Chapter 2727
Another Golden Blind Box
Chapter 2727 Another Golden Blind Box
The city of Sijiu, nine departments.
Yang Xiaotao returned to his office with the satellite phone and handed it to Zhao Chuanjun, saying, "Old Liang will be back before New Year's Day, but..."
"However, the equipment will remain."
"The good news is that everyone will be able to come back safely."
After saying that, he pretended to be helpless and sat back down at his desk.
Zhao Chuanjun was naturally aware of Lao Li's past, so he wasn't surprised at all that the other party could do such a thing.
Seeing that Yang Xiaotao was not in the mood to talk, he immediately took the satellite phone and returned to the security office.
Meanwhile, Yang Xiaotao was carefully considering Zhao Gang's arrangements at the table.
Although he didn't know Zhao Gang's current situation, based on what he knew, it probably wasn't much better.
Otherwise, would Li Yunlong have taken the initiative to speak?
But Old Li is really loyal. He has a lot of things to do himself, but he still thinks of his old teammate. He's a real man of character.
As for Zhao Gang, he is definitely a talented individual.
During the War of Resistance against Japan, he was a college student, and he was skilled in both academics and martial arts.
This is why Yang Xiaotao agreed without hesitation when he heard that it was Zhao Gang.
As for Zhao Gang's problems, Yang Xiaotao didn't take them to heart.
As the saying goes, "a lot of lice won't make a difference." President He has already taken care of everything, so one more Zhao Gang won't make a difference.
The specific tasks are a bit difficult to arrange.
Yang Xiaotao rubbed his temples, still unsure how to arrange Zhao Gang's work.
In the end, I decided to wait until I met the person and heard their opinion before making a decision.
You can't force people.
"It's snowing outside!"
Yang Xiaotao put the matter of arranging Zhao Gang out of his mind, but then he heard Lou Xiao'e calling out from the side.
He then turned his head and looked out the window.
The sky was gloomy when I woke up in the morning, and finally it couldn't hold back anymore. Snowflakes, like grains of salt, fell to the ground in a flurry, occasionally hitting the windowsill with a pattering sound.
"Snowing!"
Yang Xiaotao murmured to himself, then looked at the calendar on the wall. It's another new year!
He turned back, picked up his pen and paper, and continued working.
The factory buildings outside the window behind me were shrouded in a rustling sound.
Thus, the 1969 performance came to a slow close amidst an ordinary heavy snowfall.
The footsteps of 1970 echoed through the crunching snow of early morning.
Then came the year 1970, a brand new era.
It was early morning, and the snow was still falling outside.
However, the snowflakes at this moment are no longer the salt particles that fell yesterday, but flakes of snow, falling silently to the ground and melting instantly in the palm of your hand.
Yang Xiaotao lay in the warm quilt, holding Ran Qiuye in his arms, his hands naturally slipping inside his thermal underwear and placing them where they should be.
In his arms, Ran Qiuye closed her eyes, enjoying the touch.
This feels completely different from how it feels when I touch it myself.
In the early years, it was a little embarrassing, but after being married for so long, we've gotten used to it.
I even had a vague feeling that I would feel a little disappointed if I didn't do it this way.
Now Yang Xiaotao and Ran Qiuye live in the main house, which used to be the house of Sha Zhu's family.
However, the room has been renovated, and with Xiaowei's help, the new house is less complicated than before, highlighting its large size and simplicity.
The two slept in the main room, while Grandpa Yang went to sleep in Yang Xiaotao's old house. The other children each had their own room.
Miao Miao and Duanwu each had a room, as did the twin sisters, which was their request, and Yang Xiaotao granted it.
Dudu is still small, so a small bed was set up next to the main room.
Such benefits naturally become apparent.
Once the children are asleep, the two of them can cover themselves with blankets and be shameless and carefree.
Of course, we still need to pay attention to the movement and stillness.
Perhaps it was the weather, or perhaps they were too tired last night, but the two of them, who should have been up, surprisingly stayed in bed instead.
"Time to get up!"
Ran Qiuye stretched her body, dodged the hidden weapons behind her, and prepared to get up.
Yang Xiaotao hugged her tightly, saying, "No rush, lie down a little longer!"
"It's still snowing, no rush!"
As she spoke, she hugged Yang Xiaotao tightly with both hands, and Ran Qiuye helplessly leaned back against his chest, feeling a strong sense of security from his body temperature.
