Scholars in the courtyard.

Chapter 2623 Turbulence

Union, Susco.

As the live broadcast ended, the entire venue fell silent.

The astronaut's words were still echoing in my ears, but they were as cold as the wind from the Arctic Ocean, chilling me to the bone.

In the end, the other party succeeded.

Their curses became meaningless.

The meeting room remained abnormally quiet, and the guards around lowered their heads, not daring to look at the situation in the meeting room.

The faces of the people in the front row were as gloomy as water. No one spoke, or they didn't know how to speak.

After a long while, a man stood up from the front row of the venue, turned around to look at everyone present, then waved his hand and said, "People from the Aviation Center, please stay."

"Everyone else, disperse."

As this person finished speaking, the hearts of those in the aviation center sank, while those who were not involved were inexplicably excited.

Finally I can leave here.

Then, a group of people left quickly in silence.

In a flash, there were only about twenty people left in the venue.

These are the heads of the various departments at the Aviation Center.

At this time, the people in the front row stood up one after another, and the people left behind also stood up quickly, but their faces were covered with sweat.

A burly middle-aged man glanced over, his eyes filled with frightening murderous intent.

"The alliance has invested tens of billions, and this is how you repay the alliance?"

Everyone present lowered their heads, at a loss.

"Failure, failure, and failure."

"If you can't do it, just replace some people. The last thing the alliance lacks is people."

The middle-aged man's voice was filled with murderous intent, making everyone present dare not breathe.

Just as the head of the aviation center was about to make a promise, the old man in the middle seat suddenly spoke up with a relaxed expression, "Shelev, don't be too demanding of our comrades."

As soon as the words fell, everyone felt relieved, as if basking in a spring breeze.

"Since the United States has taken the lead, let them go first."

"Just like the mushroom egg back then, aren't we still the latecomers who have the upper hand?"

"As long as we catch up."

Hearing this, everyone present was moved.

"In the future, the alliance will increase its investment, whether it is funds or personnel, as long as it is needed, we will not be stingy."

The old man spoke again, and the person in charge of the front row clasped his hands together excitedly, feeling moved but also an indescribable pressure.

"What we want is to catch up with the world and then surpass them."

At this point, the old man's face became serious, "Three years, I will give you three years to send a man to the moon."

"In five years, we will establish a scientific research base on the moon."

As soon as the words fell, everyone present felt tremendous pressure.

But at this moment, they have gained three years of "breathing time" and they have no way out.

Three years, landing on the moon.

Five years to establish a base.

This is their goal for the next five years.

Everyone calmed down and nodded.

Stoke City.

Gotzenfsky received a call from Susko, spoke a few words, and then hung up.

But there wasn't much expression on his face.

If it were before, he would happily pack his luggage and board the plane back to Susco.

But now, after what happened in the United States, he has thought about returning to work.

And this work is very difficult.

Just think about it, if the United States dares to broadcast live to the world, how could they not be prepared?
This was not the time when he was researching mushroom eggs, and he didn't have the right person to carry out the task.

And this is a long-term task.

Thinking of this, Gotzenfsky felt that this task was not suitable for him.

It was just Susco's order, and he had no way of refusing.

After sitting in the chair for a while, Gotzenfsky picked up the phone again.

After a while, the old monk's voice came from the phone.

But at this moment, the old monk was sitting on a chair in the office, stroking a girl's hair.

This is a devout believer of the Lord, who wants to be comforted by the Lord.

"Hello sir, I wish you good health."

While talking, he patted the girl's smooth hair and kept her quiet.

"How's the research going?"

Gotzenfsky asked directly.

Last time, in order to let the other party research the secret of cephalosporin anti-inflammatory drugs, he had people send a lot of "potatoes" to assist in the experiment.

Hearing Gozenvsky's question, the old monk became excited, which made the girl a little uncomfortable.

"Sir, this batch of fresh potatoes is very good. Their body resistance is very good, especially for people with serious infections. After taking anti-inflammatory drugs, the potatoes dissected at different times have..."

"Don't tell me this, I want results."

"The result is that we have analyzed the ingredients in cephalosporin for anti-inflammatory treatment. There are probably more than 30 kinds. We need more potatoes to study and identify which part is useful."

"Thirty kinds. Didn't the other party provide instructions?"

Gotzenwski's head pounded when he heard this, but the old monk looked at him with a look of scorn.

"Sir, the instructions provided by the other party do not contain any content in this regard. They only mention the usage, dosage and precautions."

Gotzenfsky burst into swear words after hearing this.

Of course, he didn't know that this anti-inflammatory drug was reversely deduced from the instructions. How could Yang Xiaotao make the same mistake again?
As for the future, we will announce it when all countries have figured it out.

"Sir, don't worry. It will only take three years for us to develop an anti-inflammatory drug for the alliance."

"Three years? There's not that much time."

Gozenfsky snorted coldly, then said solemnly, "I am going back to Susko. From now on, my focus will shift to the 'Moon Landing Project', and other things will give way."

"Here, return to your previous state. Remember, don't cause trouble for me."

The old monk felt depressed after hearing this. He had finally achieved some results, why did they suddenly just stop caring?
"Sir, I."

"This is Susco's order."

Gotzenfsky didn't give the other party a chance to speak and hung up the phone.

The old monk took the phone with an angry look on his face.

But it was no use being angry, he couldn't resist at all.

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The phone hangs up.

I feel depressed when I think that my future research may not get support.

"Damn you, why did you go to the moon? Why did you do all this mess?"

“Isn’t it good to study the mysteries of the human body?”

"Damn it, damn it." "This is destroying world peace. This is a sin that even the devil cannot forgive."

"Damn!!!"

