Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

Covered in the night, not far from the expert village of Tian Wan Nuclear Power Plant, the swinging lights rub the smell of metallic music and beer foam.

As the largest technical and economic cooperation project between China and Russia to date, the Tian Wan nuclear power plant, in addition to China's own engineers, houses a number of nuclear experts from Russia.

Often at this time, these expatriates come here to relax.

In contrast, the Chinese themselves rarely visit here.

Sitting at the bar, Georgi drank a little, wandered around the glass and chatted with his colleagues.

“What the hell do you think the Chinese are doing? ”

Since the troops went to the area and sealed off the site of the preparatory work for phase III, the area they had crossed a few kilometres seemed to have disappeared from the map, while the ongoing phase III project was at a standstill.

It is difficult not to draw attention to this series of actions.

What the hell are the Chinese doing in there?

This problem afflicts all expatriates working here, and it has become a rather topical matter.

However, Chinese engineers working here seem reluctant to talk about this issue.

As for the average employee, although as interested as they are in what happened, I'm afraid they don't know much about it.

Sitting next to Georgi, Magsim said in an uncertain tone: “Heard it was nuclear fusion. ”

“Nuclear fusion?!” Georgie opened his eyes and sipped a spicy cocktail again, grinning and said, “Are you kidding? That's the site of the Phase III project. They used it for controlled fusion experiments? ”

Shaking the glass, Magsim looked a little grumpy.

“It seems like this, I read their newspaper a while ago… they may have gone further in nuclear fusion technology than we thought, and it may not be long before they use it to generate electricity. ”

If the demonstration reactor succeeds, there will probably be no need to build Phase III.

Don't call it a second-generation fission unit. Even third-generation fission won't be needed.

And by then, they should be home.

To be honest, after all this time here, Magsim still likes it.

At this point, a man with an Asian face sat beside them, chatting in skilled Russian.

“Are you Russians? ”

Magsim raised his eyebrows and said with interest: "I've lived here for so many years, and this is the first time I've seen a Chinese so fluent in Russian. ”

“Really? Well, it looks like we got lucky,” the man smiled and looked at the bartender, "three white Russians, two for the two friends. ”

The man looked back at Magsim, smiling and revealing his full white teeth.

“From now on, we're friends, right? ”

Magsim looked at him strangely.

Sometimes he feels like something's wrong, but he can't tell you what's wrong.

Seems to see the confusion on his face, the man continues.

“Please don't be surprised. In fact, I'm a journalist, and I just want to interview you about something. ”

“Aside from trade secrets," Georgie burped, grinning, “for the sake of this glass of wine, I can talk to you for a second. ”

Asked the Asian man, "Heard of an army stationed around here recently? ”

Georgie touched the scum on his chin: “Like half a month ago. ”

The man raised his eyebrows with interest and went on to ask, “Half a month ago, right... you know what they're doing? ”

Georgie laughed, "Ha ha, that's a good question. We all want to know what they're doing there. Why don't you ask them and tell me? ”

“I'll change the subject.” Seems to have expected this result, the man didn't have any discouragement, smiled and continued to ask, “Have you heard the sound of the plane lately? ”

“The plane?" What are you asking about this thing? ”Georgie stunned slightly, frowned and said,“ I really didn't seem to notice... ”

However, at that point, two men in civilian clothes came out of the crowd and stood next to the man who claimed to be a journalist.

Feeling the pressure from the side, the man claiming to be a journalist changed his face slightly and was about to get up and escape, but seeing that his retreat had been sealed off, he calmly re-farted his weight. Beneath the crotch on the bench.

“I'm a reporter for The Daily Mail, and here's my press card.” Skilled to pull out a press card in his pocket, the man handed it to a man in plain clothes.

However, the man in the plainclothes did not look at it and said with no expression: "This is not an interview, please come with us. ”

The reporter changed his face and protested immediately: "Hey, you don't have the right to do this. ”

The two men, however, did not bullshit him, skillfully found and confiscated his recording equipment and cameras hidden on the collar, and then took him away.

The music of heavy metals continues, and the smell of alcohol anesthetizes people's nerves.

As if no one had noticed this side at all, everything was as if nothing had happened.

Looking in the direction of the person being taken away, Magsim and Georgi face each other, very tacitly stopped talking about it and stopped talking while drinking.

……

Secret Nuclear Tests? Mysterious District 900. "

On the Ark Desk is the latest issue of The Daily Mail.

District 900 seems to be what the foreign media call this area, because this generation was blocked in September, and they didn't know the exact date, so it was written as 00.

Since the start of the nuclear fusion demonstration reactor project, the town has attracted a large number of journalists.

Some of these are real journalists, others are disguised as foreign intelligence agents, and the Ark has occasionally heard from Wang Peng that Guo An recently caught a number of spies here.

At present, the work done by the State on secrecy is good. Although there have been probes in the vicinity, so far no "idle people” have touched the area to disrupt the experiment.

But it is precisely the mystery created by this vacuum of information that creates a space for the external media to use their imagination.

With the deliberate rendering of Western media, the STAR-2 Demonstration Reactor project has almost been portrayed as a “Manhattan Plan for China".

To be honest, the ark is rather disappointing.

He asked people to collect these newspapers for themselves, mainly to keep abreast of the latest developments in the field of controllable fusion internationally, but most of the movements he saw were his own.

Dropping the newspaper in hand, sitting on the ark behind the desk, he said, “I intend to go back to Jinling, where a very critical study awaits me. ”

Wang Peng: “Is it urgent? ”

The Ark thought, "The sooner the better, the better to get going today. ”

Wang Peng immediately showed his valued expression and said: "Yes, I will arrange it for you immediately. ”

The ark nodded.

“Well, it's up to you. ”

Wang Peng was reassured that he was still doing his job, at least on the road, and had never disappointed him.

After handing over the ticket to him, the Ark did not keep an eye on the matter and proceeded with the work at hand.

Less than an hour later, his phone suddenly rang.

“Transportation is ready for you and you can leave now. Do you want to go home and pack first? I'll drive you there if I have to. ”

So soon?

The look on the ark was slightly surprising, but not on my mind.

“No, there's nothing I can do with my luggage here, and I'll be back in a few days. Just wait for me at the base door. ”

As he spoke, the ark hung up the phone, stuffed the phone back in his pocket, and then picked up several recent printed documents from the table and placed them in his laptop bag, which he carried with him.

As he walked out of the base, Ark thought Wang Peng had prepared his latest ticket.

It turned out unexpected that when he crossed the site and came outside the base, he looked up and saw a military green light helicopter parked steadily on the open ground, and the propeller on top shouted electrically.

He looked at the helicopter and saw Wang Peng walking towards him with his eyes greeting him. Ark Zhou stood there with his computer bag and looked silent.

“This is the fastest way to get around," walked to the ark. Wang Peng, whose hair had been blown down, laughed with embarrassment. “Right, well... you're not out of control, are you? ”

Ark: “…”