Waste Strong Foundation

Shen Yingmin also saw these three items.

Although everyone in their research institute believes that "Waste" is not an entertainment game, it has to be said that the team headed by planner F is very aware of the spiritual plight of young people today, and the newly launched activities are aimed at the desire of Chinese people to own a house.

High-rise buildings that look like pigeon coops can't live comfortably in a large one-story house designed by myself.

What's more, many students who are new to society can only rent a small bedroom and jump from one cement cage to another glass cage every day.

The old man sitting on his right adjusted his seat belt, and joked, "Xiao Shen, your eyes are strange, you still look at your phone in the car."

Shen Yingmin immediately sat up straight, "No, no. Old Chief, I am short-sighted at [-] degrees, and you still gave me a nickname back then."

The old man chuckled, and then said seriously: "Thank you for your hard work, you went to the capital several times to report this matter, our opinion is..."

Shen Yingmin clenched his fists and put them on his knees, "It's hard work. Tell me, Chief."

The old man took out a list, "Whether it's an enemy or a friend, you're bound to a boat. You must win these places."

Shen Yingmin didn't take the list immediately, and asked in a low voice: "Is it from the army...?"

The old man shook his head and denied, "That's not my business. In short, there are all kinds of industries. One is to protect the safety of children, the other is to collect data for research, and the third is to help some comrades and family members with disabilities. Xiao Shen, trouble Be careful when you get back!"

The car slowed down and drove into the high-speed toll booth. The driver glanced at the ETC installed in the passenger seat.

Shen Yingmin was in a panic, seeing that the number on the list was numbered 50, he smiled wryly and said, "Chief, I will try my best——I promise."

It was midnight when he returned to the research center.

Ma Binghe, who once again set off the Xia Dynasty archaeological craze at the international conference, is sitting in his office smoking one cigarette after another.

Shen Yingmin was taken aback, "What happened in the middle of the night? You haven't returned to Suzhou yet?"

Ma Binghe let out a foul breath, "Brother, I have a heartfelt request."

Shen Yingmin took off his orange jacket slowly, opened the window to let in some air, and said softly, "...Okay, tell me."

Seeing that Ma Binghe's nose was red, he knew something must have happened.

The last time I saw Lao Ma like this was 20 years ago when I hurried back to my hometown for my father's funeral.

Shen Yingmin's mentor and Ma Binghe's mentor are husband and wife. When they were young, they often met at the teacher's house.

Although there is one thing to say, the teacher-disciple relationship in the 70s and [-]s was like a family, so the two got very close.

Shen Yingmin listened carefully to what Ma Binghe said about the nursing home, and took out a list from his briefcase.

He knows that his junior brother is a bandit character who does not ask for help in everything. He is happy in any encounter and is not afraid of any difficulties. The reason for the marriage is that the talented girlfriend committed suicide by taking medicine on the eve of obtaining the certificate. The hospital failed to save her by gastric lavage, and the lively beauty became a vegetable.

This time it was the nursing home that gave the notice.

The love of your life, always give it a good ride.

Shen Yingmin pondered for a moment, "I think that F treats you very well, he calls you around, but he doesn't regard you as one of us anyway."

Ma Binghe blew his nose violently, and mumbled weakly: "Brother, are you praising me or hurting me?"

Shen Yingmin raised the list at him, "I can't disclose other things for the time being. We really don't have enough manpower now. If you want to take a long vacation to apply for Xiangqi... why don't you ask F first? From the information he sent us, wake up The brain nerves of a vegetative person may not be necessary."

Ma Binghe rarely showed a hesitant expression, and the thumbs of his left and right hands rubbed together unconsciously.

"I didn't pay attention to her illness back then, and thought she was happy all the time even though such little things happened. I think even if she entered the game world-I don't know if a game can cure her illness. She is Depressed when the mind is sick."

Shen Yingmin: "Try it. It just so happens that you take the lead. Those 'nonsense' you have spread internationally are like offering an olive branch."

Ma Binghe sent an email asking for a quota for the internal test, and Fei Mingqiu readily accepted it.After all, you can't read so many papers for nothing.

Soon, he received an email and a detailed list from the research institute wishing to increase the number of special internal testers.

Shen Yingmin is a person who does everything without leaking. He first thanked Fei Mingqiu for the "gift" of medical materials, and then expressed his concerns about the social danger of "Waste". He also said that he trusted Fei Mingqiu a lot and worked hard to win A more compromise solution:

Select 50 architects, pharmacists, teachers, Xia, Shang and Zhou cultural scholars...

In short, middle-aged people from all walks of life enter the game.

Their research institute comprehensively analyzes the evaluations given by these people after experiencing the game, so as to explain to the "old diehards" above.

Of course, Director Shen repeatedly emphasized in the email: his friend Professor Ma Binghe has a very high evaluation of "Trash", and in view of the happy cooperation between the two parties many times, he is confident to obtain a suitable official long-term cooperation plan for "Trash" The public beta is given the green light.

Beta?

Fei Mingqiu hasn't seriously considered the comprehensive public beta at this time, but he doesn't need to refuse.

He discussed with Shang Yuan, and finally put forward two additional conditions.

One is to expand the list of special personnel and let them choose which 50 people to enter the game.

One is the live broadcast of the second internal test qualification draw hosted by Shen Yingmin's contacts.

