Global Update [Quick Transmigration]

"Recently, it seems that many countries have inquired about the relevant news, and they are all eager to make a move on the achievements of our scientific researchers."

"It's obviously deceiving people too much! Do you think we were more than ten years ago?"

"Oh, I'm afraid their thoughts are still stuck in the feudal dynasty."

"Hiding one's strength and biding one's time is a national policy, but when necessary, certain countries must see it. We are not easy to mess with."

"So, is that research going to be made public?"

"... Let's make it public."

At seven o'clock that night, accompanied by a familiar melody, the smiling host in formal attire announced the good news to thousands of households in front of the screen:

"Good evening, dear viewers! Today is × month × day and week ×, lunar calendar × month × ×, welcome to the "News Network" program..."

"On February 2, under the leadership of Academician Gao Xinglu's team, my country successfully broke through the biggest difficulty in controllable nuclear fusion technology. This research has a huge impact and is a new milestone in the history of human science and technology development. At present, this technology is still limited to military use. , in terms of weapons research, it is expected that within three years, the nuclear-powered aircraft carrier development-launch-trial process will be completed..."

The news in just 30 seconds shocked the whole world.

Research institutes and intelligence agencies around the world have been fried.

Whether it is day or night, physicists, engineers and related practitioners in all related fields felt dizzy the moment they heard the news——

Regardless of nationality, race, or politics, this achievement will open a new chapter in the history of human physics!

Soon, the world will usher in another wave of industrial revolution!

And Qiao Jing, who had already received news from his father, was sitting on the sofa watching the news on time.

He turned on the video recording function of his mobile phone, turned up the volume of the TV with the remote control, and clearly recorded the scene of the aircraft carrier formation riding the wind and waves in the news on the South China Sea into the video.

It was indeed a day to remember.

The response from above was faster than he had imagined, he thought, and this research and development speed... is worthy of being the most powerful country in the world.

The phone on the table buzzed and vibrated. Qiao Jing put down the beer and connected the phone: "Hello?"

"Have you watched the news?"

"Look," Qiao Jing leaned on the sofa relaxedly, he would only show such an expression in front of his family, "It's good, so the South China Sea should calm down a bit. My mother said that you have been getting angry recently , did you receive the chrysanthemum tea I sent home?"

"Stinky boy, do I still need you to send something here? You'll go to the sky after earning that little money." The middle-aged man on the phone snorted coldly, but it was definitely impossible to say he was unhappy, "By the way, Let me ask you something. Didn’t you write on Moonnet? Did you know an author named ‘Yan Heqing’?”

"...It's Xingchen.com, okay?" Qiao Jing said with a complicated mood.

He has been writing on Xingchen.com for almost seven years, and has even published more than a dozen books. His father has not yet remembered the name of the website, but he is thinking about the new pseudonym he just registered for half a year, which is really frustrating. .

"All right, Xingchen.com," Father Qiao said seriously, "Anyway, do you know the author?"

"I don't know him, but I've heard of it." Qiao Jing said without blinking, "What do you ask him for?"

"This is a state secret," Father Qiao said solemnly, "but if you go home, it's not that I can't tell you."

"Forget it then." Qiao Jing said immediately.

"You little brat—"

"Crack", Qiao Jing quickly hung up the phone.

Every time he chats with his dad alone, it ends up with the same ending.

Qiao Jing was used to it.

After the news broadcast was over, he clicked on the Liuliu.com app, and immediately saw the comment section that was bruised by today's update.

Every author has a heart that is just about to move and wants to throw a knife, and Qiao Jing is no exception.

However, according to the outline, Qiao Jing arranged for Yang Liu to bring the data back to China smoothly.

——In order to match today's news, he added three chapters in one go.

But for some reason, his readers don't seem to be as happy as expected.

"Too cruel..."

"Damn, it's really cruel!"

Qiao Jing was full of doubts, and read his update again.

It is obviously just pure technical information and the plot report after returning to China, and by the way, let the protagonist show off his memory beyond ordinary people. No one was sacrificed or injured. Where is the abuse?

He reopened the comment section and continued to scroll down.

"He memorized such lengthy and complicated data after only listening to it once. Yang Liu's photographic memory is indeed amazing, but it also means that he will never forget that Wu Zhining hummed to him on the phone before he died. that melody."

"It's killing me, Yang Liu is only this year, right? At the most beautiful and prosperous age, he is also a young scientist. One genius meets another genius, and they love each other. They are talented and beautiful. Before, everyone guessed that Wu Zhining was the heroine, but it turned out In a few chapters, I will get a bento!"

"Yeah, this is the first time Yang Liu met a girl who can keep up with his thinking in career, right? There is only a two-year difference in age, even if I don't like sister-brother love, I will stand in this pair of CP, I'm still waiting Look at the sweet story of Wu Zhining returning to China with Yang Liu to do research!"

"Mo Dan, the author returned me as a pretty heroine!"

"No, am I the only one who feels sorry for Coach Zhao? He is the king of soldiers in the special forces, but he was seriously injured because of protecting Yang Liu. He probably will spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair."

"Break defense +1. Zhao Mingyu is really willing to protect the protagonist. I didn't cry when he was injured, and I didn't cry when he said 'fortunately you're fine', but lying on the hospital bed let Yang Liu cry and stand against the wall When Jun Zi was calm, the tears really stopped."

