' always reminds me of a leader in World War II, and I don't like that title."

"I don't like the third one either."

"Let's call him Chief."

Li Yu didn't seek anyone else's opinion and directly chose the name he liked.

He'd gotten used to being called the city lord after all these years.

Since the establishment of the Big Camphor Tree, he was initially called General Manager Li, then City Lord, and now Chief.

The change in the name also reflects the change in the power of the big camphor tree.

After hearing Li Yu choose the title "Chief," the second uncle laughed.

"Hello, Chief!"

The others joined in the shouting:

"Hello, Chief."

"Ahem." Li Yu coughed and looked at everyone somewhat awkwardly.

"Then it's settled. What's the next topic?"

"Oh shit!"

Inside the zombie research institute laboratory.

Maddie looked at the giant zombie in front of him and cursed:
"This King Kong zombie's skin is incredibly tough! The cutting machine's blades were worn out, and it only managed to make such a shallow cut. That's unbelievable!"

Xiao Lan looked at the Vajra zombie thoughtfully and suggested:
"How about we try placing it in a high-temperature environment to see if we can soften the zombie's skin?"

Maddie's eyes lit up upon hearing this. "That makes sense!" "Let's give it a try."

As they spoke, they pushed the corpse of the Vajra zombie into the high-temperature furnace to heat it up.

50 degrees Celsius.

There was no change even when cutting with a knife.

100 degrees Celsius.

They used a ceramic knife made of high-temperature resistant material for cutting, and the skin that originally had a white mark after being cut actually had a different effect after being heated at high temperature.

The silvery-white skin visibly softened and was no longer as hard as before.

However, even at 100 degrees Celsius, it was still impossible to cut through the skin of the King Kong zombie.

Seeing the results, Madi exclaimed excitedly:
"Increase the temperature to 150 degrees Celsius."

Wang Yin immediately adjusted the temperature in the high-temperature furnace, and the temperature on the thermometer rose rapidly.

The temperature quickly reached 150 degrees Celsius.

"The King Kong Zombie's skin has softened again!"

They operated high-temperature resistant equipment outside, using ceramic knives to cut into the skin of the King Kong zombies.

It's sizzling!

The ceramic knife easily cut through the skin of the King Kong zombie.

"It really worked!" Maddie shouted excitedly.

His eyes gleamed as he happily addressed his colleagues at the research institute:

"We've finally discovered the weakness of these Vajra zombies: they're afraid of high temperatures!"

"Wang Yin, lower the temperature a bit more and see where the critical point is on the King Kong zombie's skin?"

As the temperature dropped, they continued testing and eventually discovered that cutting open the King Kong zombie's skin required a temperature of 140 degrees Celsius.

Below this temperature, the ceramic knife cannot cut through the skin of this zombie.

The reason why bullets cannot penetrate the skin of the King Kong zombie is that the temperature drops drastically after the bullet leaves the barrel.

Although the temperature is extremely high the moment the bullet leaves the barrel.

However, because the warhead cools down rapidly during flight, the temperature is already below 140 degrees Celsius when it hits the zombie.

"Alright, let's lower the temperature." Madi's face beamed with a smile; now he could finally give the city lord an explanation.

Afraid of high temperatures?
That way we can get more incendiary bombs.

In addition, other high-temperature weapons specifically designed to target this type of Vajra zombie can be manufactured.

Looking at the Vajra zombie inside the high-temperature furnace, Wang Yin had a bold idea:

"Chief, do you think it's possible to use the skin of these zombies to make armor?"

"This zombie skin material is excellent. It's tough enough, highly elastic, and tear-resistant. It can even withstand the impact of bullets. We assemble this skin under high temperatures, and the resulting armor will definitely have strong defensive capabilities!"

Maddie's eyes lit up; this idea was indeed bold.

Skin that bullets can't penetrate is indeed a good material.

Previously, they were unable to cut through this skin, but now that they can cut through it under high temperatures, they have the foundation to make armor.

