On a wide desktop, there are many cards in a mess, and each card contains three Chinese characters.

Welcome the King of Special, and the Dead will die, and the Oriole will go...

Another piece of paper was pinched in a man's hand, and he looked at the words on it - Internet.

"Based on his pronunciation and intonation, we made hundreds of arrangements and combinations. This word is the most appropriate. What Xiao Qiang said was probably it..." Su Zheng said to him.

The man put down the piece of paper, held the teacup on the table, and then went to his lips, and slowly drank it. He asked, "What kind of inference do you make in these three words? Is it a brief statement from the British spy network?"

His voice was a little low and thick, with a magnetic sound, which sounded very comfortable.

Su Zheng hesitated for a moment and said, "This is the greatest possibility..."

"Haha," the man laughed, "You guys, your imagination is so rich! Look at this, this is also a spy, that is also a spy, how can there be so many spys? Have you followed him for so long? Have he done anything that is not conducive to the country? Look, whether it is a chip or a projector, at most, he can only say that he is a little greedy for money, but what he does, objectively speaking, is of great help to improve our country's scientific and technological level and international reputation..."

"But the Director, he went to Hong Kong and changed the nature of the company to a Sino-foreign joint venture..." Su Zheng said dissatisfiedly.

The man shook his hand: "Don't discuss this matter anymore! As mentioned above, it is understandable that our past history has made businessmen worry about it. He just took some small measures to ensure his legitimate interests, which is nothing."

He paused and said, "He said that this thing has immeasurable value in military and civil use. This means that it is an object, not an organization. Moreover, whoever masters it can enhance the strength of the country! This is the key!"

"This is also one of our inferences." Su Zheng said cautiously, "but I don't know where he heard of it or if he suddenly thought it out, so I confirmed it to us that I don't know yet."

"Well! I will ask someone to check it. If it is unrelated, I will give it to you to provide it to him," the director tapped the table, thought for a while, and asked, "He has completed the report? What have he done these days?"

Su Zheng blurted out without thinking: "A few days ago, they all lived at Li Jiang's home at Tsinghua University. Through Li Jiang's introduction, he made a special visit to Professor Yang Huaihou of the Department of Electronic Engineering. Mr. Yang is an authority in computer science in my country. They went in the morning and talked all day. When they left, Mr. Yang personally sent him to the door and prepared a lot of books and materials for him. These days, he kept reading books in the door, and occasionally went to Yang's hometown to ask questions?"

"Are you there at that time? What did they talk about?" the director closed his eyes slightly and said softly.

"It's all about computers, and there are also electrical knowledge such as integrated circuits. He asked about some progress in Chinese character processing, operating systems, etc., many of which are basic theories. However, the visual graphics operating system he proposed was very interesting to Mr. Yang. The two of them chatted the longest in this regard." Su Zheng's voice was a little excited, as if he also liked this graphics operating system.

The director didn't open his eyes and asked, "Do you think this thing is good?"

"A pretty good idea!" Su Zheng gave a very high evaluation, "This is different from the instructions we have to enter every time we execute a command. It is very intuitive. Even if people who have not learned computers can get started quickly and be proficient in operation!"

"Oh?" The director opened his eyes and sat upright, "What did Mr. Yang say?"

"Old Yang also praised this idea! However, he also said that with our current computer development capabilities, it is still difficult to complete such a large amount of data calculations. Now, it is not of practical value..." Su Zheng's tone was also a little regretful.

"That's right..." The director slowly leaned back, closed his eyes and leaned on the back of the chair, silently as if he was asleep.

Su Zheng said again: "But Xiao Qiang said that in this idea, he has registered a patent in China and will register an international patent as soon as possible, so that Mr. Yang will not have to worry."

After the projector incident, Su Zheng, who had not valued patent issues so much, couldn't help but pay attention to this thin piece of paper. With this thing, it means that you invented it. If others want to use it, they have to pay a high patent fee. Thinking of the value behind it, even he couldn't help but jealous of Xiao Qiang, but he couldn't help but admire his wonderful ideas. He could be so unlucky. No wonder he developed so quickly!

"Just like a projector, let's do it for us abroad!" the director said softly, "This child Xiao Qiang is a treasure!"

"Yes!" Seeing that the director had nothing else to ask, Su Zheng was about to step down, and suddenly remembered something, he turned around and said, "Director, that little girl also reported to Peking University yesterday. The girl was thin-skinned and afraid that the teachers and classmates would gossip, so she refused to let Xiao Qiang accompany her. I saw her holding an enamel basin, water cup, thermos, dragging a pillow, bedding, quilt, and mosquito net. She was still very strong. She was alone in Peking University, so do she need to send someone to protect her so as not to meet bad people again?"