"In short, thousands of words can be condensed into one sentence - old thief Yan Heqing is not a man!"

Qiao Jing, who was scolded as an old thief, rubbed her nose and closed the comment section as if nothing had happened.

They scolded Yan Heqing, what does it have to do with me, Qiao Jing?

But judging from the abuse in the comment area, the news just now did not affect "Song of the Earth". It will also be impossible to contact an online novel for a while.

Therefore, even though Qiao Jing has hundreds of thousands of readers, being popular has become his best protection.

N city, airport.

A Phaeton came from the airport at high speed and stopped in front of a man in a pure black suit.

After the driver took the luggage in his hand, Jing Xinglan rubbed his tired eyebrows, bent down and sat in the back seat of the car.

He just got off the plane, and his jet lag has not come back. Although he has been busy all day, if he sleeps now, he won't be able to sleep at night.

So the man took out his mobile phone and prepared to read novels to pass the time.

I have hoarded articles for such a long time before, and I should have fattened up at least dozens of chapters by now, right?

But when he clicked on the column of Mirror Flower and Water Moon, what he saw was the author's abandonment statement and a gray lock text below.

No more, nothing more.

The vast expanse of white land is so clean.

Jing Xinglan: "..."

This feeling of suffocation is understood by anyone who has chased after it.

With a sullen face, he took a deep breath and made a phone call to the secretary: "Do you have the contact information of Xingchen.com? Give it to me now."

The secretary was stunned for a moment, and immediately opened the notebook to check it in a hurry, and did not forget to ask: "Wait a moment, I will send it to you right away. Do you want to buy Xingchen.com?"

"No," Jing Xinglan said darkly, "It's because of me."

After all these years, he has spent nearly a million dollars just reading books on Xingchen.com, and 90.00% of them are rewards for flowers in the mirror. In the end, he got such a result. Is his money a big wind here?

Moreover, readers on Weibo said that the author seems to be squeezed out by the high-level of the website, can this be tolerated?

After getting the contact information, Jing Xinglan had a "cordial" exchange with Yao Jing, the president of Xingchen.com, in the car. In the end, Yao Jing had to bite the bullet and agreed to return all the tips he had made on the website. Apologize publicly.

"Mr. Yao knew that after Jinghua Shuiyue terminated the contract, did he say where he would write the essay?" Jing Xinglan asked before hanging up the phone.

Since the author only said to abandon the account rather than seal the pen, then he still has the hope of seeing the new article.

Yao Jing twitched the corner of his mouth, and said with a half-smile: "Sorry, I don't care much about this kind of thing."

He is not in the mood to argue with Jing Xinglan at all right now, just thinking about the price he wants to pay makes his flesh sore to death.

It's okay to refund the money, and the public apology means that in the future, there will definitely be more readers like Jing Xinglan who will make the same request.

You know, the local tyrant readers who are in the mirror and the moon in the water often give tens of thousands of rewards!

Not to mention that for such a great author, the subscription fee for ordinary readers is the bulk.Even if the readers who come to apply for a refund are only one-tenth of the original consumption, it will be a great pressure on the capital chain of the website.

Qiao Jing paid so much liquidated damages back then, but he was not willing to return any cents to the readers.

Jing Xinglan could hear the coldness in Yao Jing's tone, but what does it have to do with him?

He is just a reader who wants to read the article, and because he likes the article in the mirror, he bought a few film and television copyrights and prepared to start shooting.Jing Xinglan even made up his mind that when the time comes, he wants to invite someone over for a meal, and it is best to ask for an autographed photo or something, which will be placed on the bookshelf in his office.

The results of it?

Not only are all the articles locked, but the author has also terminated the contract with the website. Even if the TV series in preparation can still be released, it will definitely have an impact on the crew.

He didn't go to court with Yao Jing, which is enough to give him face!

"Since Mr. Yao is busy with personnel, I won't bother you," Jing Xinglan said in a flat but sarcastic tone, "I hope Xingchen.com will be able to do better and better under your leadership in the future. There are plenty of talents."

The implication is that Yao Jing cannot retain talents and is not worthy of being a leader.

Yao Jing was so angry that he almost cursed, but Jing Xinglan didn't give him this chance.

He just hung up the phone.

"Fuck! Is this bastard surnamed Jing looking for trouble purely!?"

Yao Jing held back his evil fire and had nowhere to vent it, so he could only make a phone call to Wang Cheng's cell phone: "Remind Sa Yi, the superior has approved our plan to hold an international web festival in N City, and the relevant The industrial chain must be led by Xingchen.com, and if there is a problem with him, just go to the third-rate pheasant website and get the guarantee to eat ashes!"

Wang Cheng: "... I know, I will pass it on to you."

He sighed, looked at the blacked out screen, and thought to himself.

Even if he is willing to be a dog for a bite of food, a creature like a capitalist will never be satisfied.

They are afraid of disobedient wolves, but they also look down on dogs who wag their tails and beg for mercy under their hands. All they need are tool people who are willing to be driven by them.

I don't know, in this competition without gunpowder smoke, who will have the last laugh between Sayi and Yan Heqing?