Scholars in the courtyard.

Chapter 3087 is only suitable for playing games.

Susko.

In January, the Siberian cold air greeted this snow-covered city like an old friend.

The snowflakes falling from the sky are like greetings between old friends, and the act of hanging icicles is a gift of greeting.

Outside the window, snowflakes are falling, covering the world in a silvery white.

Pavel stood by the window, looking at the thick snow on the road, where passersby left a trail of footprints, some deep and some shallow.

Pavel, however, kept his eyes on the guards on duty outside the church.

Despite the heavy snowfall, the guards were covered in a thick layer of snow, yet they stood there like statues.

Stay at your post.

The other person is sticking to their post because it is their duty.

And what about yourself?

My job, my responsibilities, my beliefs…

Pavel stared at the guards amidst the snowflakes, as if he himself were standing in the snow, enduring the bitter cold of minus thirty degrees Celsius.

crunch
The door opens.

A figure slowly walked in, and upon seeing the person standing by the window, a look of dejection appeared on their face.

“My dear Mr. Pavel, you certainly have a lot of leisure time!”

Chilvonenko walked up to him, holding a glass of vodka.

"I admire the Warriors of the league!"

Pavel didn't hesitate and asked directly, "Don't you think these warriors in the heavy snow are very brave and valiant?"

Chirvonenko stood at the window and looked out, then nodded. "Not bad, a good soldier!"

"Just like that team of ice and snow warriors back then."

"Unfortunately, he's too young."

Chirvonenko spoke with some knowledge, and Pavel's eyes narrowed slightly before he exhaled a long puff of white mist. "Yes, those people from back then are like falling snowflakes, buried deep inside and gradually forgotten."

Pavel snapped out of his daze, walked to a nearby table, picked up a bottle of wine, poured himself a glass, and then looked at the other man. "Go ahead and speak. I'm ready."

Chilvonenko put down the empty cup, then sat down in a chair next to him, tilting his head back and looking up at the ceiling.

The image of the Virgin Mary was facing him, and her loving gaze and broad-mindedness made him sigh.

"According to the investigation, people at the computer research institute received instructions."

"Of course, those guys aren't good people either."

At this point, he took a deep breath and solemnly said, "That bastard Canon has made his move!"

Chilvonenko spoke softly, and Pavel paused in his drinking, then asked casually, "It's normal to take action, after all, it's for the league!"

"Bullshit, what do you mean by 'for the League'?"

Chilvorenko slammed his hand on the table, then stared intently at Pavel. "For the sake of the Alliance, we should send that damned spaceship up there as soon as possible, and we should let those heroes who risked their lives for the Alliance's dream land on the moon and come back alive!"

"For the sake of the alliance, those damned experts should be arrested instead of wasting the empire's money and blood time and time again!"

"For the sake of the alliance, those damn bastards should all be shot..."

"All right!"

Pavel suddenly spoke up and shouted.

Looking at the fat belly in front of him, Chilvonenko took a deep breath, then slumped down to the side without saying a word.

Pavel picked up his glass and took another sip.

"It's too late to say anything now."

"If anyone's to blame, it's us for being too impatient!"

As he said this, Pavel became serious.

As a senior official in the alliance, he has led teams to negotiate key technologies with China on numerous occasions.

His most famous achievement was leading a major deal to exchange nuclear power plant technology for space-based weapons, which earned him the appreciation of his superiors and led to his gradual rise in status.

The effects of this deal are still unfolding.

However, the good times didn't last long. Subsequent attempts to obtain high-purity silicon and computers all failed. In addition, due to a mistake on the issue of North Ann, the United States gained the upper hand and successfully extricated itself from the quagmire.

Several failures led his superiors to question his abilities.

Subsequently, due to his own conduct and his close relationship with Gorzenfsky, he was targeted by Canon, who constantly caused him trouble.

This time, Huaxia's sale of computers to foreign companies gave him an opportunity.

No matter what it's called, a computer is a computer.

Those guys who used to research computers wanted to buy one for their studies, but they couldn't find one no matter what they tried.

He even reported on this matter to the police multiple times.

