Rebirth: My 80s

Chapter 678 Crisis at the Starlight Tower

September 18th, sunny.

The sky is beautiful, the blue waves are like washing, and there are no clouds in the sky.

In the morning, the Hongkou Stadium was a sea of ​​people. The huge oval stands were packed with tens of thousands of people gathered together. The cheers swept across like a tsunami, and the air was filled with a restless, exciting and festive atmosphere.

The Fifth National Games officially kicked off.

Amidst the solemn music, the torch passed from the capital ignited the huge silver torch surrounded by flowers in a corner of Hongkou Stadium. The fiery red flame soared blazingly into the sky, pushing the atmosphere of the opening ceremony to the first climax.

It is worth mentioning that this is the first time that the National Games is held in a city outside the capital.

Li Jiankun noticed that the enthusiastic expressions of the Magic City citizens in the nearby stands contained a hint of pride.

Yes, since it happened to be such a grand event, how could he miss it? After a lot of effort, I found a grandstand ticket, and now I am sitting in the seventh row of the south grandstand, participating in the grand event with the citizens of Magic City.

When energetic young men and women, the men in fashionable white attire and the women in pink skirts, entered the venue holding the red flag and the national emblem, the atmosphere at the scene was pushed to a second climax.

Without exception, all men, women and children stood up at the same time and paid attention to the "symbol of the country" on the sports field. The venue of tens of thousands of people suddenly became silent, but this silence was filled with the greatest awe and emotion. In the chairman's stand, some foreign guests turned their heads slightly and whispered to the people next to them, obviously shocked by this scene.

After watching the team in the stadium disappear, people slowly sat down one after another.

The cheerful sports march sounded again, and the opening ceremony program began. The first program received overwhelming applause, which also allowed the foreign guests present to see what "Chinese standards" are.

From the entrances on all sides of the stadium, long and colorful queues were seen. They quickly occupied most of the space on the green lawn and almost all the space on the red plastic runway outside. They were neat and uniform. Although there were many performers , but not messy at all.

It's a big show with thousands of people in attendance.

It's rare to see it anywhere else on the planet.

Li Jiankun looked towards the rostrum and saw the foreign guests couldn't help but applaud. The expression on his face was faintly shocked, as if he was saying: Oh, as expected of this country, there are so many people!

It is unimaginably complicated to bring together so many people to perform a show at the same time.

Of course they don't know how much effort and sweat these performers have put into this.

Because I have been staying at the Hongkou Stadium for a while, Li Jiankun witnessed the rehearsal scenes almost every day. It was really too painful and tiring. His hands and feet were bruised and had blisters and blood blisters. These were basic exercises that have not dissipated in the magic city. In the hot summer, people fainted all the time.

But after a brief rest, they took the field again with strong will and returned to the team.

No one complained about suffering or tiredness, only anxiety, and their unsatisfactory bodies caused them to be replaced.

You know, they don't get any extra pay. That sense of participation and honor is better than anything else.

This is the cohesion and spirit of this country.

To be fair, there are some in later generations, but they are not so pure.

Anyone in such a scene will inevitably feel excited, and Li Jiankun is the same. As the programs were performed one after another, he followed the surrounding citizens and cheered till they were hoarse.

It is true that in this era of backward economy and technology, the performance at the opening ceremony was far less visual than that of later generations——

Several colorful paragliders flew across the sky, which was already one of the more explosive technical tasks in the show.

This show is called "Blue Sky and Rainbow".

But I don’t know why, but I feel very excited and think it’s wonderful.

Maybe people in the 1980s were too easily satisfied.

Or maybe, when the atmosphere is intense to a certain extent, it doesn't matter what kind of program you put on, or it's just the icing on the cake.

The opening ceremony lasted for several hours, and the cheers at the back were obviously not as strong as before. It wasn't that the show behind was not exciting enough, but that the audience's throats were hoarse.

"Cough cough!"

Before the audience left the stage, Li Jiankun had to go back to the central building behind the rostrum, otherwise he might not be able to squeeze out for an hour or two. Although my throat was very uncomfortable, my blood was boiling.

Arriving at the computer room, Lin Xinjia came up to him with a gloomy look and handed over a newspaper as soon as he entered the door. "Damn it, you didn't mention us at all!"

Li Jiankun took the newspaper and scanned it towards the front of the stage, "Wenhui Po". Founded in 1938, it is one of the mainstream newspapers in Shanghai.

Of course, the front page of the newspaper was the news about the opening of the National Games, and there was a news article in the supplement titled - "New communication products serve the National Games."

The general content is: Shanghai Post and Telecommunications Development Services Corporation joins hands with Hong Kong City Starlight Communication Group to launch a new radio communication product-electronic pager to protect the communication industry of the Fifth National Games.

And it was emphasized that pagers are mainly used in reception of foreign guests.

"Calm down." Li Jiankun looked at Lin Xinjia, smiled slightly and said, "That's a good thing."

"Good thing?"

"The opening ceremony has just ended. It is obviously the work of the Post and Telecom. It is very good. This will become a bait to attract other media to dig up what is going on with the pager. After digging and digging, can they still dig us out? "

After hearing Li Jiankun's explanation, Lin Xinjia's eyes brightened, and the depression in his heart was swept away.

