Chapter 260: Government Officials Who Can’t Sleep
Xiang Chuan didn’t forget Chou Manman’s and Li Wei’s instructions. After returning to the temporary dormitory in the evening and taking a shower, she quickly left a message for the Information Turbulence Processing Office, formally reporting the year of the information turbulence she had contacted, then rolled into the quilt and fell straight asleep.
It wasn’t just Xiang Chuan; the students from Nongda Affiliated High School were the same.
It was mainly because they were tired!
The Military Escort Ship had replaced new types of exoskeleton armor, which made the students (except for Xiang Chuan) extremely excited, and the Class Eight students also had to take care of cooking on top of that. Even high school students with boundless energy would be tired enough to collapse into bed and sleep in the middle of the night.
If the students from Nongda Affiliated High School on the Third Military Escort Ship were snoring away due to excitement and fatigue, and the students from Caida Affiliated High School were tossing and turning all night because they couldn’t eat the handmade dishes from Class Eight Grade One, then the Cultural Affairs Bureau, Historical Research Institute, Information Turbulence Processing Office, and all government leaders on the Third Fleet Main Ship were now completely unable to sleep.
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After receiving the email from Xiang Chuan, Director John of the Information Turbulence Processing Office, who had originally planned to have some drama watching fun and watch one or two more episodes of Empresses in the Palace, instantly went blank. He almost relied on his many years of corporate slave experience to forward this email to Main Ship Captain Green Noah and the other employees of the Information Turbulence Processing Office. After sending it, he sat dazed on the sofa in the living room for a good while before finally snapping back at the sound of a new message notification that had rung at some unknown time.
Director John took a close look: Oh, it was Captain Green Noah.
Green Noah was currently in the government building, staying in the meeting room with the leaders from various departments, discussing the placement plan for the Third Pioneer Force.
In the morning, when the government leaders received the news that the Third Pioneer Force from the Eleventh Fleet had entered port, almost the entire group exploded. Green Noah decisively began preparations to have this force temporarily stay with the Third Fleet. No matter what the Pioneer Force’s opinion was, they were at least physically restricted in their freedom for now.
As for how to place them, the government leaders had differing opinions.
Some believed they should be directly placed on the Military Escort Ship, with regular changes to the staging area, which could effectively prevent riots.
Others thought such a practice was excessive. Originally, forcibly restricting their personal freedom with nanomachines was already crossing the red line. If they went further and intensified the tension among the Pioneer Force personnel, who knows what out-of-line things they might do. So, rather than blocking, better to divert them; appropriately giving them freedom of movement would be more conducive to controlling them.
Green Noah felt both plans had their merits and was racking his brains thinking of a compromise when Director John’s email arrived.
Seeing it was from Director John, with whom he had been communicating frequently these past few months, Green Noah clicked it open without thinking. After reading the content of the email and the supplementary document from Xiang Chuan that was forwarded, Green Noah was also dumbfounded.
21st Century? Real or fake?
The main ship captain’s daze was quickly noticed by the few leaders sitting nearby.
“Captain Green, is there some emergency?”
Education Bureau Director Ma Chuanhua asked. It wasn’t gossip; it was because for matters like placing or handling the Pioneer Force, a leader like him who only managed student education really couldn’t chime in, so when he saw Green Noah spacing out, he came over to chat and relieve boredom.
“Um… there is a situation, something about Classmate Xiang Chuan.”
Green Noah came back to his senses, took a deep breath, replied to Director John’s email, then helplessly looked at Ma Chuanhua.
“What? Did she come up with some new thing on the Military Escort Ship again?” Ma Chuanhua laughed. “Then the Agriculture Bureau side should have a headache.”
Green Noah smiled bitterly and shook his head.
“The one with the headache is probably not just Agriculture Bureau’s Mok.”
With that, he directly flung the supplementary document from Xiang Chuan that Director John had sent. The document on the light screen automatically copied and split into more than a dozen copies, flying to the faces of the arguing leaders.
The arguing crowd was stunned: What was this? Could it be that Captain Green had a good plan?
But when they opened it and looked, everyone’s expressions became as dazed as Green Noah’s had just been.
Huh? 2022? 21st Century?
Doesn’t that mean before the Third World War?
“C-Captain Green, this, this year written by the classmate, is it real?” The quickest to recover, a cadre leader, asked tremblingly. “She, she wouldn’t have gotten the era wrong? It’s Tianyuan 2022, right? Common Era is too…”
Hearing this, many high-level cadres also reacted: Yeah, maybe because Classmate Xiang Chuan has been contacting too much information turbulence material recently, she misremembered the year?
Otherwise, how could it be the 21st Century?
“This needs to wait until she returns to the main ship, then I’ll have John and them reconfirm, but…” Green Noah took a deep breath, “it’s probably not wrong.”
“Everyone, don’t forget, among the information turbulence contactees taken away by the Eleventh Fleet that year, there was one youth who contacted around Tianyuan 200 years ago. The ancient intelligence he provided was enormous, but fragmented, which also indirectly led to the establishment of the Historical Research Institute, one of whose purposes was to organize and summarize the massive fragmented ancient intelligence provided by that youth.”
“Even a contactee who contacted just two hundred years after the founding of the Tianyuan Era could only access fragmented intelligence. This is enough to prove that the content Classmate Xiang Chuan contacted is not from the period around the fleet’s establishment.”
Hearing this, the leaders all nodded inwardly.
Yeah, everything Xiang Chuan produced was complete recipes, books, and TV series. Even Romeo and Juliet, which they planned to show off to the Twelfth Fleet during the Fleet Exchange Period, came from Xiang Chuan.
At the end of the Common Era, most books and images on Earth were digitized. The then-unregulated space-time network and the subsequent Dark Virus Crisis caused all information turbulence contactees to access only fragmented records to this day.
In comparison, the entertainment products Xiang Chuan submitted in her application, and the data records she submitted to the Agriculture Bureau in May, were all too complete and perfect.
Although some of the data seemed overly backward by modern technology standards, the rich records plunged many agronomists, historians, and enthusiasts in these two fields into unprecedented excitement.
This was unprecedented except for the Twelfth Fleet getting the incomplete script of Romeo and Juliet.
This was enough to prove the reliability of Classmate Xiang Chuan contacting 21st Century information turbulence.
After seeing this fact clearly, the government leaders in the meeting room fell into a state of excitement.
21st Century! A civilization not yet ravaged by the Third World War!
It actually fell into the hands of their Third Fleet’s little girl so luckily! Too fortunate!
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“But it’s a bit regrettable.” A leader from the Historical Research Institute sighed. “What Classmate Xiang Chuan contacted was records from the early 21st Century. If it were the late 21st Century, maybe we could start researching the cause of the Third World War. That war lasting twenty years only has a few scant words in the records—really a pity.”
“Why research that? We just need to manage our own agriculture.” A leader from the Agriculture Bureau snorted. “War stuff never left us any good.”