But now that China has lifted the restrictions, he bought three thousand units in one go, bringing them back with great joy, thinking he would gain attention.

Who would have thought it would turn out like this?

Those guys who wanted to research it earlier actually said that this kind of computer had no future.

They now possess technology that surpasses that of the other side's computers.

He wanted to laugh when he heard the news.

Since your computer is superior to the other party's, why did you go to such lengths to get one back for research in the first place?
Ridiculous.

Pavel patted his stomach, then looked at Chernonenko, "Since they don't care, let's just ignore them."

"Wasn't this supposed to be a game console?"

"Then let's sell it as a game console. Anyway, we won't lose money."

Upon hearing this, Chernonenko glanced at Pavel, then picked up the bottle on the table and filled his glass. "And then?"

Pavel picked up his glass and stepped forward to clink glasses with Mr. Gorzenfsky, his expression somber. "I think it's necessary to have a talk with Mr. Gorzenfsky."

Chernonenko raised his hand in acknowledgment, then downed the vodka in his glass in one gulp.

"Exactly what I want!"

……

Honolulu.

When winter comes, countless Americans come here to escape the cold.

Here, they can enjoy the sun, sand, and warm waters, and also experience surfing, snorkeling, and relaxation under the lush coconut groves.

On a private beach, fine sand rolls slowly in the breeze, then hits the gently swaying waves, instantly getting wet and disappearing into the spray.

On a corner of the beach, an elderly man with white hair, wearing shorts and with his chest exposed to reveal a tuft of gray hair, lay casually on a chair, holding a parasol in front of him to shield himself from the scorching sun, letting the sea breeze bring a touch of salty coolness.

Not far away, two girls in bikinis were also lying on chairs, but without parasols, their curvaceous figures giving the sunlight a distinct shape.

The two men, both wearing sunglasses, occasionally burst into laughter during their conversation.

Ring ring ring

Just as the three were enjoying the beautiful sunshine on the beach, the sound of a satellite phone ringing came from not far away.

“Oh, damn it, Grandfather, you promised us we wouldn’t have to work.”

A girl in the distance heard the sound and immediately shouted.

The white-haired old man slowly opened his eyes, turned his head and saw the security guard walking over not far away. He then gave the girl who had spoken a helpless look, "Anna, don't be so irritable. This is your grandfather's job, okay?"

“Of course, your dear grandfather will stay here forever, I promise you.” The girl pouted, then rolled over and lay face down on the chair, refusing to look at the old man again.

The white-haired old man took a deep breath and muttered to himself, "Alright, let me see who's so blind as to offend my beloved little princess."

As they were talking, the security guard came up with a satellite phone, respectfully handed it to the elderly man, and then turned and left.

The white-haired old man squinted, then looked at the two adorable children before turning to answer the phone.

"Sir, this is Lawrence. I'm very sorry to disturb your vacation."

Lawrence's voice came from the other end of the phone. The white-haired old man's expression turned serious, and then he said in a gentle tone, "Lawrence, you have made Anna very unhappy. If you don't bring a gift next time we meet, you may not be allowed to enter the door."

"Oh my God, I never expected it to be like this."

"Don't worry, I will definitely prepare a gift."

Lawrence replied with a smile, and the white-haired old man laughed heartily, "I have two granddaughters."

"Of course, two copies must be prepared."

The white-haired old man relaxed his body and then asked, "Well, Mr. Lawrence, is there anything urgent you need me to do?"

"You know, I don't want to hear nonsense, and I especially don't want to hear anything that makes me nervous. I'm getting old, and I can't handle any more stress."

"Yes, sir, I will try my best to explain the situation clearly, but of course it's not anything particularly important."

"But you instructed me to report to you."

"I told you not to listen to nonsense."

The elderly man with white hair was a bit agitated and spoke in an unfriendly tone.

"Oh, I understand."

Lawrence immediately changed his tone and quickly said, "Sir, we have completed the evaluation report on the 'Dawn One' computer, that is, the computer."

The white-haired old man nodded. "I guessed it should be this."

How is the report's performance?