Yang Xiaotao pressed his face against Ran Qiuye's long hair and neck, breathing in the familiar scent, his eyes filled with contentment.
But in my mind, I was recalling what I had gained last night.
Last night was the first day of 1970, also known as New Year's Day. According to Yang Xiaotao's understanding of the system, it would make some kind of gesture on major holidays and important occasions.
Over the years, Yang Xiaotao has figured out the general situation.
The items in the redemption section are usually everyday necessities, which are no longer as urgent for Yang Xiaotao as they were at the beginning.
Putting aside food for now, Yang Xiaotao has quite a few tickets in his space for things like sewing machines and refrigerators.
As for blind boxes, most of them are ordinary blind boxes, and what you get inside are just ordinary items.
Yang Xiaotao was not interested either.
However, some special blind boxes can yield good items.
Especially at "special moments," they can always bring some unexpected things.
However, these special milestones are rare, only once or twice a year. Moreover, different milestones have different meanings and require different credits, so Yang Xiaotao doesn't use them much.
Last night, because of the snow, Yang Xiaotao went to visit Lao Dao and Master Ye. After Master Ye's health improved, he returned home.
I had planned to go to the study to read for a while, but after returning home, I ended up in bed chatting with Ran Qiuye.
Perhaps it was the heavy snow that masked the sounds of everything.
Perhaps it was at this point in time that the two became entangled, their passion growing intense.
So, after all that fuss, during that period of post-coital reflection, the clock on the wall started ticking.
After tapping the button twelve times in a row, Yang Xiaotao quickly focused his attention on the system panel.
Although Yang Xiaotao was thinking about accumulating credits to improve his main skill.
After all, given his current status and position, he only needs to grasp the general direction of many things.
He hadn't done that kind of work, like machining parts in a workshop, for a long time.
I don't even know how much skill I still have.
Therefore, improving his main skill is the most helpful thing for Yang Xiaotao at this stage.
Furthermore, upgrading your main skill will likely grant you a new sub-skill, which might unlock a new area of expertise, resulting in a significant boost.
That's why Yang Xiaotao suppressed his desires and quietly accumulated credits.
But at the moment the bell rang, Yang Xiaotao hesitated.
Because he saw a golden blind box.
In an instant, Yang Xiaotao struggled to his feet.
The last time I came across a golden blind box, it cost me 20,000 credits.
What was pulled out that time was an F-15 fighter jet stored in the system.
Although it's not used yet, given the performance of the F-15 fighter jet, it's more than worth the 20,000 credits.
Moreover, this set of drawings includes matching engine design drawings. Turbofan engine design drawings!
This is different from a turbojet engine.
Yang Xiaotao just doesn't have time and hasn't studied it carefully yet.
However, this engine alone is practically free money!
But this time, who can be sure that what they've found is worth the same as an F-15?
Let's open blind boxes!
Yang Xiaotao knew the system's nature all too well.
Even though it doesn't speak, it occasionally utters a word.
But it's definitely a secretly cunning system; it might just trick you somewhere.
In the early years, Yang Xiaotao was scammed quite a few times while trying to open blind boxes!
Thinking about this, Yang Xiaotao hesitated.
Then, just as the countdown after the blind box turned into single digits.
Yang Xiaotao tightened his grip, causing his wife in his arms to feel a little pain, so she moved her body slightly.
Immediately, 20,000 of the 40,000 credits on the system panel disappeared.
The next moment, the blind box opened, and a cluster of information appeared in Yang Xiaotao's mind.
There were no design drawings, no small bottles, and certainly no talismans or anything like that.
There was only a flash of golden light, then it quickly disappeared.
At the same time, a cluster of memories appeared in Yang Xiaotao's mind.
In my memory, Yang Xiaotao's slender figure stepped into the school gate with the encouragement of his parents.
Three years passed, and Yang Xiaotao grew up and successfully entered university!
They learned about radio in the classroom.
Transcending information science in library management.
After graduation, I went to work in an electronics factory.
The research and development in the laboratory is going on day and night.
The workshop persevered despite repeated failures.
After losing his job, he began to look for a way to make a living.
Ten years later, a communication product was finally completed.
Then, the memory faded, and everything was imprinted in Yang Xiaotao's mind.
It felt like a lost experience.
"Good grief, they're not giving us design blueprints anymore, they've switched to transferring memories!"
"These blind boxes really offer endless possibilities!"
