Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

Jinling Advanced Institute.

Standing at the door of the dean's office, Chen Yunhai took a deep breath, straightened his collar, and reached out and knocked gently on the door.

Soon after hearing a “please come” from the room, he pushed open the door and walked in, respectfully.

"You looking for me?"

"Well, something," stopped Lu's pen, Lu Zhou smiled from looking at Chen Yunhai standing at the door, then stood up and gestured to the sofa, "Don't be so kind, quickly Please sit down. "

After seated on the sofa, Chen Yunhai nodded his gratitude to the secretary who poured tea on him, then sat upright on the sofa and began to look at the draft paper stacked on the coffee table.

I saw some inexplicable calculations and symbols drawn on those draft papers, and beside these verification steps, there were a standard pattern like a curve drawn with a ruler.

After looking at it for a long time, I did not see a doorway. Just when Chen Yunhai was about to give up, Lu Zhou came over with a cup of coffee and sat down opposite him.

"Some personal interests, please don't take it seriously," said Lu Zhou, sweeping the draft paper on the coffee table aside, then taking out a stack of documents with the printer's oil temperature, and gently pushing it on the coffee table In front of him, "About 2 hours ago, we cracked the signal sent from Mars to Earth, and I am sure you will be interested."

Upon hearing this sentence, Chen Yunhai's expression suddenly became serious, and he quickly scanned it after picking up the document from the coffee table.

When he saw the three dazzling characters, his reaction was almost the same as that of Lu Zhou, and he frowned slightly.

"SOS ...?"

Lu Zhou nodded.

"Yes, combined with what's happening on Mars right now, it shouldn't be a problem with our cracking work. New Virginia may have encountered a little trouble."

After a pause, Lu Zhou continued.

"For us, this may be an opportunity."

When he heard the word opportunity, Chen Yunhai's eyes moved slightly, many thoughts flashed in his head for a moment, but he shook his head after half a minute.

"I see what you mean, but I'm afraid it's difficult ... From the perspective of the White House, Americans would rather let them all die than agree with us in this matter."

If China is to take over the rescue work, it will not only damage the national prestige of the United States, but also bring a series of uncontrollable risks such as technology leakage.

Although this statement may not be humanitarian, spaceflight itself is a risky thing, and the death of a few astronauts is not enough to affect the overall situation.

From the perspective of the overall situation, if the rescue work cannot be started, it is better to let the three astronauts die like this rather than let Hua Guo intervene in this matter.

At best, prepare them for a unique funeral after the fact.

Perhaps Space-X's stock price will be hit hard after this, but Ares' plan will not be so simple to fall. Their researchers will learn from this failure and pave the way for the next success ...

"I know," put down the coffee cup in his hand, Lu Zhou nodded, and continued, "In theory, it is unlikely that NASA's spacecraft will cost hundreds of millions of dollars for three astronauts A trip to Mars ... and still in doubt about the success of the rescue. The announcement of the deaths of the three astronauts after the 'accident' is more in the interest of US authorities. "

"That's right." Chen Yunhai nodded. "So this opportunity is hard to use."

"Not necessarily," Lu Zhou shook his head and said with a smile. "If we let the Americans know, what about the three astronauts?"

Chen Yunhai's pupils narrowed slightly, and her eyebrows raised a radian of interest: "You mean ..."

"Yes, leak the news from our side," Lu Zhou nodded, and continued. "It can't be saved if it can't be saved, but it can't be saved if it can be saved ..."

"That's not an accident, but a murder!"

...

United States.

NASA headquarters.

At the Ares Ground Command Center, staff are busy working in their respective positions.

Standing in the command center, Director Carson spoke quickly to the gloomy president and reported the current situation.

"Dust storms on Mars have now been identified as a global climate event and it is expected that it will take at least five months to stop. Our colonists are facing—"

He strongly interrupted Director Carson's words, and the president said with a trace of anger in his exhaustion: "I don't care if they encountered a dust storm or something. I just want to know one thing. Where is your plan? "

Director Carson was silent for a moment, and spoke heavily.

"Sir ... Although I don't want to say this, to be honest, the hope is slim. Even if we now launch BFR rockets and go to Mars by unconventional transfer orbit, it will take at least three months to reach Mars orbit."

President: "Can our colonists last for three months?"

Chief Carson hesitated, saying in a difficult tone.

"Only 50% of the time ... the premise is that they do some conscious self-help."

"We can't let them know yet," interrupted Director Carson, and the president said flatly, "Tell them that we are doing our best to rescue them so they don't have to worry!"

"But our rocket ..."

Faced with the gloomy sight of the president, Director Carson, who understood the meaning of the president, opened his mouth, swallowed the second half of the sentence, and nodded hard.

"……I know."

Rather than bringing the three astronauts back alive, letting them "close their mouths" is more important. The premise of shutting them up is to convince them that NASA is doing its best to rescue them.

If once they were made aware that they would never survive, the BFS spacecraft with high-power telecommunications equipment floating in Mars orbit would still be working ...

For NASA, this will be a disaster.

Just then, footsteps came from the corridor outside the command center.

Soon, the White House secretary appeared behind the two.

"Mr……"

After hearing the voice, the president turned back, looked at the tall man, and frowned.

"what happened?"

Swallowing, the secretary continued in a heavy tone.

"The news was leaked."

The president gave a slight glance ~ www.readwn.com ~ asked subconsciously.

"what news?"

"Information about the New Virginia Colony ..." A stack of newspapers was taken out of the carry-on bag, and the secretary unrolled it and handed it to the president, saying carefully ... "See it yourself."

The newspaper is Renren Daily Overseas Edition.

Taking over the newspaper from the secretary, the president squinted.

However, he had just put his gaze on the newspaper, and his heart was stunned.

I saw a striking line of capital letters on the headline of the newspaper.

[Mars encounters an unusual climate once in a century, and global sandstorms cover the whole world, and "New Virginia" may be in danger like never before! 】

WTF? !!

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