The night wind howled, and Xu Zhi spiraled up the stairs in the tower.

At this time, the Xu Positive Signal Tower has been closed, but the closed gate cannot stop him.

As long as there is a communication signal and a regular factory electronic lock is used, the permission dogs can enter different levels of electronic devices at different levels.

As a level 9 authority dog, Xu Zhi can use his mobile phone to easily open the electronic door through the back door of the program, without leaving a trace.

If he uses the authority, he can even turn off the signal tower's sources directly, and wait for the repair review to respond, or replace the device, so that the tower can be turned on again.

With the ninth-level authority, few people will have this kind of bad taste.

Xu Zhi came to see the traces of the signal tower device.

Not only from books, but also from the inspection department to enter the small ruins to use the signal tower, Xu Zhi is very familiar with this kind of product.

He easily opened the device at the top of the tower to encapsulate the source.

Xu Zhi looked at it for a while before silently re-locking the electronic lock.

After thinking about it for a while, he began to march towards the site where the Special 441 Research Institute was located.

For ordinary people, few people know the location of the major research institutes, and it is extremely difficult to find these venues.

Xu Zhi flipped around and searched, only to finally see the venue of the Special 441 Research Institute.

The houses in this place are not obvious on the outside, just a few red brick houses, dim lights, dilapidated and hidden under the mountain, like a sparsely populated small mountain village.

The institute is located in the middle of nowhere, with only one country road leading to it.

Xu looked around, and some of the places where the grain was dried could obviously be used as a tarmac for the aircraft.

This is also the main way of transportation of materials for the Institute.

A lot of information kept echoing in Xu Zhi's mind.

He finally stared at the two swarthy old men who were smoking dry cigarettes outside, and the two of them were quite old, chatting about family things like ordinary old men.

The cold night wind in February is obviously a bit cool for people with average cultivation, especially for the elderly.

The two old men chattered and cooed for a while, and when they finished smoking, they clamped their clothes tightly and returned to their respective rooms.

Xu Zhi's body shook for a moment, and suddenly turned into a shadow and escaped, following him.

When the old man opened and closed the door, he had already squeezed into the red brick house.

The room is extremely ordinary, and you can't see the appearance of the research site.

After the old man locked the door and pushed open the bedroom door, Xu Zhi saw the bunker that entered the underground passage.

The work of the two old men is not complicated, but they are only responsible for the security and vigilance work outside the Special 441 Research Institute.

This work has been done for decades, and from ordinary young people, they have slowly entered their old age.

The old man trembled and began to squeeze into the quilt, and it had only been a few minutes since he closed his eyes, and Xu Zhi pressed a finger on him to make him sleep more deeply.

The bunker that entered the underground research institute was just a wall, and with a little force, the wall of concealment had been pushed open, revealing a glimmering underground passage.

It was built decades ago, and the style of the institute is completely different from that of modern research institutes.

The dark passages are made of concrete, and there is the sound of murmuring water droplets in some broken places, and when the water droplets fall, they slowly converge into the ditches on both sides and lead into the underground drainage.

Just walked more than 30 meters and turned two corners, Xu Zhi saw the closed gate of this secret research institute.

On the door is the very old first-generation electronic lock, involving fingerprints, iris and other inspection methods, it is still familiar with the opening of the road and sneaking in.

Excessive privileges did not raise an alert.

Xu Zhi closed the door that only opened the gap, and continued to visit the underground research institute.

The living room, the guard's room, the living square, and the research center are like opening up a small underground kingdom, and the underground world suddenly becomes larger.

The light from the ceiling illuminates the place as if it were daytime.

It was ten o'clock in the evening, and there were still people walking around the place.

It's obviously day and night, and it's a very casual routine.

Most of the researchers' schedules were already extremely chaotic, and as they walked forward, they could see people who were interested in discussing research, some yawning, others eating, and exercising.

Mao Qishan, the director of the Institute of Communications, is now nearly 80 years old, and he no longer specializes in communications research, but only leads apprentices and participates in project guidance.

