"Hey. Who?" Jiang Xiaobai just saw Shi Sheng away when the phone rang on the table.

Did the news of my return spread so quickly? As soon as I arrived, someone knew about it.

"I, Xiaobai, we have seen the newspaper when we launched our satellite." Mou Qizhong's voice rang on the phone.

"Old Mou." I didn't know that I was back. It turned out to be Mou Qizhong.

"I have seen the newspaper about the satellite launch. I'm busy at work now. I really haven't read the newspaper. This is a good thing. How do I write it in the newspaper? Do I praise us or belittle us?"

Jiang Xiaobai asked with a smile, Zhao Xiaojin was responsible for Jiang Xiaobai's newspapers, but Zhao Xiaojin also came back with him.

I just started working today and had a lot of work to do, so Zhao Xiaojin had not delivered the newspaper yet.

But even though it was sent here, Jiang Xiaobai didn’t have time to see it for the time being because there were too many things to do in the morning.

"Praise us, the words are gorgeous..." Mou Qizhong said.

Jiang Xiaobai was not surprised by this. This was a positive energy thing, and even if it was fabricated, the white ones could not be said to be black.

What's more, in Mosco those days, Jiang Xiaobai was treated honestly, just kidding, and touching Huade Satellite Technology Company.

Is it a waste to live in a suite? Is it a waste to eat Western food? Is it a waste to take souvenirs? Is it a waste to play in a waste to travel?

"But, Xiaobai, I have something I want to ask you?" Mou Qizhong said after thinking about it.

"What's the matter? Lao Mou? Just ask directly, why are you doing so polite?" Jiang Xiaobai said casually, and Zhao Xiaojin knocked on the door and came in.

Holding a stack of documents and some newspapers.

Jiang Xiaobai pointed to the desk, Zhao Xiaojin put down the things and went out.

Jiang Xiaobai put the phone down, turned on the hands-free, and prepared to chat with Mou Qizhong while looking at the newspaper that Mou Qizhong said.

Mou Qizhong was silent for a while on the phone, but still asked his doubts: "Who ordered the ignition when he was launching the rocket at the Baikonur Space Launch Center?"

"At that time, the ignition was ordered...it was ignited...what happened?" Jiang Xiaobai had already seen the newspaper, and he also saw the photos in the newspaper. It was very good.

The news was well reported, with good titles, photos and contents selected. He opened several newspapers in a row.

Yes, there is no best, only better, civil and military affairs are the first, and martial arts are the second, and all articles are well written.

The first photo I chose was also very good at seeing. What is this called?

This is called not living in a suite, not eating Western food, not taking souvenirs, not taking them in vain, and not playing in travel.

"I remember clearly that the ignition of this rocket was ordered by the commander of the Baikonur Space Launch Site.

I have also negotiated with others about this issue. People say this is not possible and they must be their professional commander, otherwise problems will easily arise, so they do not agree.

But why is it you who ordered the ignition in the newspaper now?

I asked the entourage, and everyone was the commander who ignited the fire as I remember.

But after reading the newspaper, some people said that they remembered it wrongly, that it was you who ordered the fire to fire the rocket.

I just can't figure it out, can this daytime still be a ghost..."

Mou Qizhong talked about his doubts, and Jiang Xiaobai almost laughed out loud.

This old Mou probably has many question marks? If this were placed in later generations, Mou Qizhong would not have such a question.

I guess it was ps at the first time, and the second time, I would suspect it was posing for the photo. I would never be like this now. I even suspected that there was something wrong with my memory.

"Ah, so you asked about this!" Jiang Xiaobai looked like he suddenly realized, and then said, "Yes, I ordered the fire!"

Jiang Xiaobai said affirmatively, and Mou Qizhong asked immediately on the other side of the phone: "Then I clearly remember..."

Before Mou Qizhong finished speaking, he was interrupted by Jiang Xiaobai.

Jiang Xiaobai asked mysteriously: "Lao Mou, have you heard of the statement of memory deviation and the Mandela effect?"

"What memory deviation? What Mandela effect?" Mou Qizhong was confused.

“Many people have had this experience, and you remember going through this one day, but when you mention it to others again.

You will find that your memory is very different from the descriptions of others. Sometimes, the descriptions of two people in the aftermath of the incident are very different. At this time, the explanation given to yourself is that you remembered it wrong.

However, some people believe that it is not because of the problem with one's own memory, but because of some other reasons, the entire time and space have been distorted. In science, this phenomenon is called the Mandela effect..."

Jiang Xiaobai slowly spoke to Mou Qizhong, and Mou Qizhong became even more confused.

What does this mean? Is there a problem with my memory or the Mandela effect?

"For example, last year, there was a song with lyrics of fifty-six ethnic groups and fifty-six flowers... Have you heard of it?" Jiang Xiaobai continued to ask mysteriously.

"I have heard the song last year, fifty-six branches of 56 ethnic groups, fifty-six branches of siblings, fifty-six sisters, and family..." Mou Qizhong also sang a passage to Jiang Xiaobai on the phone.

This is a song from last year's National Games. It is very famous in the country and he has also heard it.

"Yes, but actually I want to tell you that it is not the fifty-six flowers of the fifty-six ethnic groups, but the fifty-six constellations of the fifty-six flowers..."

"Impossible." Mou Qizhong said decisively.

"If you don't believe me, please ask others first, and finally go and check it..." Jiang Xiaobai suggested.

"Okay, I'll go and have a look..." Mou Qizhong hung up the phone. Jiang Xiaobai thought. This time, Mou Qizhong was fooled by him, and he probably was confused for two days.

Mou Qizhong was indeed curious and asked the people in the company first. Everyone said in unison that it was "fifty-six ethnic groups and fifty-six flowers."

Then Mou Qizhong checked the song score and was stunned.

Then on the same day, we contacted several famous experts and professors studying psychology to meet, talked about memory bias, and talked about the Mandela effect.

However, at this time, foreign countries and domestic situations were not in line with each other, and experts and professors had never heard of any Mandela effect.

Because this Mandela effect is not a famous response, it is just a folk research, not a famous scientific research theory.

So Mou Qizhong was still confused. Mou Qizhong didn't sleep well that night. As for contacting several reporters to verify this, he didn't expect it at all.
Chapter completed!