Wenhao 1979, starting with contributing to Story Club

Chapter 197 Where is my Wi-Fi?

Not to mention how shocked Qin Zhongkai and Xiao Ma were outside the room.

In the blink of an eye, a class period had passed, and the half-closed room door was clicked open from the inside.

Yu Zhen came out, and Qin Zhongkai excitedly went to greet him, about to speak to express his concern.

Yu Zhen shoved him aside, "Get out of my way! Hey, who's this? What's your name?" He turned to Xiao Ma, his face full of impatience, "Ugh, I don't care who you are, where's my Wi-Fi on the computer you brought me? I finished writing an article and need to send an email, but I can't find the network settings? A laptop without a network connection, that's not right!"

Listening to his rambling, Xiao Ma's face immediately turned from green to white to purple to red to blue, just like a Sichuan face-changing opera, it was quite a spectacle.

Xiao Ma was extremely embarrassed. "Mr. Yu, I know what you mean by the Wi-Fi function, but—but currently, this device really hasn't been developed to include it yet. Yes, I'm sorry—"

Upon hearing this, Yu Zhen waved his hand impatiently, "You don't need to apologize to me. It's meaningless. I just want internet access. The laptop already has a touchscreen design; what's so difficult about adding internet access?"

Xiao Ma burst into tears. "I'm so sorry, Writer Yu. I...I really don't know much about this. I...I was just responsible for delivering the products to you as a New Year's gift and debugging and installing the system and software applications for you. I...I...I only graduated from the Computer Science Department of Tsinghua and Peking Universities three months ago and was assigned to the Institute of Military Science and Technology of China. I...I..."

Yu Zhen sighed, then turned to Qin Zhongkai, "What kind of mess is this? Giving someone half a finished product, leaving them stuck in this limbo, it's so frustrating! How am I supposed to email the manuscript? — Uh!!" Suddenly, he slapped his forehead, as if jolted awake from a dream. He gave an awkward laugh, "Oh my god, I almost did the splits! I don't even have an email address to send to the target audience. Oh dear, oh dear, sorry, sorry, comrade, my attitude was a bit off earlier, please don't take it to heart —"

Qin Zhongkai stared blankly, speechless.

Xiao Ma was rather at a loss. Seeing the great writer Yu apologize in person, he quickly waved his hand to indicate that it was alright. What could he say? Only now did he truly realize what Qin Zhongkai had said about the great writer Yu's true colors when he went mad.

"Xiao Yu, stop blabbering! Just now, you were holed up in your room and wrote so many words, and you're in such a hurry to send it out via email? Who are you going to see it?!"

Yu Zhen almost blurted out, "Of course, it's about updating and uploading 10,000 pieces of content every day."

Well, that frenzied creative burst he had just spent in his room made him feel as if he had traveled through time and space, suddenly returning to his original time and space, back to the daily routine of an online writer.

"Well, I just wrote about 18,000 words in a rather haphazard way. I'm not quite used to the new computer yet, but the keyboard feels amazing, and the built-in double-pinyin double-shape Chinese input method is absolutely fantastic."

He was talking non-stop, and Qin Zhongkai and Xiao Ma, who were standing next to him, were completely dumbfounded.

In just a brief forty or fifty minutes, you actually managed to "create" 18,000 words of inner monologue while holed up in your room.

Allow??

This is ridiculous! Writing novels is more convenient than farting or taking a dump, isn't it?

"Xiao Yu, you really didn't just randomly roll your face across the keyboard in front of the computer??" Qin Zhongkai refused to believe it.

Little Horse also refused to believe it.

Yu Zhen curled his lip, dismissing any explanation. "Believe it or not, just go inside and see for yourselves. By the way, Xiao Ma, right? Is Comrade Yuan still the chief engineer at the Chinese Academy of Sciences Military Research Institute? His phone number hasn't changed, has it?"

Xiao Ma was puzzled, but nodded and replied, "Comrade Yuan is the chief engineer of this batch of hand-machined Tianhe-I laptops. Is there anything you'd like to contact Comrade Yuan about?"

Yu Zhen waved his hand, "Alright, you guys go inside and look at my new manuscript. Since Comrade Yuan is still in charge, that makes things much easier. I need to call him directly and give him a good scolding."

"Well----"

Xiao Ma wanted to say a few more words, but Qin Zhongkai tugged at his arm, signaling him to shut up, and the two quickly went inside.

I was extremely curious, wondering just how exaggerated the 18,000-word novel that Yu Zhen created in less than an hour could be.

There's nothing I can do!

In their inherent understanding.

When a writer creates a novel, they have to work hard and produce at least 10,000 to 20,000 words in ten days or half a month. That would already be considered an exceptionally high level of productivity!

Well, this is something that the great writer Yu actually measures in terms of the speed of his novel writing output.

This is just... absolutely insane!

Soon, the two entered the room and stood in front of the large, square laptop weighing twenty kilograms.

The computer screen was lit up, and the interface was the editing page of the program with the "文" icon. Lines of text filled the screen, and upon closer inspection, wow, it really was a novel with very complete text content, and there was not a single sign of random typing.

"How is this possible?!"

"President Qin, I finally know what a genius creator of god-like caliber truly is!"

After a few self-deprecating jokes, the two were quickly captivated by the text on the screen.

Meanwhile, Yu Zhen, who had come to the next room, made a quick international call, which connected directly to the internal line of the Chinese Academy of Sciences Military Research Institute.

Don't ask him how he was able to access such a critical unit's internal network across domains.

The answer is simple: This writer, Yu, has his own exclusive, premium-grade short code for calling within the domestic communication system.

As long as you give your short call sign to the operator, you will immediately have a dedicated line with the highest security level.

This level of treatment, without a doubt, is earned through genuine ability.

Of course, since they were overseas, relevant departments spent a lot of money to create a green channel for them to cope with the many communication difficulties.

As for how Comrade Yuan would react when he suddenly received this phone call.

Yu Zhen didn't know, and didn't care to know, but on the phone, he launched into a tirade, complaining that the New Year's gift they had specially presented him was some kind of terrible half-finished product.

"Comrade Yuan, do you know what it's like for a laptop to not have internet access? It's like we've successfully developed an aircraft carrier, but we've neglected to simultaneously develop carrier-based fighter jets—it's like a rifle without ammunition."

There's nothing we can do about it; we've gotten used to the internet information era of our previous time and place.

Before this, even without a laptop, I could still suppress my craving for the internet age.

But then, out of the blue, the institute sent us this New Year's gift, which is super cool to use, but the only problem is that it doesn't have Wi-Fi.

network----

Okay, to put it bluntly, they send over a fair-skinned and fragrant girl, only to find out she's a boy!

That was terrifying!