It's none of my business. I'm just a lunch box seller.

After carefully inspecting the Yangtze 031, the ship experts told Captain Zhao that his submarine could be repaired, but the repair would be meaningless, or even if it was repaired, the submarine would not last long due to its own metal fatigue.

In fact, the fact that the submarine remained submerged in the bay for more than 200 years without disintegrating is a miracle in itself.

In the view of ship experts, the most valuable part of the entire submarine for research is its nuclear power system.

Regarding the structural design of the submarine itself...

To be honest, for the UNSC in 2024, the development of submarines has completely reached a dead end. This is not to say that submarines are no longer necessary, but that there is no need to develop new types of submarines.

After all, the time left for mankind by the solar crisis is running out. When the earth leaves its orbit, submarines and ships will be out of history. As for the future of the navy, Boss Cheng's warship has given everyone the answer: the future of the navy is not in the ocean, but in the sea of ​​stars.

"Let's not worry about whether it's the stars or not." Boss Cheng pointed at the truckloads of things being transported to the base and asked the UNSC staff, "Why are they instant noodles again? And all of them are instant noodles?"

"No, no, no!" A staff officer corrected with a smile: "It's not all instant noodles, there are also rice, flour, sugar, salt and other things, but instant noodles do account for the majority."

"Speaking of which... domestic brands like Baixiang, Huafeng, and Nanjiecun are almost sold out by you, right?"

"Oh, Boss Cheng, you really underestimate our domestic food production capacity, don't you? If all the instant noodle production lines in our country were fully operational and the instant noodles they produced were distributed to the people of the country, do you believe that 80% of our people would cry from eating them?"

Boss Cheng stared at the staff officer without saying a word.

The staff officer continued, "In fact, in recent years, instant noodle manufacturers have been trying their best to suppress their production. During the economic downturn, instant noodle manufacturers are also under great pressure to stock up."

"Then, you plan to sell instant noodles across the ocean in the wasteland to help these companies solve their inventory pressure?"

"They are all homegrown national enterprises, so we'll help them if we can. After all..."

"After all, instant noodles are really popular in the Boston wasteland!" Boss Cheng looked at the trucks coming in and out and told the staff officer: "Did you know? Instant noodles are about to become the hard currency in Boston. The currency status of soda bottle caps is suffering a huge impact from instant noodles!"

0208 20: Beijing Time

"Boss Cheng," UNSC Navy Staff Officer Zhang asked, "How do you usually drive a ship?"

"I don't sail."

"Not sailing? Why?"

“Because it won’t open.”

"You can't sail? Such a big ship..."

Boss Cheng pointed at Sweet Cheese, who was only half exposed in the command center of the bridge, and said, "My ship is controlled by the little cutie."

Sweet Cheese, who had half of his body inserted into the AI ​​processing interface and was used as the core of the artificial intelligence processing, said to Staff Officer Zhang: "I am Sweet Cheese. Sweet Cheese is the little cutie of Pilot, meow!"

Staff Officer Zhang was frightened by the "meow" of the sweet cheese. He looked at the Li Kui-style sweet cheese, then at Boss Cheng, and then decisively shut up and stopped talking.

Yesterday was Saturday, and Boss Cheng watched the UNSC move supplies into the warship for a whole day. So today, Sunday, is destined to be a busy and boring day!

It was not even 6 o'clock in the morning, but Captain Zhao and his seven colleagues and the UNSC staff had already "forced" Boss Cheng onto the warship. Boss Cheng was not fully awake and had not even washed his face. But the others were all in high spirits and full of interest.

Denise had warned Boss Cheng last night, "You can go wherever you want tomorrow, but don't take me with you." After all, Denise has no feelings for the country on the other side of the wasteland world, and the survival of the wasteland island country has nothing to do with Denise.

Besides, if Boss Cheng's trip was delayed by something, like he suddenly disappeared for ten days or half a month, she would still be responsible for the daily operation of the hotel, otherwise how could she pay back the loan?

But in fact, as soon as Boss Cheng's spaceship took off, Denise rushed to the computer and opened the "Shunfengnuan" client which became very stuck again. She started a day of ignoring Xiao Xiangcheng and concentrating on fighting in the game.

At this time, Boss Cheng's 40000-person rocket had already rushed out of the atmosphere with dozens of people and was about to reach the sky above the North Pole. Boss Cheng chose neither to fly east nor west, but headed north.

You asked Boss Cheng why he flew this way, but Boss Cheng didn't understand. Anyway, Sweet Cheese told Boss Cheng that this route was the fastest and most convenient flight route after ignoring Rakshasa Country.

However, when the spacecraft lowered its altitude and re-entered the atmosphere, everyone on board remembered a very, very, very realistic problem - they had forgotten about the jet lag.

