The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 13: Countdown Cocktail Party (Part 1)
Beijing’s early autumn sky was blue and high, and the rare sunny weather made Xiao Liping’s mood better for no reason.
He raised his wrist to look at his watch and decided to leave earlier, so he made up an excuse to dismiss the secretary, walked out of the compound, and beckoned to stop a green taxi.
"Where are you going? The new car I just picked up doesn’t know how to navigate, scan, or swipe your card. Just tell me the address is enough, and you’re guaranteed to find it." The driver turned his head back in a good temper. Compensating for a smile.
"It's okay, drive east, I know the way." Xiao Liping glanced at the unopened rear seat terminal touch screen, waved his hand and said.
"Fuck." The driver turned the steering wheel, and the electric car went silently into the rolling traffic. Xiao Liping leaned on his seat, smelling the faint smell of washing powder from the new seat cover, and looked at the new landmark building of cbd, gtc, China headquarters. The 133-story, 450-meter-high magnificent glass curtain wall passes through the windows.
The green taxi quickly got off the main road under the instructions of the passengers, turned around, and came to a bungalow area behind the high-rise buildings.
"Master, turn right ahead and park the bicycle at the alley entrance." Xiao Liping leaned out and pointed.
"Good." The driver expertly turned the narrow intersection and drove into an alley planted with lush tall locust trees on both sides without signposts. At the end of the alley was a half-covered wooden door, which was exposed. In a corner of the screen wall of the courtyard, in front of the wall, stood a smiling man greeted him.
The car stopped in front of the door. Xiao Liping took out the cash to pay the fare, got out of the car and waved to the driver.
The driver's master grinned, the spherical wheels rotated around the center of gravity, and the taxi turned 360 degrees on the spot, quietly drove out of the alley, and rolled up a new layer of yellow leaves on the ground.
"Come on?" The tall young man at the gate of the courtyard, wearing a loose white shirt and messy short black hair raised his eyebrows, and spoke with a serious smile at the corners of his mouth.
"Here." Xiao Liping replied, pushing the tortoiseshell glasses, patted the non-existent dust on the trousers of his trousers.
The two walked around the brick-carved "Suihan Sanyou" screen wall, and walked into the square brick courtyard with three square ears and two ears. There was a big gold fish bowl in the courtyard and a few tails of five flowers swimming in the tank. Dragon Eye, there was an old man sitting under the grapevine, holding the teapot while listening to the radio, and when the two came over, he didn't talk to each other, squinted his eyes and nodded.
"Old Zhao, we went in." Gu Tie said hello to the old man with a smile.
Gu Tie moved a screen at the south end and coughed when facing a white wall. The corner of the wall buzzed and the ground with polished blue bricks slowly sank, soft light streaming out from the ground, he Making an inviting gesture, Xiao Liping nodded, and the two walked down side by side.
The basement is an empty room of nearly 300 square meters. White diffuse light leaks from the ceiling, walls, and floor. The two walked to the center of the room on the soft floor and sat cross-legged. Gu Tie made a downward gesture. , Dimmed the lighting, and snapped his fingers. Several huge dark red numbers appeared in the air: 205x.xx.xx, and the last few digits kept beating between 0 and 9.
The two people stared at the scrolling numbers dreamily. After a while, Xiao Liping said: "It's early. How will this meeting be conducted? Do you want to log in to the terminal?"
"If you don't need it, just use the video conference template. I encrypted it. There is no problem with security." The male host lay his hands and feet on the floor and answered lazily.
The two were silent for another few minutes.
"Old Xiao, what have you been up to lately?" the person lying there reluctantly asked.
"It’s not that. It’s almost the end of the year. It’s time to summarize and commend. Final accounts, budget. Spend some money on surprise. Next month, we will hold a summary and commendation meeting and let the office finish the manuscript. Just wait for the data. Come out." Xiao Liping pushed his glasses.
"...Actually, I don't want to know what you are doing at all. I just think it's a bit **** for the two men to sit together like this." the other party said. "When I talk about this kind of painful topic, I'm not **** at all."
"Gu Tie, can you be a bit upright?" Xiao Liping frowned.
"No." Gu Tie replied categorically.
Xiao Liping wanted to find some good words to teach him, and suddenly there was a voice beside him saying in English: "Hey, I'm here, where are the others?"
Gu Tie and Xiao Liping projected a young black man sitting cross-legged, wearing a funny purple cartoon nightgown, wearing a nightcap with a pompon, and holding a lemon coffee cup.
"Is it fast?" Gu Tie looked at the time, curling his lips.
Soon, two other figures appeared in the room: a tall Nordic man with golden hair in a suit and leather shoes, and a yellow middle-aged woman with a short stature and double-stranded Indian braids.
"Let's start?" Xiao Liping looked at Gu Tie.
"Please, please." Gu Tie sat up and stretched out his hand humbly.
Xiao Liping sighed, stood up and looked around, and said:
"At 17:00, October 8, 2052, Beijing time, this is the first meeting of this month. Sakir who is absent will receive video materials after he returns. Chinese is my mother tongue. As usual, this month Mandarin Chinese is a rotating language. This is a simple meeting to confirm that we are in good condition with each other, and to report on the progress and to formulate the agenda for the next meeting."
He stopped and looked at the huge red number floating in the air: "As you can see, the fourth digit has not changed. It has been 25 months since the third digit, and no progress has been made. —I don't even know if this is a good thing or a bad thing." Xiao Liping spread his hands and made a helpless expression.
"Comrades, the revolution has not yet succeeded." Gu Tie added.
The black man in pajamas interrupted and said: "Adam, I respect you and your little head as always, but can you stop saying'comrades' in the future? Do you know that this word is translated in Hausa? How awkward is the pronunciation?"
The Indian woman glanced at him: "Don't pay attention to this clown, Mattrill's sober level is directly proportional to the alcohol content in his body. Obviously he has not drunk today's first bottle of palm wine."
The black man raised the yellow mug with a little anger: "Senegal talents drink that low-fermented junk juice,-their team can beat our team because their players are not drunk. This is not the fault of the African Eagles, nor is it the fault of Abuja Distillers!"
"Be quiet, Mattrell, and you, Shamsher." Xiao Li said flatly. The two of them were obviously afraid of him, and cast their eyes down.
Gu Tie coughed twice and said: "Through the help of Islam," he nodded to Xiao Liping, "The total number of threads we entered in'Genesis' reached 700, which is already a backdoor. The limit of throughput. At present, our peak computing capacity has reached 2374ppm (one millionth). If we want to increase the number of threads, the chance of not being discovered by Genesis is basically 0."
"How about using scientific research timing to make shells? My company's subordinates research all 300ppm permissions, and they can all contribute." The Nordic man said in a low voice, he thought about it, and drew a simple system architecture in the air , "The safe thickness of the shell is between 5 and 10ppm, plus the exchange loss of 1ppm. If our newly added thread uses a tree structure, it should be possible to reduce the risk and increase the calculated peak intensity to 2663ppm."
"I have a feeling that calculations can't find the final answer." Shamsher said.
"Indian instinct?" Mattrill asked jokingly.
"The intuition of the Apaches." Shamsher corrected.