Don’t joke with Meng Xiaojian, Meng Xiaojian has never heard of Jinghai Laboratory.

Because many times, the common sense you make is not the real common sense.

It's like everyone knows the atomic bomb. When it comes to the Manhattan Project, there are a lot less people who know who he is. When it comes to Oppenheimer, even fewer people know who he is.

Meng Xiaojian really didn't know. He only knew that Lu Yuanda, who was in the same dormitory, was seconded to a very powerful place for internship, but he didn't know what that place was.

Not very interested.

Anyway, it's something that has nothing to do with yourself.

"Yes, Jinghai Laboratory." Liu Dinggong nodded: "It is the national nuclear fusion laboratory. I heard that it was connected to the grid yesterday to generate electricity."

"Nuclear fusion power generation?" Meng Xiaojian looked at Liu Dinggong: "Is it powerful?"

"It's not the kind of question of whether it's powerful or not..." Liu Diangong was about to explain to Meng Xiaojian, but then he found that he seemed to have fallen into an embarrassing situation of a repeater, so he could only wave his hand and abort the problem.

"Jinghai Laboratory is a laboratory for researching nuclear fusion power generation, and the research progress in the world is the first or second." Liu Diangong looked at Meng Xiaojian: "During the solar storm in October this year, I heard that Jinghai Laboratory had successfully connected to the grid to generate electricity, and sent a large amount of electricity to the power grid."

"Isn't that good?" Meng Xiaojian asked.

"Of course it's very good." Liu Diangong nodded: "But in the end there was an accident at Jinghai Laboratory. I don't know the details, it's a top secret matter. But in short, the power generation in Jinghai Laboratory was terminated, which caused a large-scale power outage."

"So there is a lesson in the past. Although Jinghai Laboratory has the intention to make up for the achievements this time, it generated power as soon as possible after the solar storm, and it was three days ahead of the previous plan, but because Yanjing City is important and has a special status, it has not accepted the voltage load of Jinghai Laboratory from a safe perspective."

Meng Xiaojian understood this time.

"That is to say, although we are very hungry, the electricity generated by Jinghai Laboratory may be toxic, so I don't dare to eat it?" Meng Xiaojian tried to understand this matter from his own perspective.

"It's not toxic, so where is electricity toxic?" Liu Diangong smiled: "Of course, in our industry, there are jokes such as thermal power, wind power, water and electricity a little cold, and nuclear power is easy to jump, but electricity is electricity, and there is essentially no difference after it is generated."

"But the power of Jinghai Laboratory is not stable enough and is still in the experimental stage, which is well known, not to mention that it failed once last time."

"So we didn't use the electricity from Jinghai Laboratory at this time?" Meng Xiaojian asked: "Would you rather limit the power in the partition than use electricity?"

Liu Diangong nodded and sighed: "Forget it, I'll go and ask my superiors for instructions..."

Halfway through, he stood up: "I'll ask for instructions, when is it?"

"I'll go over."

...

...

Twenty minutes passed by Liu Dinggong.

Twenty minutes later, the darkness in front of Meng Xiaojian was suddenly lit up.

The lights were lit up, and Meng Xiaojian subconsciously stood up and rushed to the door of the Power Coordinator Bureau. He saw the street lights in front of him lit up again, and the heavy snow was still falling, but this dark and dead city had life again.

The colorful night sky shines in the snow.

"It's not bad, right?" Meng Xiaojian heard a voice behind him.

Meng Xiaojian turned around and saw Liu Dinggong behind him, handing him a white mug.

There was still heat on the mug.

"Is this?" Meng Xiaojian did not recognize what the brown liquid was.

It's said it's coffee, but it's a bit different.

"Hot cocoa." Liu Diangong smiled and said, "You can treat it as a melted chocolate with boiling water."

Meng Xiaojian nodded, took it and took a sip.

It has a rich aroma, and from the taste, it is similar to the dissolved chocolate. It is very delicate and bitter and sweet.

Very refreshing.

Indeed, in such a winter, a cup of hot cocoa is more heartwarming than a simple black tea or coffee.

"So you did it?" Meng Xiaojian asked.

"It's easy to convince them." Liu Diangong nodded and said, "But now, the entire Yanjing City has to rely on the performance of Jinghai Laboratory to stabilize."

"But to be honest." Liu Dinggong smiled.

“What about nuclear fusion.”

“The power is really big.”

...

...

When Liu Yan woke up in a daze, she saw the strange ceiling.

It's not cold, but the body is still a little sore.

This is the sequelae after a high fever.

Fortunately, I was not confused.

But Liu Yan didn't know where she was now.

She found that her clothes had been changed, and the clothes that were originally wet and close to her body were gone, replaced by a loose cotton nightgown.

It feels bad to lose control of everything in this way.

But for some reason, Liu Yan felt a little relieved.

I looked up and saw that it was a separate room, which looked like a medical room. I was also lying on the snow-white hospital bed. I could see that there were fruits on the table on the bedside table, and my clothes were folded neatly there.

Liu Yan did not take care of the fruit, but stood up to endure the weakness of his body, reached out and changed into his clothes again. The clothes had been washed and dried, and he could smell the fresh smell of washing powder.

The girl bit her lip quietly, put on all her clothes, put on her shoes, then walked to the door and pushed her.

The door is locked, to be precise, it is locked from one's own side. People outside will definitely not be able to enter without a key.

But Liu Yan could be sure that he had never been to this place before.

She opened the door and walked in the corridor. The girl was dressed in exquisite clothes and looked good. However, in such a cold winter, even Liu Yan could not wear a concave and convex look. Soon Liu Yan saw Meng Xiaojian, who was walking towards him, carrying a bag of things in his hand.

When Meng Xiaojian saw Liu Yan, his steps suddenly accelerated. He came to the girl and raised his hand: "Are you hungry?"

The bag contains simple soy milk and buns, which are considered breakfast.

"When is this time?" Liu Yan asked.

After a person wakes up, his concept of time is very vague.

This is also the importance of the existence of the clock.

"The next morning, at 8:30." Meng Xiaojian said: "You have been sleeping for a long time, but how do you feel now?"

Because of timely fever-reducing injections and fever-reducing medicines, as well as warm and comfortable rest, Liu Yan's condition was a little better than she thought.

"The snow is still falling?" Liu Yan continued to ask.

"Yes, I'm still down." Meng Xiaojian said concisely.

"Yeah." Liu Yan turned his head away.

He said something like a mosquito.

"Thanks."
Chapter completed!