After Mr. Peng finished speaking for Lao Zheng, Lao Zheng nodded silently.

After a moment of silence, Mr. Peng suddenly became curious, "As you say, the other party also needs to find more than a thousand people to encrypt the file?"

Lao Zheng almost vomited out with a water cup in one breath.

"Chief, don't you know that there is something called a computer?"

Mr. Peng came to his senses, "I know, didn't the Chinese Academy of Sciences develop several units?"

"By the way, I remember you have one 701 too."

"You mean?"

Lao Zheng nodded, "The other party uses a computer to encrypt it."

“More than a thousand units?”

Lao Zheng shook his head again, "The other party's computer is developing very fast. According to informal intelligence channels, we learned that the other party's computer computing power is about one million floating-point operations per second!"

"And the best computers we use now have less than 100,000 operations."

"Every second, it's an order of magnitude. The other party will use one to beat us ten of them."

"Although it's a bit unrigorous to say this, it's the truth."

"As long as they want to spend time encrypting, we need to decrypt it ten times or even a hundred times."

"Besides, computer consumption is astronomical every time. People can turn on it all day. Can we do it?"

"If we run for a day, the entire department will have to drink cold water."

Lao Zheng shrugged and said helplessly.

In the office, Mr. Peng was holding the information with a serious expression.

Lao Zheng was drinking tea and looked calm.

But the two of them were filled with helplessness.

The other party's shameless method is to seize that one's side does not have enough hard power.

"Damn, scoundrel!"

Mr. Peng cursed, and Lao Zheng sighed.

"So, if nothing unexpected happens, you have to wait for a long time?"

Lao Zheng nodded, "We have tried our best, there is really nothing we can do."

"So, Mr. Peng, it depends on your command art and knock the other party out."

"Maybe the other party will think we have cracked it and let them change the way themselves, so we will have a chance."

"Otherwise, eight hours are just the beginning and it may be longer afterwards."

Mr. Peng patted his forehead. Without the support of intelligence in this war, wouldn’t he be fooled?

What kind of command art is simply to cross the river by feeling the stones, or to hit a dead mouse.

It is better to expect the enemy to make mistakes than to count on him.

"Of course, if our computers develop better, we can speed up."

Old Zheng said Youyou, but this matter can only be said in the end.

Because it won't work if he says it, otherwise he would have to launch a battle of thousands of people?

After leaving the office, Mr. Peng asked the guard to send Lao Zheng back and then walked towards the command center.

During the conversation, the command center's phone number was almost blown up.

Putting down one and another sounded again. As soon as the staff finished speaking, the other side called to ask.

Before Mr. Peng could enter the command center, he heard the noise coming from inside.

When he pushed the door open, Mr. Peng's face was silent.

A group of staff members were startled and unconsciously lowered their voices.

When he walked to his position, Mr. Peng picked up the phone.

He knew that many people were waiting for his explanation.

When the phone is called, Mr. Peng will explain the situation.

The first one is about intelligence. He does not need to shirk responsibility, but he has to make it clear about this matter.

If you don't change as soon as possible, you will only be more passive in the future.

The second is to explain the reason why the White Horse fighter plane did not move.

At present, when it is impossible to accurately intercept, sending a white horse fighter will only expose your own strength, which will allow the other party to touch the truth and reality of your own.

On the contrary, this kind of inducement and failure will make the other party confused.

These two explanations were quickly recognized by superiors.

Especially the second one, do not expose your fists without a sure guarantee.

To put it bluntly, the superior's appetite has grown bigger.

A little black bird, not satisfying its cravings.

It would be great if I could get a few more.

Therefore, both the superiors and Mr. Peng are waiting for an opportunity.

One White Horse fighter has a chance to increase to fifty or even more.
Chapter completed!