The Peregrine Falcon cruised under the starry sky.
Yun Shi, who was not good at drinking, was shaking her head and leaning against the porthole. The bright stars in the Gobi sky made her have the impulse to recite a poem.
Ye Qing, on the other hand, was sitting in his exclusive seat, staring at the thick encrypted laptop on the table.
The computer screen was dark. Only by careful observation could one find a little light the size of a firefly in the center, moving forward.
This was the Peregrine Falcon.
Ye Qing was controlling the Skynet satellite at an altitude of tens of thousands of kilometers to perform optical tracking work on the Peregrine Falcon.
The Peregrine Falcon turned on the main illumination light at the behest of Ye Qing. The satellite above enhanced the image so that the trace of the Peregrine Falcon could be seen with the naked eye.
In the end, Yun Shi did not recite the poem. Although there was a poem in her name, she was also familiar with a large number of Tang poems under the influence of her father since childhood.
She was afraid that Ye Qing would say that she was pretentious.
Yun Shi simply came over with the help of drunkenness, lying on the side and looking at the screen curiously.
"Boss, I saw in Hollywood movies that the protagonists can use the satellite to immediately see what kind of car their opponents are driving and what clothes they are wearing. Why is it so difficult for our satellite to see an airplane … "
"Because you've watched too many movies." Ye Qing gave her an angry look.
If it had been in the past, Yun Shi would have run aside and squatted after being given a supercilious look by her boss. Now her eyes were blurred, her face was red, and she was clearly slightly drunk. She was not afraid of the boss at all.
Yun Shi made a playful face at Ye Qing.
"First of all, you have to understand the difference between a communication satellite and a reconnaissance satellite." Ye Qing continued to look at the screen and said, "The reconnaissance satellites are arranged in low-Earth orbit, which is only 2,000 kilometers away from the ground."
"At such a low altitude, even with an astronomical telescope, you can see a large target on the ground."
Ye Qing said while making two distance gestures with his hand. "This is a communication satellite in a synchronous orbit, 36,000 kilometers away from the ground."
"The optical reconnaissance you see is just an amateur function of this satellite. Now do you understand the power of our satellite?"
"We're going to launch a reconnaissance satellite in low-Earth orbit. I guarantee that we can see whatever we want."
"Then should we also launch one?" Yun Shi yearned for the technology in the movie.
Ye Qing refused to answer this question and threw a cell phone at her.
"To the lounge."
"Boss, I'm going to … the lounge for what?" Yun Shi's eyes were strange.
"3 … 2 …" Ye Qing immediately shouted the countdown, and the latter quickly disappeared from Ye Qing's sight.
Ye Qing wanted to make a call to test the sound quality of the satellite phone.
The Skynet satellite was a professional network communication satellite. It could provide the network communication needs of the Banshee aircraft. Ye Qing was also preparing to equip all the management staff in the company with an internal satellite phone.
This was not to save on communication costs, but to maintain business confidentiality.
Dian Jing had high attainments in wireless encryption technology. It would be a pity if this technology was not transplanted to Skynet satellites and ground terminals.
…
In the dead of the night, it was inevitable that people's thoughts would wander.
For example, Jiang Shuya, who was far away in Pengcheng City.
At ten o 'clock in the evening, Jiang Shuya usually finished washing and got into bed.
Today she was no exception. But when she got into bed, Jiang Shuya couldn't fall asleep. Her mind was full of the shadows of the past few days.
Among those shadows, there was a diamond-shaped building that went straight into the sky, and the young president sitting in the office with a dignified appearance. There was also a bionic hand that broke her understanding of science and technology and made people wonder if it was a dream.
Deep memories told her that everything she saw was real.
But why did Jiang Shuya always have the impulse to take out her cell phone and confirm with Ye Qing several times?
At this time, he must not have slept …
Jiang Shuya fought several rounds in her heart and finally lost. She opened WeChat and found the cartoon little monster head that she set as a star friend and pinned the message to the top.
"Are you asleep?"
Ye Qing replied after more than ten seconds, "Of course not. What's the matter?"
"Are you busy?" Jiang Shuya felt that she was just chatting awkwardly.
"Fortunately, I'm on the plane now, flying to Zhongyun."
Jiang Shuya rubbed her face. Her usual style of chatting was not like this. She could always be very appropriate and stuffed a lot of meaningful emojis into the chat. When the Internet users she added chatted with her, they always looked restless and couldn't wait to fly to Pengcheng City immediately.
At that time, she was witty and witty, unlike now where she had to hold back for a long time to find a topic to talk about.
Jiang Shuya decided not to be entangled and asked directly.
"Boss, when can the second-generation bionic hand be delivered?" After the construction ceremony of the Bionic Hand Test Center yesterday, Jiang Shuya decided to call Ye Qing boss. This was the first time she called him that, but the other party was probably insensitive and didn't notice at all.
"There are only thirteen days before the European Medical Union. At that time, our Mead Hospital will have to leave two days in advance. I'm afraid there won't be enough time to prepare."
"I'll ask for you." Ye Qing replied after a while, "It can be delivered tomorrow. I'll ask the technical staff to take the next morning's flight. You can pick them up then."
"Right."
"Have you thought of the name of the bionic hand?"
Jiang Shuya almost forgot. She had been thinking about this problem in her mind for the past two days.
But she didn't come up with a reason. Su Yuhang, the first person to experience the bionic hand, was very keen on naming it.
"Zaohua Hand?"
"Lingbao Hand?"
"Lingxu Hand?"
"…"
Ye Qing was confused by these obviously childish nouns and hurriedly typed: "Dude, you've been reading too many cultivation novels, haven't you?"
"This … I didn't come up with it. It was Su Yuhang." Jiang Shuya quickly explained. She didn't know where these nouns came from, but when she heard Su Yuhang shake his head and recite them, she felt that they were very powerful.
"Forget it, I can't count on you." Ye Qing sent a sighing emoji. "Let's just call it the Primordial Spirit Hand."
"Strictly speaking, this bionic hand is part of the Primordial Spirit Set that we are about to launch with Tencent."
"Although the name sounds a little childish, the term 'Primordial Spirit' doesn't come from cultivation novels. This is a term in the classics of Chinese medicine and Taoism. Primordial Spirit has a special English term to describe it. "
"This term is indeed highly compatible with our product."
Jiang Shuya quickly typed a string of "Good, good, good."
Jiang Shuya and Ye Qing's chat stopped at this string of good words.
The next morning, Jiang Shuya arranged for a young nurse to pick them up at the airport.
She thought that the next person would be a young technician with glasses and a dull personality. She didn't expect it to be a little old man with slightly hunched shoulders and eyes that liked to look at the sky.
If he were a dozen years younger, Jiang Shuya might have politely recommended him to come to the hospital for free spinal orthopedic surgery.
Now Jiang Shuya decided to ignore him and concentrate on the publicity plan of the Primordial Spirit Hand.
The second generation of the bionic hand.
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