Rebirth 08: Equipment God

Chapter 440 Primitive Culture
"On Systems Engineering," the teacher's magnum opus.

If we exclude the "12th Five-Year Plan Industry Outlook Report" that he completed with Zhai Da, this "philosophy of science" is the last and longest-researched achievement of the teacher.

Of course, things are different now. After regaining his freedom of movement on New Year's Day, the teacher has already set off to revisit the land he has worked so hard to build throughout his life, visiting the three northeastern provinces, the Northwest, three rocket launch sites, and the space agency, among other places.

Even more! It should be that they went to many places that Zhai Da couldn't go, such as the "Underground Great Wall" of the mushroom bomb.

The journey is still ongoing, and the old man's health is better than others imagined. On the contrary, his wife's health couldn't hold up, so she returned to Beijing first.

Perhaps after the journey ends, the old man will produce even newer results, Zhai Da is very confident about this.

Zhai Da has been exploring systems engineering for a long time, including having him absorb the essence of all the "manuscript-type" equipment he has, except for his grandfather's notes, which are also of blue rarity.

However, in practice, Zhai Da found that there were limitations to his absorption of manuscripts: multiple manuscripts by the same person in similar fields could not be absorbed repeatedly.

For example, after absorbing Sun Ting's earliest chemical manuscript, Zhai Da had her write an "Inorganic Chemistry Notes." The system acknowledged the birth of the manuscript, but [On Systems Engineering] refused to absorb it, and it conflicted with the manuscript's own added value.

However, if the manuscripts are from different people in the same field, a notification will appear saying "the level of reading has increased," resulting in an accumulation effect that cannot be quantified.

A total of 32 manuscripts have been collected so far. Excluding cases where one person produced multiple manuscripts, the manuscripts come from 27 people and 15 different fields.

It is worth mentioning that not all the manuscripts point to "discipline" or "scientific research"; some are quite abstract, such as "contortion" and "acting".
[On Systems Engineering] Not accepted.

However, it also includes animal husbandry, history, pharmacology, and even Ge Qiaoqiao's "physiognomy".

It might be a picky eater, or something like Jiu-Jitsu, which could be called talent, but it really can't be called "science".

On the panel, although this blue equipment is still far from encompassing all disciplines, it has provided Zhai Da with considerable benefits in certain high-frequency fields, such as engineering, physics, and chemistry. It has absorbed more than three manuscripts in each of these fields, enhancing his understanding, learning, and analytical abilities.

In the hotel suite, Zhai Da lay half-reclined in mid-air, flipping through manuscripts. He had fallen in love with this chair because no other chair could fit his waistline so well and could be adjusted at any time.

When you're young, you don't know the value of your waist; when you're old, you kneel on the ground and shed tears in vain.

Among the two boxes sent by Fudan University, Zhai Da received three manuscripts.

Besides Yang Tiantian's chemistry notes, there were also two sets of notes: one from another girl on journalism and the other on vocal music.

When the latter two theories were presented to the system engineering team, they both rejected them.

Is journalism something you learn? It's fabricated.

However, Zhai Da still recorded everyone's contact information and will send them invitations later.

Now, we have neither a shortage of money nor a shortage of manpower. Even members of "π" from all over the country can maintain their presence from a distance, waiting to be activated when necessary.

"Yueda Catering" has also entered places like Shanghai, Beijing, and Nanjing, each bringing a "Mist Tavern" as a tradition. They are not afraid of losing their customers, and students are powerless against this kind of "mysterious organization".

Isn't that super cool?
Just as everything was almost settled, the door to the hotel suite was swiped open. Zhai Da poked his head out, and his mother and Xiao Mutou walked in with bags and packages. Even Tang Xiao Kui was carrying two bags.

The large-scale procurement has clearly come to an end.

Zhai Da wanted to complain a bit, but then he realized that his mother had become the middle-aged woman he used to complain about in his past life. She went on a shopping spree as soon as she came to Shanghai, but the malls were full of scams.

But then again, it at least proves that there's no pressure in life, right?

Isn't this a sign that my life hasn't been in vain? Let Mom buy whatever she wants, even luxury goods that Gaga buys. As long as she's happy.

When I took the bag, I looked inside.

All kinds of bulk fabrics
"Mom, did you come to buy goods for the wool mill?"

“How could a wool mill use such good materials? These are all for their own use.”

Zhai Da chuckled dryly, "How many clothes would that take? You're just making things difficult for yourself!"

Yu Xiaoli slapped Zhai Da's hand away: "I don't know what you mean by these words. I only know that the best clothes are made by master tailors and can't be bought in shopping malls."

"Then why don't you find a tailor? Why do it yourself?"

