Monster Factory

4: 00am the next day.

The Hayabusa was pulled from the runway at Skynet Airport.

The destination is Jiuquan City, this trip Ye Qing is quite low-key, with only assistant cloud poetry, and several monsters to accompany him.

Almost no one in the company is aware of the event, and the media are unaware of it, except for the Huaxia Space Center and ITU organizations.

Zhongyun is 2,700 kilometers from Jiuquan City, and the Yuhao will fly for about an hour and a half. Early this morning, Ye Qing did not have any difficulty at this time. He kept contacting them via satellite phone and the air base to ask them whether they were ready for launch and whether the morning weather was adequate.

Cloud poetry is much worse.

Before boarding the plane, she kept staring at her eyes. After boarding the plane, she fell into a soft and comfortable sofa seat and rubbed her eyes more frequently.

She slept perfectly and was dragged up by Ye Qing at 3: 30 a.m.

She was unaware of the company's plans to launch satellites, and the entire satellite project was on the factory side.

“Boss, where are we going? ”

“Go to Jiuquan. ”

“Jiuquan... where is it?” Cloud poetry looked up somewhat painstakingly, and the sophistication of the five officials was filled with confusion.

“A great city built on Gobi. ”

Then the cloud poem twisted and fell asleep.

At 5: 10 AM, the Falcon flew to the edge of Jiuquan City.

By this time, the sky had changed from inky pitch black to grey mist mask. As if it were just that room, the misty skyline filled with golden yellow.

Like the heavens and the sky, illuminate the earth.

The shadow retreated at extremely fast speed, replacing it with a bright piece of gold.

Cloud poetry was also awakened by the sun as the first rays of sunlight penetrated the instant blue sky into the tranquil cabin of the Falcon. She rubbed her eyes, some strangely staring out the starboard window, looking for a source of light.

Outside the starboard window, a magnificent wave of "painting rolls” with some cool flavors unfolded in her eyes.

It is an ancient yellow colour, with the earth fluctuating and stretching, and the wind eroding the hills everywhere.

The Falcon eventually landed on a plain of dotted green sand.

There are several particularly prominent tall steel buildings, as well as historic but still sturdy airstrips and a few strange buildings hidden beneath the surface that are less easily detectable.

Cloud poetry quickly discovered what it was like to be in that light blue, completely steel building.

Cloud poetry is nothing at this time, and the expression is like a child who just entered Disneyland, "Oh, my God, boss... this is Jiuquan Airlines Center? ”

“Bullshit!” Ye Qing chuckled, pointing to the distant one, protected by the blue steel building in the white elongated object said: “If you're not blind, you can recognize it as a rocket, right? ”

“Ah, let's see the rocket launch?” The cloud poem has put its face on the starboard window.

It's really a rocket, approaching the height of 20 floors, and it's a pair of pieces, fixed to the launch frame underneath, with four giant rudder wings that can stabilize the posture.

“Let's look at rocket launches, and they belong to our company.” Ye Qing snapped a finger at her.

……

Ye Qing carried a cloud poem and two other monsters walked into the launch center. The smell was already awaited.

It's not much different from what you see on TV, which is a layout similar to a cinema, with a huge multi-screen combination of information on the front end showing a row of sitting staff opposite the wall.

There are four rows, each filled with monitors, perhaps only because of a commercial satellite with little technical difficulty, and only about half of the staff sit in front of these rows of information processing equipment.

Ye Qing was received by two receptionists, who took the seats at the top of the back, and stood here to clearly see all the images on the wall. There's not only standing up on the launch frame, standing by for a long march, but there's a rear view of the engine, and confusing and complicated data.

The person responsible for receiving Ye Qing is Chen Fangli, the chief commander of this launch mission. He looks about forty years old, wears glasses, and his skin is a little dark.

Like most people, Chief Commander Chen Fangli always sees Ye Qing with emotion and admiration.

Of course, there may be a chance to launch at any time. This commander did not spend much time feeling it. After he warmly invited Ye Qing to the middle seat, he touched out two walkie-talkies from the top pocket, one by one, and kept asking what.

Ye Qing and Yun poetry looked around curiously.

“By the way, Commander Chan.” Ye Qing asked while he stopped and asked, “If the rocket is launched, can we go outside and watch the rocket launch before it is launched? ”

This is a question that most guests who walk into the launch center will ask. Cloud poetry didn't ask, but her eyes were glowing.

“Standing outside the building, I think it's best not to.” Chief Commander Chen Fangli smiled, "because at the moment of launch, the rocket would eject a lot and burn not too thoroughly chemical fuel. ”

“Although our command center is a short distance from the launch tower, the wind blows and the smell always drifts. ”

“Moreover, even if we have not yet experienced extreme failures such as crashes, we must continue to take precautions. Immediately before the launch, the entire site was secured. ”

Ye Qing nodded, feeling some pity, watching the launch across the screen, always had the feeling of watching TV at home.

At this point, Chief Commander Chen Fangli turned his head and laughed: "But upstairs we have a media studio that is particularly suitable for visual observation, and Mr. Ye can go there a few minutes before the launch. ”

“As you know, Mr. Ye, our launch center occasionally sends something exciting to heaven. Official journalists use it to bring images to the attention of the entire population. ”

“Commander Chan, do you have a chance to launch this morning? ”

“There is great hope that, according to information received from weather radars, conditions for launch are now in place in high-altitude weather. But the low-altitude piece, wait a little longer.” Chief Commander Chen Fangli finished his speech and asked the walkie-talkie again.

“Meteorology One, report now. ”

After the current sounds, there was some distortion in the walkie-talkie, “report to the General Commander, currently 13 knots of wind. Fifty kilometres away, we observe signs of wind weakening to below seven knots, and it is expected that wind will drop over the launch area after 31 minutes to meet launch conditions. ”

“Metrological control stations report. ”

“The monitoring station reports that the rockets are normal, that the fuel cycle system is normal and that the launcher is on standby. ”

“Good!” General Commander Chen Fangli stood up and mulled at the transmitter on the forward console: “Attention all departments, the rocket entered the first half hour of launch and was ready for the countdown. ”