The sky in Beijing in early autumn is blue and high, and the rare sunny weather makes Xiao Liping's mood better for no reason.

He raised his wrist to look at his watch and decided to leave early, so he made up an excuse to break the secretary, walked out of the compound, and beckoned to a green taxi.

"Where are you going? I just picked up the new car, navigation, scanning, swiping cards or anything can't be used, you tell me the address, I guarantee to find it." The driver turned around and smiled good-naturedly.

"It's okay, head east, I know the way. Xiao Liping glanced at the unopened backseat terminal touch screen, waved his hand and said.

"Gotcha. As the driver turned the steering wheel and the electric car silently merged into the rolling traffic, Xiao Liping leaned back on his seat, smelling the faint smell of laundry detergent from the new seat cover, and watched the 133-storey, 450-meter-high grand glass curtain wall of GTC China Headquarters, a new landmark building in the CBD, pass through the window.

The green taxi quickly got off the main road and turned around to a bungalow area behind the high-rise buildings.

"Master, turn right ahead, park your bicycle at the mouth of the alley. Xiao Liping leaned out and pointed.

"Okay. The driver skillfully turned the narrow intersection and drove into an alley lined with tall and lush locust trees on both sides, without a street sign, and at the end of the alley was a half-hidden wooden door, behind which a shadow wall of a courtyard house was exposed, and in front of the wall, a smiling man stood and greeted him.

The car was parked in front of the door. Xiao Liping took out cash to pay the fare, got out of the car and waved at the driver.

The driver grinned, the spherical wheels rotated on the axis of the center of gravity, and the taxi turned 360 degrees on the spot, silently driving out of the alley, rolling up a layer of newly fallen yellow leaves on the ground.

"Coming?" The tall young man at the entrance of the courtyard, wearing a loose white shirt and messy short black hair, raised his eyebrows and spoke with a serious smile on his lips.

"It's coming. Xiao Liping pushed the tortoiseshell-rimmed glasses, patted the non-existent dust on the hem of his trousers, and replied.

The two of them bypassed the shadow wall wall of the brick carving "Three Friends of the Year and the Cold" pattern, and walked into the courtyard with three positive ears and two ears, and the square bricks were all over the ground, and there was a large goldfish bowl in the courtyard, and there were a few five-flowered dragons swimming in the tank, and an old man was sitting under the grape trellis, holding a teapot and listening to the radio.

"Lao Zhao, let's go in. Gu Tie smiled and said hello to the old man, and the two of them drove into the east wing, where there was a table and two chairs, hanging a freehand landscape, and the furnishings were simple.

Gu Tie moved away from a screen at the south end, and coughed in the face of a white wall, the ground of the water-milled green bricks in the corner of the wall hummed, slowly sinking, and the soft light came out from the ground, he made a gesture of invitation, Xiao Liping nodded, and the two went down side by side.

The basement was an empty room of nearly three hundred square meters, white light came out from the ceiling, walls, and floor, the two of them walked to the center of the room on the soft floor, sat down cross-legged, Gu Tie made a downward gesture, dimmed the lighting, and then snapped his fingers, and several huge crimson numbers appeared in the air: 205x.xx.xx, and the last digits kept beating between 0 and 9.

The two of them stared at the rolling numbers intently, and after a moment of silence, Xiao Liping spoke: "It's early." How is this meeting going on? Do you want to log in to the terminal?"

"No, just use the videoconferencing template, I've encrypted it, and it's no problem with security. The man lay on the floor with his hands and feet outstretched, and replied lazily.

The two men were silent for a few more minutes.

"Old Xiao, what have you been busy with lately?" the lying man asked reluctantly.

"It's not like that. It's almost the end of the year, it's time to summarize and commend it. Final accounts and budgets. Assault costs some money. Next month, a summary and commendation meeting will be held, and the office will finish the manuscript almost, just waiting for the data to come out. Xiao Liping pushed his glasses.

“...... Actually, I don't want to know what you're doing. I just think it's a bit gay for two men to sit together like this. The other party said. "When it comes to this kind of egg-sore topic, it's not gay at all. ”

"Gu Tie, are you a bit upright?" Xiao Liping frowned.

"No, I can't. Gu Tie replied categorically.

Xiao Liping wanted to find some good words to teach him a lesson, and suddenly a voice beside him said in English: "Hey, I'm here, what about the others?"

Gu Tie and Xiao Liping projected a young black man sitting cross-legged beside him, wearing a funny purple cartoon nightgown, wearing a pom-pom nighthat, and holding a lemon yellow coffee cup.

"Soon, right?" Gu Tie looked at the time and pouted.

Soon, two other figures appeared in the room: a tall Nordic man with blond hair and leather shoes, and a middle-aged woman of yellow descent with stocky and Indian pigtails.

"Let's start?" Xiao Liping looked at Gu Tie.

"You please, please. Gu Tie sat up and stretched out his hand to humble.

Xiao Liping sighed, stood up and looked around, and spoke:

"At 17:00 Beijing time on October 8, 2052, this is the first meeting of this month, and the absent Sakhir will receive video materials after returning, Chinese is my native language, and according to the convention, Mandarin Chinese is the rotating language this month. It was a simple meeting to make sure we were doing well with each other, to give us an update on the progress and to work out the agenda for the next meeting. ”

He paused to look at the huge red number floating in the air: "As you can see, the fourth digit has not changed, and it has been twenty-five months since the third digit was determined, and there has been no progress, - I don't even know if this is a good thing or a bad thing. Xiao Liping spread out his hand and made a helpless expression.

"Comrades, the revolution has not yet succeeded. Gu Tie added.

The black man in the pajamas interjected, "Adam, I respect you and your little head as always, but can you stop saying 'comrades' again?

The Indian woman glanced at him: "Ignore this clown, Matril's level of sobriety is directly proportional to the amount of alcohol in his body, and it is clear that he has not yet drunk the first bottle of palm wine of the day." ”

The black man raised the yellow mug with a little anger: "Senegal is the only one who drinks that low-fermented junk juice - their team can beat ours because their players are not drunk, it's not the fault of the African eagles, let alone the fault of the Abuja distilled spirits!"

"Be quiet, Matril, and you, Shamcheel. Xiao Li said with a flat face. The two of them were obviously a little afraid of him and lowered their gazes.

Gu Tie coughed twice and said, "With the help of Islam," he nodded to Xiao Liping, "The total number of threads we have entered in 'Genesis' has reached seven hundred, which is already the limit of the backdoor throughput, and at present, our peak computing volume has reached 2374ppm (one millionth), and the chance of increasing the number of threads without being discovered by Genesis is basically 0." ”

"What about using scientific research timing as a shell? My company's subordinate research institutes have 300ppm permissions, and they can all contribute to it. The Nordic man said in a deep voice, he thought for a moment, and drew a simple system architecture in the air, "The safe thickness of the shell is between 5 and 10 ppm, plus 1 ppm of exchange loss, if our new threads use a tree-like structure, it should reduce the risk and increase the peak intensity of the calculation to 2663 ppm." ”

"I have a feeling that the calculations can't find the final answer. Shamcheel said.

"Indian intuition?" asked Matrill playfully.

"Apache intuition. Shamchell corrected.