Shen Yingmin didn't dare to trust him, so he asked the old man for instructions, and then made a phone call to the home of an old professor who had rehired and retired.

What "connections"? It is clear that they want to take the opportunity to implement certain speculations of foreign media, deepen the entanglement of interests between the two parties, and prevent them from being kicked off the table.

5 month 10 day.

Hu Yang, a laborer, dragged his exhausted body to drive on the highway, and clicked on the news broadcast channel.

He is a salesman for a saw blade factory in Shandong. He sells saw blades door-to-door in South China 365 days out of 330. He finally rested at home for five days on Labor Day. With the arrival of the working day, he became more tired. In the summer in South China, there is no energy at all.

The van was filled with heavy saw blades and bags, and the smell of lube wafted from the backseat.

"Good morning, listeners and friends of FM222.3, I am your old friend Xiaoxiao, today is Monday..."

One lane was under maintenance and there was an accident ahead.

Gradually blocked the road.

Hu Yang sighed, and planned to switch to the listening channel——

"We are honored to broadcast for you the site of the "Trash" internal beta qualification draw named by Chang Pei. Before the notary is seated, Xiaoxiao will introduce the background of "Trash" to you. This is a background of the early Xia Dynasty The holographic VR game..."

Hu Yang withdrew his hand.

He stared at the license plate number of the BMW in front of him for a while, and suddenly remembered that he had paid a deposit of 200 yuan!

However, I heard that the number of people participating in the qualification draw reached a new high, reaching 93.2. His black hand luck must be dead.

That night, Hu Yang paid the final payment with mixed feelings.

At the same time, the newly built "birth point" in Yanchi.

The neatly arranged puppets moved one after another, obviously not used to the game panel floating in the center of the line of sight, and the operation was a bit stiff.

A total of 59 new players - the extra quota was given to Shen Yingmin by Fei Mingqiu.

Some of them received secret instructions as early as this year's Spring Festival, and they are quite familiar with "Trash", so they behaved fairly calmly.

Some people were excited and nervous, waiting for the legendary opening scene with sullen faces, and some temporarily took off their devices and went offline for a while.

Even if the research institute has given sufficient video materials, such a realistic game can only be known how "sick" if you experience it yourself.

A few male players with particularly strong characters couldn't help rubbing their arms, and looked worriedly at the players on the training ground.

Fei Mingqiu returned the pitch-black scepter to its original owner, held the mountain god's scepter and explained the situation of the game to them.

All of them are middle-aged people between the ages of 35 and 50. They shoulder important tasks, do not speak during the whole process, and listen and think silently.

A female player with a face so strangely resembling a Picasso's work silently raised her hand.

Perhaps today's novices are too "serious", Fei Mingqiu paid attention to her condition, and said after reciting the lines: "Please speak."

The female player was momentarily stared at by countless pairs of eyes.

She pushed aside the crowd and walked up to Fei Mingqiu, and found that she couldn't touch the young man, and there was a novel light in her eyes.

She probably hadn't spoken for a long time, and she finally spoke after a while, her voice was dry and shrill: "Comrade, is this my dream?"

Fei Mingqiu froze for a moment, "Comrade?"

Shang Yuan is responsible for recording the real information of each player in "Waste", and quickly reacted, "She should be in charge of—"

"Xiangqi!" Ma Binghe, who just got online, ran towards here, but he didn't dare to confirm when he got close, sobbing: "Are you Guan Xiangqi?"

The female player smiled and nodded, "It's me. Old comrade, what's the matter with you? I don't remember ever seeing someone like you."

Ma Binghe looked at the "old-fashioned" special internal beta player, and then at Fei Mingqiu and Shang Yuan who were standing together.

The years draw two dividing lines between the ages of 60, 40 and 20.

He had to be convinced.

Ma Binghe clenched his left wrist tightly, squeezed out a smile, and said anxiously while cheering up: "Have you put the lamb leg from Inner Mongolia that was sent to you in the refrigerator? I said, I will go to Inner Mongolia to see the village chief who took care of me back then. Let's get the certificate. (Your) mother's side..."

The woman pursed her purplish red lips, and the fine raindrops stuck to her dreadlocks.

Fei Mingqiu calmly restrained the behavior of the players, telling them to go away silently and find civilian NPCs to do tasks.

Shang Yuan didn't know what he was thinking, held the scepter in one hand, pulled Fei Mingqiu's cloak with the other, and said in a low voice, "Let's go too."

There are only two of them left at the novice birth point.

An old man with a Mediterranean face.

Lady with polygonal gray face, green eyes and purple lips.

Guan Xiangqi felt that her life was hasty and long, and the days of deep sleep seemed to be fleeting. Looking back on the past, there was only breathless unhappiness; The pain goes away little by little.

The two chatted a lot, including Guan Xiangqi's parents, Ma Binghe's teaching career, and the rapidly changing new China...

Ma Binghe reluctantly went offline until six hours of online time were exhausted.

The woman lying on the bed was wrapped in the quilt, and the outline of her body could still be seen clearly.

The doctor who monitored the data in real time tapped Ma Binghe's shoulder, "Mr. Ma, this method is feasible. I think there is hope!"

The author says:

[22.26 points completed] Just arrived home, there are only so many QAQs in the manuscript, and I will make up a paragraph in the evening. (There is no extra charge for the new part of chapter v, please rest assured)