"That's a good idea; this direction is worth further research."

After Madi finished speaking, he added:
"We can strengthen our research on the characteristics of this zombie skin, and the main focus should be on whether it can be applied to other fields."

"Yes." After receiving Madi's approval, Wang Yin looked at the King Kong zombie corpse in the high-temperature furnace with even greater eagerness.

The temperature inside the high-temperature furnace dropped rapidly, but the zombie's skin remained resilient and returned to its original form after the temperature decreased.

They tried cutting it again with a sharp object, but still couldn't cut it.

Maddie stroked his chin, carefully examining the zombie corpse.

"Go get a live King Kong zombie and test the effects of high temperatures on them."

soon.

With the assistance of two bodyguards, Wang Yin pushed a small cart in.

The small cart contained a living King Kong zombie.

This Vajra zombie was completely bound with Vajra ropes, and a helmet was also placed on its head.

"Secure it with ceramic shackles! This will prevent the steel rope from melting when you push this zombie into the high-temperature furnace," Maddie warned.

"Okay." Wang Yin found ceramic shackles in the other materials warehouse and locked the zombie's hands and feet.

Then they removed the zombie's helmet and pushed the cart into the high-temperature furnace.

After the zombie removed its helmet, it began to struggle frantically as it could smell human scent.

But it was trapped by a diamond rope and a ceramic lock.

"start!"

At Madi's command, the temperature inside the high-temperature furnace rose rapidly.

50 degrees, 60 degrees, 70 degrees, 80 degrees.

It quickly reached 100 degrees.

They tried to pierce the zombie's skin with ceramic knives, but unsurprisingly, they couldn't get the knife in.

The temperature reached a high of 140 degrees Celsius.

The metal locks on this zombie's body have all turned red.

The zombie let out a mournful howl.

The ceramic knife pierced the zombie's skin and cut it open instantly.

"It seems that neither dead nor alive King Kong zombies can withstand temperatures of 140 degrees Celsius," Madi said with a grave tone.

"Most zombies would die under such high temperatures, but the King Kong zombie is still able to survive and continue to heat up. I want to see what the highest temperature this kind of zombie can withstand is."

"Yes." Wang Yin continued to adjust the temperature in the high-temperature furnace.

150 degrees.

The roars of the King Kong zombies inside grew louder and louder.

The Vajra Rope grew increasingly red, and the Vajra Zombie's struggles intensified.

As it struggled, the skin of the Vajra zombie rubbed against the Vajra rope, and the skin gradually peeled off.

160 degrees.

170 degrees.

180 degrees.

The skin has completely peeled off.

But surprisingly, the zombie's bones weren't seriously damaged even after rubbing against the diamond rope.

It looks even harder than skin!

Upon realizing this, Madi's eyes burned with intensity.

Such hard bones!

"Let's see if we can cut off this zombie's arm with a ceramic knife."

He wanted to test whether the bones of a King Kong zombie would soften at 180 degrees Celsius.

Clang!
The ceramic knife slashed down, and the bones of the Vajra zombie broke off.

hoo hoo hoo!
The zombies roared wildly.

But when the temperature rose to 190 degrees, the zombie seemed to reach a critical point and fell completely silent.

At such high temperatures, most zombies would have melted long ago.

But this zombie was still alive; you could even see it struggling.

Madi was also really going all out.

"The temperature continues to rise."

The temperature has reached 200 degrees Celsius.

At this moment, the zombie's bones were extremely brittle; they could easily knock them off with a light touch of a ceramic knife.

And the Vajra zombie became completely still.

I saw the King Kong zombie die.
The red glow reflected on the faces of the people outside the high-temperature furnace, but there was no joy on their faces.

Only a temperature of 200 degrees Celsius can completely kill the King Kong zombie.

What kind of freakish zombie is this?!

A chill ran through everyone.

In a few months, they may have to face these zombies, and large numbers of them, the King Kong zombies!

(End of this chapter)