"Sir, according to our professionals, as well as dozens of professors and experts from computer research at different universities, the other side's computer is inferior to ours in terms of hardware."

"The hardware gap is at least twenty years."

The white-haired old man was overjoyed upon hearing the news. "So, their computers are twenty years behind ours?"

I expected a positive answer, but instead, I heard a negative voice on the other end of the phone.

"Sir, that's not how it is."

Lawrence explained with a wry smile, "The performance of a computer is determined from two aspects."

"Hardware and software."

"In terms of hardware, we have an absolute advantage."

"However, in terms of software, the other party already has a mature computer language, and has also written a Chinese operating system, which has been given quite good capabilities."

With Lawrence's explanation, the white-haired old man immediately understood the meaning behind the other person's words.

"So you're saying that the other side has surpassed us in the field of software?"

Lawrence sensed the impatience in the old man's words and quickly changed his tune, saying, "No, what I meant was that they are still five years behind in software development, and we are still in the lead."

The old man with white hair felt somewhat relieved when he heard Lawrence say this.

"So, what is your final decision?"

The old man asked again, and Lawrence remained silent for a moment before stating the conclusion reached by combining all the information.

They believe that this computer was designed solely for gaming.

"In their words, such computers are only fit for playing games."

After Lawrence finished speaking, the old man frowned slightly. "But why did the Alliance buy three thousand units at once?"

"This is not a time for them to be rich and powerful; you and I both know their economic situation."

"They can't possibly invest that much money in a game."

"That's ridiculous."

"So, they have other reasons."

On the other end, Lawrence immediately replied to the question, "Sir, as you know, they are taking a different approach to computer research!"

"Moreover, they are already mired in a quagmire, and even if they want to change, those in front of them and those behind them will oppose them."

"Because copying homework means admitting failure."

This kind of defeat is very demoralizing.

"Then what did they buy it for?"

The white-haired old man was puzzled, but Lawrence's voice rang out again, "Sir, maybe it really is just a game."

"The situation in Hong Kong today is the same; rows of arcade machines are set up just to make money."

"Furthermore, France will be hosting a gaming competition this year, and this game will be featured at the event, which will drive the development of computers."

"So, this computer is for gaming, and it's very reliable."

Lawrence shared the expert's speculation and then awaited the old man's final instructions.

After processing the information he heard, the old man solemnly said, "Alright, since you all say so, let's just treat it like a game. After all, we should trust the opinions of our experts!"

"However, their research on minicomputers serves as a warning to us: we must accelerate our research, increase support, and move ahead of the pack as soon as possible to continue leading the world."

"Also, we need to research these game consoles. Even a penny is a profit we should pursue!"

Lawrence immediately replied, "Understood, we will try our best."

"Yes, a hardworking and loyal dog will be rewarded. Keep it up!"

"Yes, thank you for your kind words!"

After hanging up the phone, the white-haired old man lay down again.

As the sunlight began to move, the white-haired old man felt a burning sensation in his legs, and his mood immediately became irritable.

Just then, two girls ran over and hugged the old man. "Grandpa, it's too hot! We want to go inside and play!"

"Go ahead, I'll go in in a bit."

The old man looked at his little granddaughter with affection, then patted her head and said fondly.

"Yes! I'm going to take on five enemies!"

The eldest granddaughter ran off first, and the younger granddaughter called after her, "I want to choose the Dragon Kingdom, don't try to take it from me!"

"I want to choose the Dragon Kingdom too..."

The two ran happily into the villa, but the white-haired old man felt a little jealous after hearing the commotion.

He naturally understood what his granddaughter meant by "Dragon Kingdom".

It provides a clearer understanding of the factions represented by the other bases in the game.

Although it was disguised, he could tell the distinctive features inside at a glance.

However, for the United States, this was the greatest insult.

When did their weapons become so weak?
When did China's planes and tanks become so powerful?
It’s so unreal!
"Damn it, this game doesn't respect the facts at all!"

The old man angrily pounded the recliner, becoming even more agitated.

The thought that such a shameless game could actually make money made him feel even worse.

"The United States cannot lose to the other side in the game."