Chapter 98 Red Light and Green Light

The monitoring system is the slowest short board. The temperature sensor customized from the United States crossed the sea and changed to a railway to finally arrive at Dongying, and the rough prototype of the program was completed.

Even so, the programmers still showed arrogance on their faces, as if they had done a great thing.

Su Cheng's nostalgic thought: In contrast, the programmers of later generations are the real "model workers". Low wages and low benefits, no complaining or tiredness, the phone is turned on 24 hours a day...

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

The oil field has begun to use computers to verify the output and place it near the flow station, which can reduce the workload of repair personnel.

The five people were busy for two days, and finally the old PC showed red, green, black and white. The oilfield's own construction team, with the assistance of two foreigners, managed to install the temperature sensor.

100,000 sensors are all over the oilfield main road, so that the monitoring system is initially completed.

Eunuch Chenqiang asked Su Cheng to come forward and invited Lin Yonggui. A group of people squeezed into the monitoring room and listened to Sikongjia explain the use method to the oilfield employees: "These green light spots represent the temperature sensor. If they turn red, it means that there is a problem. There is (bookstore www.shushu5.com Www.shushu5.com) may be a problem with the temperature sensor or a leak in the oil storage pipe. Either way, it needs to be checked. If it turns yellow, it means that there is a weak temperature change. The reason is similar to the change. However, the yellow temperature sensor does not need to be checked immediately. You'd better inform the passing escort to check on the way, mainly focusing on whether there is a small number of hidden leaks..."

Sikongjia looked at Su Cheng in the middle, then faced the middle and said, "With a temperature sensor, the leakage of the oil pipeline is easy to be found. However, to solve the problem of oil stealing, you still need to solve the number and speed of the escort. And contact the local police. We suggest that it is best for the escort to use a high-frequency walkie-talkie.

"It's ready." Kang Mingdong, who is tall and big, is a transferred soldier. Achieved the regiment level. It is very prestige in the security office. Today is the first day of the start-up of the temperature sensor. The Security Department has organized three capable teams to catch as many people as possible.

Si Kongjia nodded and said softly, "We only install temperature sensors on the main oil storage pipeline now. Therefore, you still need to patrol the branch road.

Oilfields and cities are generally huge. The oil pipeline is like a street and alley, spreading widely. There are only a few escorts in the security department at night. I can't see it at all.

There is a temperature sensor. There is also a need for a team nearby that can respond quickly.

Lin Yonggui nodded gently and said, "From this year on, the escort will be tripled to give you a car."

Kang Mingdong immediately expressed his loyalty and said, "We resolutely complete the oilfield guard work."

"Well, we should actively cooperate with the police and keep in close contact with the masses."

"Yes." Kang Mingdong is not worried about fuel consumption. Instead, it is a headache for the police. Although oil fields often benefit institutions such as local police stations, it is still a two-way story whether they buy it or not. Moreover, because most of the fuel consumption is local, the inextricable relationship is completely unclear and continuous.

Su Cheng blinked and didn't say anything. He knew that the further back he went, the more difficult it would be to patrol the oil field. The fuel consumption makes a lot of money, the natural bird gun is changed, and the equipment is becoming more and more advanced. Generations of policemen have gradually got rid of the shadow of the Oilfield Administration.

He couldn't say anything about this, so he stared at Sikongjia in front of him.

It's beautiful and delicious.

Looking at her three brothers, they were almost intoxicated. Su Cheng thought to himself: Computer majors have always had more wolves and less meat. Maybe there were only one or two pieces of meat in the 1980s... So it seems that programmers in the 1980s are still quite dedicated.

represents the green light spot of the temperature sensor, all over the computer screen.

In the evening, it is the peak time for fuel consumption to steal oil. Lin Yonggui stood there and waited to see, and it was not easy for others to leave.

This is almost an hour.

What E Chen Qiang said was dry, and finally a green light turned red.

He was as excited as three days after the traffic jam. When he saw the traveler on the highway, he shouted, "It's red, it's red."

The monitor has picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted, "Team 1, this is the monitoring room, and No. 783 in District 13 has turned red.

The walkie-talkie "Zila" said and replied, "Monitoring room, this is Team 1. Where is District 13?"

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area is newly compiled.

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

The monitor repeated one side, and the first team said, "I know, let's go", and there was only the voice of "shasha" left. Everyone waited at ease.

I don't know when Sikongjia stood beside Su Cheng and said in a soft voice, "You are Director Su, right? I asked others. You are a graduate of the Chinese Department of Peking University. How can you do the customer interface?"

She was so curious that she came to ask.

Su Cheng laughed badly and said, "I think so, and my one is not called interface. It's a schematic diagram at best."