This was not the fault of the staff officer, nor of Boss Cheng. If there was anyone to blame, it could only be that Boss Cheng's hotel was too convenient. They were used to the fact that it was 8 a.m. in Hualin City and 8 a.m. in Boston, switching worlds without any time difference. As a result, everyone ignored the fact that this flight only crossed time zones, not worlds...

"It should be around 7: Beijing time outside now, right?"

"It should be, otherwise it wouldn't be so dark."

"But why can't I see any light outside?"

"If you go to Siberia in 2024, there will be basically no lights."

"Eh?"

Everyone on the bridge looked at Boss Cheng. Boss Cheng shrugged and asked everyone, "Who told you that you are returning home now?"

Zhou Zhe, who didn't know much about navigation, asked directly: "But there is no satellite positioning here, how do you know that the warship has not returned to China?"

Staff Officer Zhang Bangcheng answered: "Because it can be located by tracking the stars..."

More than 10 minutes later, the ship entered the northeastern territory. After another ten minutes, the warship lowered its altitude again, even descending to less than 50 meters from the ground.

Several staff officers looked at the ground through the windows, but all they saw was pitch black, and they couldn't tell where the air was and where the ground was.

The spaceship had already stopped. Zhou Zhe, who knew Boss Cheng better than anyone else, asked, "Are we home yet?"

"Well, I was a little curious, so I drove over here to take a look."

At first, no one understood what Boss Cheng meant by "home". But everyone was smart and soon realized that the place where the spaceship stopped was probably Hualin City in the wasteland world.

As more than ten searchlights on the ship were lit up, the ground was illuminated as if it were daytime. In the place illuminated by the lights, a ruined building, which was not as big as Boss Cheng's, but had the same layout as the school in the backyard of the hotel, suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

"Do you think there was a person named Cheng Tianshuang here more than 200 years ago, before it was destroyed by nuclear bombs?"

No one dared to answer this question. Or rather, they were afraid to answer the same question in their hearts as Boss Cheng. Boss Cheng might not have existed in this world, but did they? After all, this world and theirs share the same origin.

So, what if!

Boss Cheng raised the battleship to an altitude of 100 meters and asked Sweet Cheese to start the life detection equipment. However, the spacecraft scanned the area of ​​about square kilometers nearby and found no signs of human or humanoid life.

"It seems there is no one around here." Boss Cheng sighed helplessly.

A staff member who specializes in economic and social research laughed and joked, "Isn't this normal? In fact, Boss Cheng, you should be more suspicious about whether Hualin City was destroyed in the nuclear war or was abandoned before the nuclear war broke out."

Well, everyone thought that with the economic structure of Hualin City in another world, the possibility of it being abandoned was greater than the possibility of being destroyed by a nuclear bomb. After all, America's nuclear bombs were not blown by the wind, so there was no need to waste nuclear bombs in a city with both light and heavy industries.

But Hualin City is too close to the border of North Korea and the Changbai Mountain volcano group. Even if it is affected by a nuclear bomb, it is probably because America wants to bomb North Korea or intends to use a nuclear bomb to detonate the Changbai Mountain volcano.

At this time, Sweet Cheese suddenly asked Boss Cheng: "Iron Driver, do you want to turn on the radio?"

"Is there a broadcast signal?"

"Yes! I have found 1 strong shortwave signal, 17 weak shortwave signals, and 9 longwave signals."

"Play a strong shortwave signal."

"Alright, meow, Pilot!"

The next moment, when the sound of the broadcast echoed in the bridge, the dead atmosphere in the bridge suddenly changed...

"It disappeared without a trace!"

The radio DJ with a sly voice asked, "Aren't there quite a few people who went up there together? How come they disappeared without a trace?"

The female radio DJ with a silly voice replied, "You were not there, so you don't know. The National Day holiday just passed, and the floor leader and the secretary of the floor committee organized the employees to go outside the entrance after get off work to clean up the garbage and waste that had accumulated in the past few days."

The radio DJ with a sly voice asked again: "Isn't this activity good? Why did the people just disappear?"

The female radio DJ with a silly voice replied: "It's good, but good events need good people. It's not easy for everyone to get to the ground, so what if we go to pick up trash? We should seize the opportunity!"

"Yes, it's a good opportunity!" the male DJ echoed.

"But we didn't meet a good Yin'er at such a good opportunity!" The female DJ continued, "I don't know who was so wicked. We had just been picking up the items for a while when Yin'er pointed at a large fire cloud in the sky and shouted, 'Run! The radioactive cloud is coming again.' Then we looked up and saw only a large red cloud. We didn't care whether it was a radioactive cloud or not. We just turned around and stomped into the dungeon. That guy almost squeezed my shoe off."

In the bridge, except for Captain Zhao and his six crew members, everyone else is familiar with this kind of talk radio program. Although the two DJs have been telling the big and small things happening around them in a half-serious and half-serious way, we can learn from the conversation between the two:

First of all, there is a fairly large underground city near the spaceship!