The director grinned: "How is their relationship? Is it possible to get together?"

Su Zheng thought for a while and said, "Xiao Qiang still values ​​her very much. For her, he ran to face the kidnapping of hooligans alone. As for how they will be in the future, I guess if there is no surprise, I might be together. I am not an expert in this, I can't tell."

"Don't be so absolute..." The director muttered vaguely, "Young man..., there are so many girls in college, and it's hard to say what happens in the future. Forget it, this is not a big deal. I will arrange it, so you don't have to worry about it. Protect Xiao Qiang, try to meet his requirements, and don't make him disgusted with your existence."

"I understand." Su Zheng quietly withdrew from the office.

The director sighed slowly, looked at the paper on the table, and said to himself: "Xiao Qiang, Xiao Qiang, you can really find trouble for me. The matter of the mysterious organization has not yet been settled, so I have created an Internet for me. No wonder you scolded you too. If you don't fight for three days, you will go to the room to remove the tiles!"

At this time, Xiao Qiang was sitting at the desk reading a book in the dormitory, reading the computer books prepared by Professor Yang Huaihou for him. Some of the materials were not found outside. In this era, they were very precious.

In a few days, he also wrote a pile of notes. This was the first time he was reborn in this era and studied so seriously.

It is still unknown whether the Internet can be made, but the Internet is a joint group based on computers, and the future will belong to the computer era. He has learned computer knowledge very hard.

Bang, something bounced on the ground and hit his butt, soft.

"Wan Dong, it's you again, don't you want to be beaten?" Xiao Qiang didn't have to look back and knew that it was Wan Dong, who was in the same dormitory, who was teasing him.

Wan Dong is from Shandong and is a fellow Shandong fellow with Bai Changhe in his dormitory. The two often get together and chat in Shandong hometown dialect.

Although Shandong dialect also belongs to the Northern language family, it has its own characteristics and is very different from the pronunciation in Beijing, which is promoted as Mandarin. If Xiao Qiang had not traveled around the world in his previous life, he would have been like others, and would not understand it if he stared at me.

It is precisely for this reason that the other three people in the dormitory collectively protested, demanding that they not be allowed to speak Shandong dialect in the dormitory. Correspondingly, Wan Dong and Bai Changhe also included Xiao Qiang as a fellow Shandong fellow, deliberately communicating loudly in Shandong dialect in front of them. Unfortunately, Xiao Qiang responded in fluent Mandarin and did not let their conspiracy succeed.

Wan Dong was also 1.82 meters tall, and he was a standard Shandong man. He was only three centimeters shorter than Xiao Qiang in his dormitory. However, his body seemed to be much better than Xiao Qiang, with big arms and round waists. When he first met, if Xiao Qiang hadn't known that China had no habit of recruiting sports students like foreign prestigious universities, he would have regarded him as a sports special admission.

Like Xiao Qiang, Wan Dong is also a freshman who has just entered the School of Information this year, but Xiao Qiang studied electronic science and technology.

The research directions of this discipline are physical electronics and optoelectronics.

This is a very practical subject, and its suitable working range is the teaching, research, development and application of physical electronics and optoelectronics, nanophotonics, optical communication, optical sensing, information display, integrated circuits, integrated optoelectronic systems, computer-aided design, etc.

However, Wandong's learning direction is computer programming.

In this era, there were no more programming methods as many times as Xiao Qiang remembered in his previous life, and the functions of computers were mainly used for scientific research. Due to storage media, programs could not be very large. It not only requires software workers to have deep software knowledge, but also must know the hardware and its development well and dig into every detail. Moreover, every program worker has his own characteristics. If he is not a master who is also proficient in programming, outsiders may not even understand the programs he wrote.

It can be said that without compiled program code, it is equivalent to a heavenly book!

But every time Xiao Qiang saw Wan Dong, he was amused that he would choose such a subject. Because Wan Dong was really strong, so strong that he was attracted by the department basketball team as soon as he entered the school, especially his huge palms. As long as the basketball was held in his palm, others would not want to grab the ball from his hands!

And this is also the funny thing that Xiao Qiang felt. He couldn't imagine how Wan Dong used his pair of thick fingers as thick as a Luobu to type in lines of code on the keyboard! As soon as he thought of Wan Dong's ten fingers as thick as someone else's thumb, they would laugh out loud, just like he did at this time.

"If you dare to laugh again, don't blame me for turning against me!" Wan Dong said in anger and threw the rebounded basketball gently on Xiao Qiang's head.

"If you don't laugh, I will never dare to laugh again!" Xiao Qiang could not hide the smile on the corner of his mouth and took off the basketball.