When Xu Zhi found the other party, the old communication expert was explaining.

Although it is difficult to slow down the aging of his body with the cultivation of ordinary cultivators, Mao Qishan's body is extremely well maintained, his face is still full of red light, and he is extremely strong.

The little lady who was standing next to her with tea and water was obviously Mao Qishan's new wife, and she was dressed up extremely fashionably.

For these young researchers who were led to the class, a beautiful young woman undoubtedly added a bright color to the dull and isolated research life, and Xu Zhi could feel several pairs of green eyes that flashed green from time to time.

The voyeurism of these young people seemed to make Mao Qishan extremely proud, and his voice was a little louder when he explained.

Probably thinking that he had been discovered, the young people's eyes suddenly retracted.

"That's all for today's topic, you have to study it carefully, the future of the world of communication belongs to young people."

Xu Zhi waited for a long time before seeing Mao Qishan accept the handouts, and casually drew several horizontal lines on the submitted report to indicate errors or omissions.

The old man obviously had a good set of professional questions, and the last few horizontal lines made the young researchers concentrate.

"Gone, gone."

Mao Qishan hugged his little wife's thin waist, yawned, and drifted away.

"There is so much research, no matter how advanced it is, it is just a building in the air, and it cannot be used in society."

"The cost of building third-generation communication facilities is too high, and there is no way to do it."

"But now the society needs it, you look at the delay of those shopping platforms, the difference in geography is too great, if we all lay down communications, the country will definitely become a large local area network, how good it is for the society to be able to contact at any time."

"That's right, the development outside is too fast, and the second-generation communication can't keep up with the times."

"The theory of the third generation of communication has been perfected, and I don't know how long it will take to adjust, and the cost of communication consumables can no longer be reduced, which is a problem of productivity, and has nothing to do with our technology."

"It is not possible to build the infrastructure of the third generation of communication, nor can it be done there, and I don't know how long Director Mao wants us to study it, and now the cost price of manufacturing is very low."

"We have built a lot of them, and it is particularly expensive to lay them across the country, and major research institutes are thinking about reducing costs."

Xu Zhizheng wanted to follow and explore Mao Qishan's private residence.

Hearing what the young researchers were saying, he paused again and listened intently to what the researchers were saying.

He is focused on spiritual practice and has only a mediocre understanding of technology.

This kind of internal affairs is under the jurisdiction of the administration and is under the jurisdiction of Lu Shengan in northern Xiangbei.

Now that I listen to a few words, I can't help but be interested.

"I heard that only big people outside can make national calls, and the third generation of communication can make real-time national calls for everyone, like ours tested in the research institute, no matter how the communication will not be delayed."

"We can't connect to the Internet, we can only play LAN."

"Director Mao can preempt traffic to connect to the Internet, we just don't have permission, one day let's take Director Mao's account to try his kind of pseudo third-generation communication."

"It's best to get the contact information of the provincial party committee, let's reflect it, and see if we can promote the communication infrastructure."

Several researchers discussed with great interest, but the content gradually made Xu Zhi frown.

Preempting traffic for national communication is a privilege only available to level 8 and level 9 network permissions, and Mao Qishan's level is obviously not enough to achieve this kind of permission.

This is opening his mouth in private, making it convenient for himself, and indirectly having high-level pseudo permissions.

"The country is now engaged in large-scale infrastructure construction, moving cities everywhere, and there is no shortage of money, and it will definitely be able to carry out communication infrastructure, and the old houses in my family have been expropriated, replaced with a large and new one, and a resettlement fee of 50,000 yuan has been paid."

"You're lucky, I heard that those women in the aristocratic academy like men with big houses."

"I want to marry someone as beautiful as Mrs. Mao."

"I want to marry someone more beautiful than Mrs. Mao."

……

It wasn't until the researchers turned to the topic of non-nutrition that he left the communications lab.

Heroic and invincible grandmaster

Heroic and invincible grandmaster