Ms. Yu, hands on her hips, said proudly, "Your mother is a master chef!"

Zhai Da could only smile and give a thumbs up: "Indeed."

Disappointing parents are the most boring, and so are their children.

Aside from absolute right and wrong, most conflicts are simply a matter of whether one is willing to compromise when interests and beliefs clash. "I need a pair of pants, and I want black ones."

"Have Xiaowei make your pants; she knows your size."

Zhai Da:
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The next morning, a group of fifteen people from the research institute, including Zhai Da's family, Cheng Mo, Sun Ting, Lu Tao and other "π" members, as well as some key staff members of the research institute, boarded a bus arranged by the World Health Organization from the hotel.

They have special tickets. The opening ceremony is tomorrow, but they can already go in and tour the place. Those who get these tickets are basically political figures from various countries, global media, corporate executives, etc., and those with very strong connections can also get them.

This is not unique to this World Expo; it has always been like this, since once the Expo opens to the public, it causes a huge uproar.

Similar arrangements will also be made at various air shows and professional exhibitions, with the intention of separating institutional visitors from tourist visitors, which can also be used as a trial operation.

The bus arrived at the gate of the World Expo Park, and Zhai Da looked at the familiar gate with some emotion.

Yeah, that's where he showed off.

Sun Ting, holding up a camera, shouted, "President, come strike a pose, I'll record you. What were your lines again? That time-stop magic trick?"

Cheng Mo adjusted his glasses. He had studied the text frame by frame countless times, and his conviction was something we should all learn from. He said, word by word, "The most unpredictable thing in this world is the human heart, and the hardest thing to change is also the human heart. Even I am powerless to change it."

Zhai Da gave him a stiff look:
One more sentence and I'll kill you.
Two people from the World Health Organization accompanied us, but they were not important figures; they were just acting as guides today. There were many similar small groups in the park.

Upon entering the Expo Park, the China Pavilion, known as the "Crown of the East," stands out prominently in the distance; its structural design is undeniably impressive.

The name is also very imposing.

Lu Tao immediately took out his sketchbook from his backpack. He came here to visit various buildings and gather inspiration; otherwise, he should be wearing a white hat at a construction site in Dongyang.

After consulting with everyone, the tour guide planned the tour route. Even without queuing, it would be unrealistic to see everything in one day, so they only selected some of the more important places.

It's really comfortable here when there aren't many people.

When there are many people around, please refer to the most outrageous imagination in your mind.

Don't worry, it will be even more exaggerated than that.

A few mainstream countries can build their own venues, but among the 190+ countries, at least 150 are co-hosting, such as most African countries crowding together, some of which are more accurately described as "booths".

It's not that they're being treated differently, but rather that even if they were given the same treatment as someone with a separate museum, there simply wouldn't be enough money to build it.

Inside the African pavilion, the group strolled around, stopping frequently to admire the exotic scenery. There were other "VIP groups" in front and behind them, but they didn't know each other.

At one of the booths, Ge Qiaoqiao pointed to an abstract wood carving and said, "This is so strange, why is the arm carved in front of the person?"

Lu Tao glanced up briefly and said casually, "That's a chest."

Ge Qiaoqiao: ? ?
This is longer than my lifespan! I thought it was just me supporting myself on my knees with my hands!
I subconsciously felt an uncomfortable stinging pain in my chest, but then I thought that with my abilities, even Earth's gravity was powerless against me.

Meanwhile, Zhai Da was also touring the various places with great interest.

He was not interested in African culture, and its primitiveness made it difficult to call it culture, since most of them did not even have a basic understanding of it.

But having so many of them together is quite interesting, from a purely curious standpoint.

Until a certain point, I saw a broken line.

"Congratulations, host. We have discovered the green equipment [Ancestral Three-Legged Urn]: It is made of wood but is soaked in a special oil, which has allowed it to be preserved for nearly two hundred years. According to the wishes of the tribe's ancestors, every descendant must be placed in the urn when they are born. Only those whose cries are loud enough to be heard will survive and be provided for. Those who kill enemy tribes will have a kilogram of fat cut off and smeared on them. This custom has continued for seven generations until the tribe was destroyed and the entire tribe switched to cotton cultivation."

Ownership: Not owned, not activated

"Equipment effect: The wood shavings scraped off will produce a strange fragrance when burned. Enemies who smell it will fall into great panic and even hallucinate."

"Special effect: If a newborn is placed in this urn for one hour, the probability of dominant genes for genetic diseases is reduced, but there is a risk of infection."

"Unsealing Mission: Bless seven newborns, or sacrifice the fat of seven enemies."

"Note: It does not rot in water, but melts in fire. The lid of the urn was added later, because there was originally a human head on it."

(End of this chapter)