Secondly, the dungeon is divided into layers, and there are many layers, at least 5 layers.

Again, the leader of the negative fifth floor and the secretary of the layer committee proved that there is a management class and basic order in the dungeon.

Finally, this underground city allows residents to return to the surface in small numbers to explore or work, which also shows that the environment outside the underground city is not inaccessible.

This news is absolutely good news for the people on the battleship. If every signal that Sweet Cheese searches for can represent an orderly underground city, then under this land... there are at least 27 large underground settlements that are safe, orderly, and have public entertainment activities, and can even support "idlers" for entertainment!

"Hey, sweet cheese!"

"Yes, Pilot."

"Switch the signal source, this time switch to the long-wave signal with the best signal!"

“Swish…Sizzle…Woo…”

"Ankeli, Ankeli, use Ankeli for dysentery and diarrhea. One pill will work immediately, and you won't fart."

"People like us who stay in the dungeon all year round always have pale, dry and dull skin. Try the tanning cream from the brand Liangtan, which will turn you into a healthy bronze beauty in 7 days! Wow, look! This handsome guy is so dark! Men's tanning cream is also on sale."

"Now it's time to listen to the book. We will continue to play the sixth episode of the popular work "Sun Wukong vs. Calabash Brothers" for our listeners. We welcome our listeners to continue listening."

"Continuing from the last chapter, the Monkey King rescued the pangolin that had dug through Hulu Mountain..."

At this time, everyone on the ship, whether they were over 200 years old or in their 20s, was a little confused. The situation in the Pacific Ocean was not only beyond the expectations of the UNSC staff, but even Captain Zhao and his crew did not expect that the situation here was much better than they expected!

At least they heard advertisements on the radio, even cosmetics advertisements, which was enough to prove that the flow of goods and commercial services had been restored in a certain underground city.

Boss Cheng switched the channel again, and this time the sound coming from the loudspeaker really made everyone excited!

Because they heard...

“Beep~beep~ding!”

"China National Radio!"

"China National Radio!"

"It is 20: Beijing time now! The hourly news is reporting the current events in the dungeon for you!"

0209 Welcome back to the motherland

"China National Radio!"

"China National Radio!"

"It's 20: Beijing time now!"

"The hourly news is reporting the current events in the dungeon for you!"

When the standard, accent-free voice of the broadcaster sounded, the air in the bridge suddenly stagnated. But after a few seconds of this stagnation, a fusion-like, fiery cheer broke out!

Captain Zhao and his crew members in particular burst into tears.

"Still there!"

"She's still here!"

"Our motherland, she is still here!"

Several veteran UNSC staff officers also clenched their fists.

"I already knew it!"

"Our ideals, our doctrine!"

"Our cause cannot be destroyed by a nuclear bomb!"

Yes, our ideals, our doctrines, and our cause were not destroyed by the nuclear war that destroyed the world. Instead, they broke through numerous difficulties and obstacles, sprouted again, and are growing vigorously against the storm!

At this time, the oldest staff officer on the trip silently took out an old file bag from his briefcase that was seriously yellowed but had no traces of folding or curling. The old staff officer tried to steady his trembling hands and handed the file bag to Boss Cheng in a smooth manner.

Top secret!

This is what Boss Cheng noticed first when he took over the old file bag: the red seal on the sealed paper and the number "Secret 1964XXXXXX" on the file bag.

"Open it. In our world, it is just a historical document that proves our tenacity and courage to resist the Soviet Union's all-round nuclear blackmail for the first time. But!" The old staff officer pointed out the window with a trembling hand, "Here, it is enough to prove that we are of the same origin... the most effective evidence! If they still remember this communication instruction that is almost 300 years out of date, then! We! Will definitely be able to! Quickly gain each other's trust!"

Just as the old staff officer said, the content of this document is a last-ditch backup plan to use radio to encrypt passwords to prove the identity of surviving troops when the country suffers a devastating nuclear attack and all wired communication facilities are destroyed.

However, when Boss Cheng opened the file bag and pulled out the only piece of letter paper inside, he found that there was only a radio communication frequency band and more than ten lines of lyrics that were well-known back then.

Thank you!

Zhou Zhezhi, who was standing next to Boss Cheng like an adjutant, noticed that the contents of the letter were all lyrics, so he snatched the letter away before Boss Cheng could speak.

"Xiao Zhou! Comrade Zhou!" The leader of this team asked sternly, "What are you doing?"

Zhou Zhezhi explained to his leader earnestly: "Don't let him sing! Otherwise, we might be mistaken for enemy spies and be shot down by our own missiles!"

"Comrade Zhou Zhezhi!" the leader warned, "Pay attention to your words, actions and identity!"