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The monitoring system is the slowest shortcoming. 【 & The custom-made temperature sensor from the United States traveled across the ocean and changed to the railway and finally arrived at Dong|ying, and the rough prototype of the program was completed.

Even so, the programmers still showed pride on their faces, as if they had done something amazing.

Su Cheng nostalgic thought: In contrast, the programmers of later generations are the real "model workers".Low salary and low benefits, no complaints or tiredness, 24-hour telephone...

The main monitoring system is installed at the traffic station not far from the headquarters.

Oilfields have begun to use computers to verify production, and placing them near flow stations can reduce the workload of maintenance personnel.

After two days of busy work, the five people finally made the old pclu display red, green, black and white se.The oil field's own construction team, with the assistance of two foreigners, barely installed the temperature sensor.

10 sensors are spread all over the main pipeline of the oil field. In this way, the monitoring system is basically completed.

Huan Chenqiang invited Su Cheng to come forward, and invited Lin Yonggui. A group of people huddled in the monitoring room, listening to Sikong Jia explain to the oil field staff how to use it: "These green light spots represent the temperature sensor. If it turns red, it means that the The problem may be that there is a problem with the temperature sensor, or it may be that the oil storage pipe is leaking, no matter which, it needs to be checked. If it turns yellow, it means that there is a slight temperature change. The reason is similar to the change, but yellow se You don’t need to check the temperature sensor right away, you’d better notify the passing guards and check it along the way, mainly focusing on whether there is a small amount of hidden leakage...”

Sikong Jia looked at Sioux City in the middle, then turned to the middle, and said, "With a temperature sensor, the leak of the oil pipeline can be easily detected. However, to solve the problem of stealing oil, you still need to solve the problem of the number and speed of the guards." .And contact the local police. We suggest that the escort team is best to use a high-frequency walkie-talkie."

"It's ready." The tall and burly Kang Mingdong is a demobilized soldier.Made it to the regimental level.Very prestigious in the security office.Today is the first day when the temperature sensor is activated. The security department has organized three capable teams to catch as many people as possible.

Sikong Jia nodded, and said in a soft voice: "We have only installed temperature sensors on the main oil storage pipeline now. Therefore, you still need to patrol the branch roads."

Oil fields and cities in general are huge.Oil pipelines are like streets and alleys, spreading extremely wide.There were only a few guards in the security department, and it was night.Can't see it at all.

With temperature sensor.It also requires a nearby team that can react quickly.

Lin Yonggui nodded slightly, and said: "From this year onwards, the number of guards will triple, and we will provide you with cars."

Kang Mingdong immediately expressed his loyalty: "We are determined to complete the oilfield security work."

"Well, we must actively cooperate with the police and closely contact the masses."

Mingdong isn't worried about the gas mileage.Instead, it's a headache for the police.Although the oil field often benefits institutions such as the local police station, it is still a matter of opinion whether they will buy it or not.Moreover, since most of the oil rats are locals, the inextricable relationship is simply unclear and constantly cut.

Su Cheng blinked and said nothing.He knew that the further back he went, the more difficult it would be to inspect the oil field.Fuguzi makes a lot of money, and naturally the shotguns are replaced with guns, and the equipment is getting more and more advanced.Generations of policemen gradually got rid of the shadow of the Oilfield Administration.

He couldn't say anything about it, so he stared at Sikong Jia in front of him.

Beautiful and delicious.

Looking at her three senior brothers, they were almost intoxicated.Su Cheng thought to himself: Computer majors have always had more wolves than meat, maybe there were only one or two pieces of meat in the 80s... From this point of view, programmers in the 80s were still dedicated.

Green dots representing temperature sensors are all over the computer screen.

In the evening, it is the peak time for oil geeks to steal oil.Lin Yonggui stood there waiting to see, and it was difficult for the others to leave.

This wait was nearly an hour.

Huan Chenqiang spoke dryly, and finally a green light turned red.

He was as excited as if he saw a traveler on the highway after being stuck in traffic for three days, and shouted loudly: "It's turned red, it's turned red."

The monitor has already picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted: "Squad 1, this is the monitoring room, and No. 783 in District [-] turns red.

The walkie-talkie uttered "Zla" and replied: "Monitoring room, this is Team 1, where is District [-]?"

The area is newly created.

Kang Mingdong blushed immediately, and scolded angrily, "It's Lao Liangkou."

The monitor repeated, and team 1 said "I know, let's go now", and there was only the sound of "rustling" and everyone waited with peace of mind.

At some point, Sikong Jia stood beside Su Cheng, and said in a soft voice: "You are the director of Su, right? I asked others, you are a graduate of the Chinese Department of Peking University, how can you be a customer interface?"

She came to ask out of curiosity.

Su Cheng gave a smirk, and said, "I just saw it, and mine is not called an interface, it's just a schematic diagram at best."

"I have looked through many periodicals, and mobilized my classmates to look for them, but I have never seen a similar interface." Si Kongjia looked as if he had discovered the secret, and asked, "I heard that you know several foreigners. Finished software?"

"It's more like dreaming in a dream."

"how is this possible."