The reason why Wan Dong applied for the software department is because he is particularly sensitive to numbers.

When he was young, he was extremely excellent in mathematics. Of course, since mathematics in elementary school is not very difficult after all, it mainly lays the foundation for students to enter the next step of learning, Wan Dong has not shown any special features.

When he entered junior high school, he gradually distanced himself from other classmates. He was discovered by the math teacher he taught and gave him a special stuttering for a period of time. His progress can only be described as a leap. In the second year of junior high school, he had already started to study the math courses in the third year of high school and was shocked to be a genius!

When he was in high school, when he felt that mathematics was boring, he accidentally saw a piece of program code. He relied on his deep mathematical skills to solve this code. However, he did not understand the specific meaning of this code. But from then on, he became deeply interested in programs and always tried every means to get the program source code, decompile it in the way of human brain, and enjoyed it.

However, Wan Dong is a mathematics student with superhumanity. He is so bad that other subjects are unquestionable.

Xiao Qiang discovered that whether it was intentional or unintentional, his classmates in his dormitory were all subjects.

Bai Changhe’s strength is his hands-on ability. When he was five years old, he did it himself without relying on the help of an adult, and made a ship model - a ship model that truly has an engine that can automatically navigate on the water surface!

He learned about electrical engineering and automation. For him, these cold machines were even more acquainted than humans.

Needless to say, Xiao Qiang himself is just a freak, so strange that no one knows how to classify him. But the rest of the roommates seem to be no worse than him: he has a thick-bottomed eyes with this strange name, and is a chemical crazier; Li Gang is more interested in aerospace than anything else, and he always wants to build a Chinese space shuttle with his own hands; only Ji Ming and Xuanxiang are more normal, except for him going to Tsinghua University to learn artistic design, which is jaw-dropping, and he really can't find out that he has other shortcomings!

"A nerd, are you still reading books? Tsk tsk, it's a pity not to play basketball, the captain of the basketball team told me just now, let me be the main force if I want you to pull you into the team, how about it? Just help my brother and get my life!" Wan Dong pretended to be pitiful and squatted beside Xiao Qiang's desk.

Although Tsinghua University is a science and engineering university, most of the students are boys, most of these people are scholars with weak physiques and will also be candidates for researchers after graduation. It is really not easy for the basketball team to find qualified players. Seeing Xiao Qiang's height and flexibility, he refused to give up.

"No! I said, I want to read a book!" Xiao Qiang took out a flat eyes and put them on, stirring up the appearance of a weak scholar, and looked down at the book.

"Reading! Reading a bird book, there will be military training tomorrow. I'm so tired that I'm dying. I think you still have the strength to read!" Wan Dong slapped hard on the desk and shouted at Xiao Qiang's ear, "This time I heard that I was going to the Northern Military Region for military training. The other party sent a large colonel to supervise the military training, but it's strict. I promise that within three days, all the books you read will be forgotten from your mind and can't even remember a word."

Xiao Qiang sneered.

What's wrong with the Northern Military Region? For him, as long as it is a military region, it will be the same as his mother's home. Going to the Northern Military Region is equivalent to returning home!

Just military training, what are the strictest things? He grew up in the military region since he was a child. He was nothing more than standing in a military posture, kicking straight stance, styling, stooping military fists to fool everyone, and then doing something like marching in the middle of the night. By the way, he would send five bullets to each person in the end, so that you could hit the bullets to a place where even the gods could not find them.

These are all tricks that Xiao Qiang is tired of playing with. He is so familiar that he can't be more familiar with it. He is even afraid of this. That's really sorry for the name of the soldier's children.

Even if you give him a tank, he can drive it on Chang'an Street, take a walk around Tiananmen Square, and then drive it back smoothly!

Just thinking about it, he grew up in the Southwest Military Region. He just went to the Southern Military Region a few days ago, and then ran to the Northern Military Region for military training. It seems that he really has an indissoluble bond with the army!

After coming in from outside the dormitory, he stared at his pair of eyes twisted by glasses, searched everywhere, and said to Xiao Qiang: "Xiao Qiang, the counselor asked you to go there."

"Which department counselor?" Xiao Qiang really couldn't see this super myopic eye. Don't look at him wearing such thick lenses, he couldn't see things clearly when he looked up, and he had to touch and strode when walking.

"Which department counselor is the counselor Liu who came in with you yesterday." He then groped around and found his bed and sat down. In order to take care of him, everyone asked him to sleep on the lower bed nearest bed so that he would not touch everyone and touch everyone.

Tsinghua counselors are all graduate students in school. They are all from the school, so they are very kind to these younger students. Because they are also students, they don’t put on airs and can provide guidance to experienced people on matters that need to be paid attention to during the study process, which is very popular among freshmen.