"I looked through a lot of journals and mobilized my classmates to look for them. I have never seen a similar interface." Sikongjia looked like he had discovered the secret and asked, "I heard that you know several foreigners. Is it the unfinished software of foreign designers?"

"It's more like a dream when you're dreaming."

"How can it be."

"Of course, it's 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 and looked at Si Kongjia from top to bottom. He only felt that she was like an ethereal bamboo, and the dialogue itself made people feel comfortable.

"Your statement is quite interesting. Is it science fiction?" Si Kongjia looked very interested.

"Have you never heard of this statement?" Su Cheng listened to her voice, and his heart beat twice. The girl's voice was really scratching.

Sikong Jia frowned and said, "I have only read a few Verne science fiction novels, as well as Invisible Man, Star Wars, Space Divine Comedy..."

She said that it is the poor science fiction that people in this era can read. The 1980s was the era when Chinese people liked literature the most, especially modern literature. No matter how raw words are, people can read them, and any Chinese is extremely eager to read. It's not about learning, it's just a lack of spiritual life.

The IT industry is probably the first industry in China to come into contact with science fiction, at this point. He is much better than college liberal arts students who study engineering and agriculture. However, the science fiction of Chinese translation is biased towards early classics. Science fiction written by Chinese people is biased towards fairy tales. It is completely different from Su Cheng's later contact.

Si Kongjia likes science fiction, but he can read very little. Not only can't you buy it, but you can't even borrow it. The novel feels as rare as a book from 200 years ago.

All the left and right are chatting in a low voice. Su Cheng recalled several science fiction novels and movies about computers, artificial intelligence and robots. Introduce in a low voice.

Sikong Jia's eyes lit up.

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

I just feel sorry for the three software brothers. Work hard while working. While trying to be jealous...

"Monitoring room, monitoring room, this is a team. We caught the fuel consumption, we caught the fuel consumption, a total of 3 people. A motorcycle." The sound in the walkie-talkie refreshes everyone.

The monitor of the security office. He quickly turned on the walkie-talkie and shouted, "1 team, do a good job, please send the fuel to the police station."

"Undert it, send it to the police station."

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

Su Cheng also straightened up and pretended to applaud.

At this time, it was getting late. Lin Yonggui said a few words and left the monitoring room. Others went out in order, leaving only the people in the security office there to continue their studies and work.

Outside the door, the place without street lights is dark.

Su Cheng asked Si Kongjia, "Where do you live? How to go back?"

"It's in the oilfield hostel. I've already called my friends to pick me up." Sikong Jia whispered, "The story is very good. Thank you."

Su Cheng waved goodbye and watched Si Kongjia walk towards the bicycle parking shed.

There were several boys standing there, all staring at Si Kongjia with burning eyes.

Somehow, Su Cheng suddenly tightened his heart and thought: Does she have a boyfriend?

It's so hanging. Two more girls came out under the street lamp and talked and laughed with Si Kongjia. Su Cheng's heart was relieved, and he couldn't help scolding secretly: What are you ashamed to see? You have to hide under the shadow of the street lamp. If you don't know, you think it's a rob

That night, a total of 4 to 14 fuel loser were arrested, and 6 motorcycles and 1 pickup truck modified tanker were seized.

Lin Yonggui was surprised and happy. What surprised me was that there were so many rats who dared to make holes in the main road, all of whom could afford to buy transportation. I don't know how much fuel is on other small pipelines. The good thing is that the temperature sensor is useful. This is the decision he made this year. Everyone is watching. If millions of yuan is lost, it will be very lose face.

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

Sikongjia came for a long time, so Su Cheng talked to her about the technology of oilfield pipelines while talking to her about science fiction.

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

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

Kang Mingdong casually found a glass of water, drank it, and said, "The 14 people arrested yesterday, and 12 people were sentenced to public security detention. They were released in a week. The remaining two main criminals who pleaded guilty are criminal detention. It doesn't make sense anyway."

"How could this happen?" The staff in front of him has jumped up.

"It is said that there is insufficient evidence." Kang Mingdong said, "Everyone said that they were first-time offenders. Will the first offender go to the supervisor to play the festival? Will you drive motorcycles and modified pickup trucks?

Su City didn't say anything. Nowadays, the technology and equipment are backward. If there is no means, in addition to the on-site evidence, the prisoner's recruitment is what it is, and the police are usually unwilling to spend time to investigate on the scene.

That is, a few years ago, the police station and the procuratorate listened to the oil field, and they can only be sentenced heavily, not sentencing out of nothing. Of course, it's more troublesome now, and you can't even find a heavy sentence.

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

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

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

Although he was not familiar with it, Kang Mingdong knew Su Cheng, so he stopped and asked, "Do you have a way?"