"Of course it is possible. Maybe we are God's program. He inserted a user interface description for me and instructed me to give it to you to complete." Su Cheng joked, watching Sikong Jia from top to bottom, I just feel that she is like an ethereal bamboo, and the dialogue itself makes people feel comfortable.

"Your statement is interesting, is it science fiction?" Sikong Jia looked very interested.

"Haven't you heard of this kind of saying?" Su Cheng heard her voice, and his heart beat wildly twice. This girl's voice was really annoying.

Sikong Jia frowned and said, "I've only read or borrowed a few of Jules Verne's science fiction novels, as well as "The Invisible Man", "Star Wars", "Space Divine Comedy"..."

What she said was the poor science fiction that people in this era can read. The 80s was the era when Chinese people loved literature the most, especially modern literature. No matter how crude the text was, there were people who read it. Every Chinese person was eager to read.It's not love of learning, it's just a lack of spiritual life.

The IT industry is probably the first industry in China to be exposed to science fiction, at this point.They are much better than liberal arts students who study engineering and agriculture.However, Chinese translations of sci-fi tend to lean toward early classics.The science fiction written by the Chinese is biased towards fairy tales.It was completely different from what Sioux City came into contact with later.

Sikong Jia likes science fiction, but he can read very few of them.Not only can't buy it, you can't even borrow it. Novels feel as rare as books from 0 years ago.

Both left and right are chatting quietly.Sioux City recalled several science fiction novels and movies about computers, artificial intelligence and robots, and mixed them together.Introduce in a low voice.

Sikong Jia's eyes lit up when he heard this.

Being worshiped by a beautiful woman with big eyes made Su Cheng's self-confidence burst, and time passed quickly.

It's just that the three software brothers are pitiful.Work hard on the side.While trying to be jealous...

"Monitoring room, monitoring room, this is team 1. We caught the fuel rat. We caught the fuel rat. There are 3 people. A motorcycle." The voice on the walkie-talkie cheered everyone up.

Security monitor.He quickly turned on the walkie-talkie and shouted: "Squad 1, well done, please send the fuel rat to the police station."

"Understood, send it to the police station."

At the end of the call, Secretary Lin took the lead and applauded loudly.

Su Cheng also straightened up and clapped pretendingly.

It was already late at this time, Lin Yonggui said a few words of effort, and left the monitoring room.The others went out one by one, leaving only the people in the security office to continue studying and working there.

Outside the door, the place without street lights was pitch black.

Su Cheng asked Sikong Jia, "Where do you live? How do you go back?"

"It's at the oil field guest house, and I've already called a friend to pick it up." Sikong Jia said softly, "The story is very nice, thank you."

Su Cheng waved goodbye and watched Sikong Jia walking towards the bicycle parking shed.

There were several boys standing there, all looking at Sikong Jia with burning eyes.

For some reason, Su Cheng's heart suddenly tightened, thinking: Does she have a boyfriend?

Well, two more girls came out from under the street lamp, chatted and laughed with Sikong Jia, Su Cheng's heart was relieved, and he couldn't help cursing: Why are you ashamed to see people, you want to hide in the shadow of the street lamp Next, those who didn't know thought it was a robber.

That night, a total of 4 oil geeks fell in 14 groups, and 6 motorcycles and 1 fuel tanker converted from a pickup were seized.

Lin Yonggui was both surprised and delighted.Surprisingly, there are so many rats who dare to drill holes in the main pipe, and all of them can afford transportation.I don't know how many oil rats are on other small pipes.The good news is that the temperature sensor is useful. This is a decision he made this year. Everyone is watching. If several million yuan is in vain, it will be very embarrassing.

The next morning, Su Cheng drove the car and arrived at the monitoring room naturally.

Sikong Jia had already arrived, so Su Cheng chatted with her about the technology of oilfield oil pipelines, and at the same time talked about science fiction with her.

Until Kang Mingdong came in angrily and threw his hat on the ground.

"What's wrong?" Su Cheng asked strangely.

Kang Mingdong randomly found a glass of water, gulped it down, and said, "Of the 14 people arrested yesterday, 12 were sentenced to public security detention, and they were released in a week. No matter how you say it, it doesn’t make sense.”

"How could this be?" The staff in front had already jumped up.

"It is said that there is insufficient evidence." Kang Mingdong snarled, and said, "Everyone says they are first-time offenders. Will first-time offenders go to the main pipeline? Will they drive motorcycles and modified pickups?"

Instead, Su Cheng remained silent.The current technical equipment is backward. If no means are used, except for on-site evidence, the prisoners will be whatever they recruit, and the police are usually unwilling to spend time on-site investigation.

Even a few years ago, the police station and the procuratorate listened to the oil field, and they could only be sentenced to severe ones, and they could not be sentenced out of thin air.Of course, it's even more troublesome now, and I can't even find a heavy sentence.

"Why don't you ask Secretary Lin?" Someone suggested.

Kang Mingdong gritted his teeth and said, "I'll ask."

Su Cheng hurriedly grabbed him and said, "Kang Chu, don't worry. Think about it first."

Although he was not familiar with him, Kang Mingdong knew Su Cheng, so he stopped and asked, "Do you have a solution?"! .