Yang Xiaotao sighed inwardly for a moment, then focused his attention on the harvest.
"I never expected it to be this!"
As their fingers gently intertwined, Ran Qiuye couldn't resist and pinched the back of her hand.
Yang Xiaotao, however, didn't seem to care and had a smile on his face.
After digesting the memories, the communication product Yang Xiaotao acquired was a pager.
That's right, it's the pager that was all the rage in the 1990s.
Back then, telephones weren't common, and mobile phones were something only the wealthy could afford.
Although pagers were not something the average person could afford, they were much cheaper than mobile phones.
Most importantly, pagers are well-suited to fulfilling the responsibility of information transmission.
Whether they are business people or people who like to show off, they all like to hang pagers on their waists and listen to the beeping sound, which will immediately make them the coolest person in the crowd.
The pager that Yang Xiaotao digested was also a research and development process.
Early pagers were machines that could only receive numbers, like sending '517' to family members, which meant 'I want to eat'.
Your family will know you're coming home for dinner, so they'll quickly prepare the meal.
For example, if someone sends you '520', it means 'I love you'.
At this time, you are very likely to gain a 'friendship'.
After digital pagers came pagers capable of receiving short text messages. These pagers appeared later; even in my memory, the earliest one developed in the United States was in the 1980s.
In other words, the pagers currently available in the United States all have digital displays, which is a significant limitation.
If Yang Xiaotao could develop this pager that receives text messages, it would be available ten years earlier.
If handled properly, it could even steal a large slice of the United States' pie.
Moreover, although satellite phones have been developed in China, they are too expensive and subject to too many restrictions, making them somewhat inconvenient to use.
Yang Xiaotao also considered building base stations to promote mobile phones.
However, given the domestic situation, research and development is the first major challenge. To make a suitable mobile phone, it is no less important than satellite phones.
Then there's the networking of base stations, which I won't go into detail about. Just thinking about building base stations all over the country makes Yang Xiaotao shudder.
Moreover, the research and development costs are too high, limiting its use to a limited group of people.
There's a good chance it will end up being a liability.
Even if the Ninth Division is wealthy, they shouldn't spend money like this.
High cost, low profit, and most importantly, no market. It's better to just use satellite phones.
But pagers are different. They only need to receive radio signals, which means they can meet the needs of a radio. We can then cooperate with radio stations in various places and use the existing radio network to save a lot of money.
Thinking of this, Yang Xiaotao opened his eyes and prepared to get up.
The research and development process is vividly etched in his memory, but he's unsure if he'll still remember it clearly after a long time.
Therefore, he needed to record these memories as soon as possible.
This includes the operating principles and components of a pager.
The receiving module, the type of radio signal used, the type of chip used to record text, the logic of the control processing unit, the requirements for display and reminders, etc.—these are all things that I have spent a lot of my youth and sweat to achieve, and I cannot be careless about them.
Thinking this, Yang Xiaotao could no longer lie down. He pulled his hand away from Ran Qiuye's neck, picked up the clothes beside him, and put them on.
"You were just saying you wanted to sleep a little longer, but you got up all by yourself."
Ran Qiuye rolled over and pressed herself against Yang Xiaotao, wrapping her arms around his waist, revealing a girlish demeanor.
Yang Xiaotao lay down and then kissed his forehead hard.
"I just remembered, someone's coming back today, I need to go early!"
"Keep an eye on things at home!"
As Yang Xiaotao spoke, Ran Qiuye closed her eyes and raised her head.
Upon seeing this, Yang Xiaotao kissed him again.
Yang Xiaotao only let go when Ran Qiuye's face turned red and she could hardly breathe.
Then he gave her a hard slap on her pert buttocks, making a crisp "smack" that made Ran Qiuye's blushing face bury itself in the blanket.
At that moment, Yang Xiaotao felt his loyalty to the revolution had increased once again.
Otherwise, why would I leave such a warm bed to sleep and insist on going to work, even if it's during the New Year's Day holiday?
Honestly, I'm even moved by my own words.
I got dressed, opened the door, and snowflakes began to fall.
Looking up at the sky, squinting, I'm in a bad mood!
Wearing a hat, gloves, and a scarf, fully armed!
Crunch crunch
Accompanied by a deep singing voice, a trail of footprints was left in the heavy snow.
Years later, a heavy snowfall awakened me from my slumber, and suddenly the city's neon lights stopped flashing.