Ding Lun and the others in the computer room also grinned, and a word suddenly came to their minds: overall view.

They always look at problems from a one-sided perspective, and this person's overall view is far beyond what they can match.

<divclass="contentadv">Ding Lun was sitting behind the console, ready to serve as an operator. After looking at Li Jiankun, he said with a wry smile: "I haven't received any news after waiting all morning. I won't wait until the foreign guests leave. , you won’t let us have a BB, right?”

Li Jiankun is not sure about this either.

The reception work has been arranged in advance. As Director Li said: Theoretically, there is no need to make temporary changes.

But if Director Li is a human being who doesn't look old-fashioned at all, then seeing that they have been busy for so long, I should give them a chance to show their faces.

It may not be necessary to contact the foreign guest reception staff if there is something urgent, right? For example, reminding them to pay attention to their work is a harmless message.

"Wait. We can't order them."

This wait lasted from noon until the sun was about to set.

They had been working day and night a while ago, and in exchange for such a cold scene, it had obviously caused a certain harm to Ding Lun and the others. Everyone in the computer room was withered.

At this moment, a black walkie-talkie placed on the operating table sounded the sizzling sound of electricity, followed by a voice:

"Paging station, paging station, please answer when you receive it."

Ding Lun suddenly excited, quickly picked up the walkie-talkie, and brought it to his mouth. Before he could respond, a voice came out of the walkie-talkie: "Received from Starlight Station."

"Radio China received it."

Because the logistics support work of the National Games involves many departments, the intercom channels are not enough, and the two paging stations share nine channels.

"Please contact the foreign guest reception staff and remind them to guide the foreign guests they are receiving to the Pujiang Hotel to attend the dinner event at 6 p.m."

"Hua Radio received it!"

"Starlight Station received it!"

-

City Museum.

In the empty and quiet hall, a group of people from the International Olympic Committee, led by foreign guest reception staff and museum staff, were scattered in different corners, admiring the cultural relics and antiques in the display cabinets or closets, or those with special historical significance. thing.

Many of the International Olympic Committee's trips are in pairs, and couples travel together, but the "eldest" Samaranch is a "single". He didn't want to be a light bulb. The cat leaned over in a corner and looked at a blue and white porcelain vase in the display cabinet.

He believes that no matter how porcelain develops internationally, the pinnacle skills of porcelain are still in this country.

In fact, this is also people’s initial label impression of this country.

"BB!"

"BB!"

Two monosyllabic sounds came from his ears almost simultaneously, which disturbed Samaranch's viewing to a certain extent.

Tao Dabing and Hu Ganlin were refreshed and reached out to touch their waists at the same time. According to regulations, Tao Dabing had to call back to the paging station to ask for news, but just as he was about to leave, Hu Ganlin had already approached Samaranch.

"Dear Chairman Samaranch, there is a dinner to be held at the Pujiang Hotel at six o'clock. In order not to delay the schedule, our visit may end at half past four."

Tao Dabing: "..."

He hesitated for a moment and finally took back his steps, with a look of resentment on his face.

It's not an important matter. The work that has been arranged in advance should be just a reminder, but... the Chinese character display pager on Gan Lin's waist is really convenient.

If you have this thing, why don’t you give them a plastic pimple-dried bird?

Take off your pants and fart!

After Samaranch nodded, his eyes lingered on Hu Ganlin's waist for a while, and something strange flashed across his black pupils similar to those of an Easterner.

Hongkou Stadium, inside the central building, in a vacated spectator lounge in a corridor in the west wing.

This is the computer room allocated to the Post and Telecommunications Department by the organizing committee, and is also the paging station of Starlight Station.

Against the east wall is a long wooden table with five black landline phones arranged in an orderly manner. Several staff members stood nearby and waited and waited. Then they looked at each other with question marks on their foreheads:

Where's the phone?

They had just called all the pagers provided by the reception staff for foreign guests. According to the procedure, the reception staff should find a phone and call back to the computer room to ask for specific information.

They were quite nervous just now. After all, there were only five telephones. They were afraid that the calls from foreign guest reception staff would flood in and some of the lines would be busy, so they were prepared to deal with every call quickly.

Unexpectedly, after waiting for almost five minutes, no phone call came in.

Another five minutes passed, and beads of sweat were pouring from the foreheads of all the staff in the computer room.

"Hello again, the message may not have been sent."

"No way! It has been tested hundreds of times before and everything is normal, but it only breaks down when it is actually used?"

"Hurry up, don't stand still, check the system and lines to see if there is any malfunction!"

After a frantic inspection, they even did a system self-check, and the results proved that all equipment was running normally. Then everyone in this technical team composed of Shanghai Post and Telecommunications and Hong Kong City Starlight Communications went numb.

One hundred percent of the information has been sent to the device terminal.

But why didn’t any foreign guest reception staff call back?

The problem was so big that they didn't even know where it came from, and it was completely beyond their ability to solve.

"Check it carefully again! I will report to Mr. Huang and Mr. Fan immediately."

The person in charge of the computer room rushed out of the room.