"Pap..."

"Terminator, bring me another box of pens."

Zhang Zhai once again used up a box of gel pens. The trash can next to his desk was filled with torn manuscript paper and pen holders that had used up ink.

Shaking off the sore wrist joints, Zhang Zhai stretched out his left hand, picked up the page of manuscript paper on the desk with his thumb and index finger, and placed it in front of his eyes.

Zhang Zhai frowned and glanced.

"Tear it apart."

He stretched out his right hand, crumpled up the paper he had been writing on for half the night, and tore it into pieces.

"Pap..."

With a wave of his hand, he threw the scrap paper into the overflowing trash can and glanced at the system interface within sight.

"The degree of mastery of short-distance space transmission technology: 89%"

Zhang Zhai looked at the progress and smiled.

"There is only one percent left to reach 90. I don't know if it is possible to complete it within today." Zhang Zhai said, looking outside through the window in front of the desk.

Outside, the sun was shining brightly, the sun was in the sky, and it was mid-morning.

"Based on the previous progress, this possibility is very high." Zhang Zhai said, shook his head, closed his eyes, and took a short rest while the Terminator was holding the pen.

It has now been three days since the Zhai City Science and Technology Award Ceremony, and the outside world is still talking about the Zhai City Science and Technology Award.

The lives of the nine winners and the process of the award ceremony were repeatedly discussed by the media.

But this did not affect Zhang Zhai, the founder of the Zhai City Science and Technology Award.

Zhang Zhai has been in the lounge for three days, and what he did during this period was to continuously push forward the short-distance transmission technology. Even the scientific researchers who came to ask questions were temporarily turned away by Zhang Zhai.

Outside Zhang Zhai's lounge, spiders and wild wolves stood motionless.

Wild Wolf looked a little worried, "Spider, Mr. Zhang hasn't been out for three days, nothing will happen."

"It's okay." Spider looked relaxed, "I have observed that Mr. Zhang has a normal schedule and there will be no problems."

…

"Click..."

Behind Zhang Zhai, the door of the lounge opened in response.

"Da da!"

The Terminator stepped on the ground, making a crisp sound, and walked in.

Zhang Zhai opened his eyes, took the box of pens, and took a deep breath.

"Go on! Do it!" Zhang Zhai said in a deep voice.

…

"Whoosh... whoosh."

The rest room instantly returned to silence, except for the sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper.

Time keeps moving.

ten minutes!

half an hour!

One hour……

Just as the sun in the sky was slowly setting in the west, Zhang Zhai was still immersed in the final step of the deduction.

Time slowly passed from noon to evening, and the lights that had been on began to work, illuminating the lounge as bright as day!

"Sir, the rest time you set has been reached. Please stop working immediately and take a rest!" Dabai got out of the box.

Zhang Zhai ignored this and still swung his pen quickly, letting his sweat drip on the desk.

"Sir, it's rest time..." Dabai began to repeat.

"Shut up!" Zhang Zhai roared without turning his head, and his hand movements did not stop, and even became faster and faster!

Dabai was being drank by Zhang Zhai and could only stand aside, motionless.

Time passed by Zhang Zhai's constantly waving pen tip.

One hour...two hours.

When the sun completely set behind the horizon, and when the evening completely fell into darkness, Zhang Zhai did not stop moving.

until!

"Tear it apart..."

A tearing sound sounded!

The pen tip in Zhang Zhai's hand crossed the sweat-soaked manuscript paper, and the paper was torn directly by the pen tip.

Zhang Zhai held the pen and looked at the broken page of manuscript quietly, seeming to be distracted.

Sudden!

A smile appeared on Zhang Zhai's face, and then he threw the gel pen aside.

"Crack!"

"It's done!"

The smile on Zhang Zhai's face became brighter and brighter.

"There is no need to work backwards anymore, the results are there."

"Ding, short-distance space transmission technology has been mastered: 90%"

The system prompt sounds at the right time.

A 90% mastery level means that he has completely mastered the theoretical part.

…

Zhang Zhai stood up and looked at the dozens of pieces of manuscript paper he had finally written on with a smile.

Zhang Zhai stretched out the stiff and sore fingers of his right hand and touched it gently.

Then... he tore up all the dozen pieces of paper, crumpled them into balls, and threw them into the trash can.

"Terminator, destroy the contents in the trash can according to the highest confidentiality level." Zhang Zhai turned around and said.

The Terminator responded, picked up the trash can, and walked out.

Zhang Zhai looked at Dabai standing aside, smiled and shook his head: "Dabai, go back."

Dabai got the tissue and returned it to the box.

Zhang Zhai looked at the manuscript paper and pen on the desk. After thinking for a moment, he took out a piece of paper and wrote an extremely complicated formula on the paper.

After substituting several constants for calculation, Zhang Zhai wrote a number on the paper.

“213,769KM”

"Theoretically, the limit transmission distance of short-distance space transmission is 210,000 kilometers. If based on the current industrial base and material standards, it is unrealistic to reach the limit of 210,000 kilometers. 200,000 kilometers is the limit."

Zhang Zhai looked at the number on the paper and whispered to himself.

"If it is only used on the earth, this distance is more than enough. Even if the two farthest points on the earth are, the straight-line distance does not exceed 20,000 kilometers, but... how much space does space transmission technology have on the earth?"

“It can only transmit non-intelligent creatures, which seriously limits the scope of use of transmission technology.

It may be able to promote economic development and greatly save transportation costs, but it is nothing more than it. It cannot transport people, which limits its upper limit of development.

but if……"

"But if it is used in the universe! Especially if it is used between the earth and the moon, it is tantamount to opening up the line between heaven and earth!"

“Earth resources and lunar resources can be exchanged in an instant!

This means that, let alone building a city on the moon, it is possible to build a country and completely transform the moon, and the lunar resources can also be truly utilized!"

…

"But... this short-distance space transmission technology, the transmission limit distance is just that much different."

"It's half the distance! It's half the distance!"

Zhang Zhai frowned.

"unless……"

Zhang Zhai suddenly raised his head, "Unless there is a transfer station in space..."

…

"A1! Help me see if Academician Gan is sleeping!"

"Father, Gan Xiaohua is still in the laboratory."
To be continued...