The old monk roared angrily that anyone who disturbed his research was a sinner.

Especially when research is about to succeed.

In particular, in this research, he discovered the secret of cephalexin and white wine, which was like opening a new door.

It's just that this kind of research needs more 'fresh potatoes'.

But now.
The potato supply is about to be cut off, what should I do?
The next second, the old monk pushed the girl away and ran out quickly.

He wanted to stop the experiment and keep the fresh potatoes.

At the very least, it has to be a long-term process.

"They are destroying world peace."

An angry voice came from Bemet's office.

But the owner of the office hasn't changed much.

After his rage, the owner of the voice sat quietly on the ground, like a football that had lost its power.

"Votrovsky, you've had too much to drink."

Bemet saw that the other party had calmed down and began to persuade him.

Votrovsky shook his head and said, "No, I'm not drunk."

"Bemet, you know I can't drink too much."

Hearing this, Bemet lowered his head and looked at the documents on the table.

That was the news coming from each member country.

The above statements are similar, and they are basically the "abnormal voices" that appeared in the member countries.

In particular, the member states close to Western Europe became ambiguous in their attitudes after the United States successfully landed on the moon.

Taking this opportunity, Western countries advocated "space voyages" and invited all mankind to join in the "voyages".

The key is that many people still believe this.

"Bemmett, you can see that there are many people behind this."

Votrovsky burped, and the previous blur in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a solemn and murderous look.

"We must kill one of these wavering elements as a warning to the rest, otherwise where will the prestige of the alliance be?"

"I have asked people to prepare it, but I still need your support."

When Bemet heard Votrovsky say this, he looked up in surprise.

Meeting the other party's cold gaze, Bemet finally understood why this man was able to walk out of the war and reach where he is today.

He is a bayonet.

When it is time to hide the edge, it will be soaked in alcohol.

But when the time comes to show their fangs, they become deadly knives.

He lives more clearly than his peers.

"We can assist, but we need to dispatch."

"You know, the mission given to us is to the United States. This mission is very important."

Bemet did not agree immediately.

Votrovsky sneered after hearing this, "Don't be ridiculous, don't you have anyone in the United States?"

"I just need your cooperation, I don't need you to do anything."

"Besides, killing a chicken to scare the monkeys is just a chicken, and it doesn't take many people."

Bemet looked at the other person seriously, "Is it really just a chicken?"

Votrovsky smiled and said, "Of course, it's just that this chicken is a little fat."

"But what's the point of having a disobedient chicken?"

"You can't give it to others cheaply."

Bemit felt that there was something else in the other party's words, and felt that this time it was not simple.

"Okay, I'll get someone to cooperate with you."

Votrovsky laughed triumphantly at this.

In an instant, the room was filled with the smell of alcohol.

Four Nine Cities.

The United States' successful moon landing did not affect life in the city.

After all, not many people know about this.

The biggest way of spreading the news was to publish a piece of news in the newspaper, report it symbolically, and then express congratulations objectively.

That's it.

As time passed, the news of the moon landing caused some ripples in some departments, but everyone else just pretended it never happened.

Of course, this also has to do with what people focus on.

Everybody is busy building the revolution, who cares what the hell you are doing on the moon?

Anyway, there is no Chang'e, no rabbit, and no moon cake on the moon.

In this way, when the international situation changes suddenly, the country can still maintain a stable state. It has to be said that there is a sense of "giving up".

Yang Xiaotao rode his bicycle out of the alley and headed towards Jiubu.

Behind him, the old Taoist and Mr. Ye walked together, walking slowly.

Since the moon landing project has been determined to speed up, in the absence of "open source", the only option is to "cut costs".

As a result, the nine ministries issued a series of regulations on hardship and simplicity, from dining standards to travel, everything was frugal, all for the sake of research.

Therefore, regarding the use of cars, no one is allowed to use a car for personal purposes.

So, Yang Xiaotao rode his bike again.

"Director Yang, Director Zhan Lei of Yanzhou just sent a message saying that Secretary Li can now get out of bed and move around."

As soon as he entered the office, Yang Xiaotao wiped the sweat from his forehead, and Lou Xiaoe next to him came forward and said.

Nowadays, in order to save electricity, air conditioners are not allowed to be turned on in offices without permission, and even electric fans should be used in moderation.

The main theme is hard work and simplicity.

This is also a new regulation of the nine departments.

Therefore, everyone in the office always has a fan.

Yang Xiaotao smiled immediately after hearing the good news, "Tell them to take good care of Lao Li. He should not be short of nutrition."

Lou Xiao'e nodded and then continued, "Director Chang Mingjie needs you to preside over the design of machine tools. Director Wang Fa asked you when you will develop a twelve-cylinder diesel engine. Director Sun Guo also asked you about your project."

Lou Xiao'e put the documents on the table. "These are all urgent matters. Other things include the Computer Research Institute, which needs more ultra-pure silicon, and the Tianjin Computer Factory, which also needs it."

After Lou Xiao'e finished speaking, Yang Xiaotao took a deep breath, then put down his fan and went back to them one by one, "Let Chang Mingjie do it first, and let me have a look at the design drawings once they are ready."

"Let them study the law first."

After everything was arranged, Yang Xiaotao prepared to go to the research institute to check the production situation of high-purity silicon.

This is the foundation for the development of various industries.

But before leaving the office building, he saw Mr. Qin getting out of the car and walking quickly towards Yang Xiaotao.

Yang Xiaotao stepped forward quickly and said, "Lao Qin, what brings you here? You are a rare guest, a rare guest."

Old Qin walked up to him quickly, rolled his eyes, then took Yang Xiaotao's hand and walked into the house. "Xiaotao, hurry up, I received inside information, good things are coming for us."