Speaking of counselor Liu, Xiao Qiang also smiled bitterly.

He arrived at school earlier than everyone else, holding a book all day long and wandering around the school. Counselor Liu thought he was an old student. There were a lot of freshmen who reported to him yesterday, and he was even more busy than the previous two days. When he saw Xiao Qiang still leisurely, he dragged him over to help, which made Xiao Qiang half tired.

Later, he realized that Xiao Qiang was also a freshman, so he apologized repeatedly and sent him back to the dormitory politely.

I won’t have anything to do today, would you ask me for help?

Xiao Qiang lamented, put down the book helplessly, walked to the door, suddenly remembered something, and turned around and asked, "Youcai, can't you see it? How did you know that the counselor Liu sent me back yesterday?"

I just put my eyes on the book and looked over little by little without saying a word, just pointed at my ears with my fingers.

Damn! Xiao Qiang almost fainted.

It turns out that when God takes away something from a human, he will give him additional compensation. His ears seem to be more agile than dogs, and he can also remember the characteristics of human voice!

"Awesome!" Xiao Qiang walked about ten meters away before hearing Wan Dong's exclamation from the dormitory, "Brother, how did you do it? This is the ultimate martial arts of the Tingfeng Bian Gun in martial arts! Teach me quickly. As long as I practice this move, it will be a move that is better than a move. Even Dongfang Bubai Resurrection is not my opponent!"

In recent years, the martial arts craze has gradually emerged. The martial arts novels of Jin Yong, Liang Yusheng and Gu Long, who were previously listed as banned books, have also entered the lives of mainlanders. This novel genre, known as "the fairy tale of adults", was immediately loved by the mainland people. The names of martial arts heroes such as Guo Jing, Jin Shiyi, and Lu Xiaofeng have also spread all over the country and become idols in the dreams of many people.

College students have made great contributions to this. They have more time to read martial arts novels, and admire the heroes and heroism in them, hoping to be in it and be proud of the heroes and heroes with the heroes!

Even traditional martial arts is becoming increasingly prosperous, and many scholars are still carefully verifying whether there is any internal strength.

When he entered the large office where counselor Liu was located, Xiao Qiang saw many students here, collecting military training clothes from their respective counselors.

This counselor Liu insisted on treating himself as a class leader, and he also came to me for such things, so I don’t have this free time.

Xiao Qiang turned around and left. In the crowd behind him, the voice of counselor Liu came from the crowd: "Xiao Qiang, I'm here!"

In love, the other party thought he didn't see anyone, so he left and greeted him enthusiastically.

As a result, Xiao Qiang was embarrassed to go back to the dormitory and walked over slowly: "Consultant Liu, you are here, I thought you were not here."

Counselor Liu is thin and wears old-fashioned black-framed glasses. His hair is combed in a slight tangle. He is wearing a short-sleeved white shirt. He can tell at a glance that it was changed by the long-sleeved sleeves. However, it is ironed without any wrinkles, just like him, and looks refreshing.

"Here, this is the military training clothing, military caps, tops, trousers, belts in your dormitory. You can take them back and distribute them. Tell them that the trousers in the military uniform are not allowed to be smaller by themselves. If anyone changes to smaller, let him change them back by himself! There is no need to bring a washbasin or something, just bring a toothbrush and soap. On the first night of military training, the instructor will usually give you a warning, get an emergency meeting in the middle of the night, and sometimes you have to march urgently, so that they should not eat too much before going to bed and be more alert. You guys in the dormitory should help each other..." Counselor Liu sweated slightly on his forehead, and he said in detail in detail.

Of course, Xiao Qiang knew how those big-headed soldiers would deal with these college students. He had seen too many jokes like this in the military compound. But counselor Liu was so serious and responsible, and he bowed his head and accepted it repeatedly.

"Hey! Are you Xiao Qiang?" A crisp female voice sounded, with a local Beijing accent.

Xiao Qiang looked over blankly. One meter away, a girl stared at him, her eyes full of curiosity.

This girl is about 1.7 meters long, with her waist-length hair, dark and soft hair, and she pays great attention to maintenance at first glance. Now she has tied a high braid and slashed her eyebrows slightly, looking charming but not artificial. The surface of her clothes seems to be the same as everyone else, but when you look closely, the fabric is completely different. The shirt is breathable and tangible, which is obviously much better than others. The cut is also very well-equipped, perfectly supporting the youthful figure of a graceful girl, with fair skin and matching the shirt.

This girl stood so often, and her expression and aura naturally had a condescending meaning.

Xiao Qiang frowned and thought, he had no acquaintances in Beijing, and he asked politely: "May I ask, have we ever met?"
Chapter completed!