Chapter Ninety-Eight Red Light Green Light

  The monitoring system is the slowest shortcoming. -- (From a temperature sensor customized from the United States, it took an ocean and finally arrived in Dongying by rail, and the program only completed a rough prototype.)

  Even so, programmers still had a proud look on their faces, as if they had done something remarkable.

  In Suzhou's nostalgic thoughts: In comparison, the programmers of later generations are the real "model workers". Low wages and low benefits, no complaints about hardship or fatigue, 24-hour phone availability...

  The monitoring master system was placed in a traffic station not far from headquarters.

  Oil fields have begun using computers to verify production, placed near flow stations, which can reduce the workload of maintenance personnel.

  Five people spent two days, and finally the old PC showed red, green, black and white colors. The oil field's own construction team, with the assistance of two foreigners, barely installed the temperature sensor.

  100,000 sensors are distributed along the main pipeline of the oil field, and in this way, the monitoring system is initially completed.

  Chén Qiáng invites Sū Chéng to come out, and invites Lín Yǒng Guì. A group of people squeeze into the monitoring room, listening to Si Kōng Jiǎ explain the usage method to the oil field employees:

  "These green lights represent temperature sensors. If they turn red, it means there's a problem, either with the sensor itself or an oil leak in the storage pipe. Either way, it needs to be checked. If they turn yellow, it indicates a slight temperature change, and the reasons are similar, but you don't need to check the yellow temperature sensors immediately. You'd better notify the passing guard team to take a look on their way, mainly focusing on whether there's a hidden small leak..."

  "Take a look at the middle section of Su City, and then turn to the middle. 'There are temperature sensors, so oil pipeline leaks can be easily detected. However, to solve the problem of stealing oil, you still need to solve the number and speed of the escort team, and contact the local police. We suggest that the escort team use high-frequency walkie-talkies.'"

  "Everything is ready." Kang Mingdong, a tall and imposing figure, was a retired military officer who had reached the rank of colonel. He had great prestige within the security department. Today was the first day that the temperature sensor was activated, and the security department organized three elite teams to try to catch as many people as possible.

  "Alright," said Si Kong Jia softly, nodding his head. "We've only installed temperature sensors on the main oil pipelines for now, so you'll still need to patrol the branch lines."

  The oil fields and cities are generally vast, the oil pipelines are like streets and alleys, stretching far and wide. The security team of the Defense Department has only a few branches. By nightfall, it's simply impossible to keep an eye on everything.

  There must also be a team nearby that can respond quickly with the temperature sensor.

  Lin Yonggui nodded slightly and said: "From this year on, the guard team will be doubled, and you will be assigned a car."

  Kang Mingdong immediately expressed his loyalty: "We resolutely complete the oilfield guard work."

  "Yes. We must actively cooperate with the police and closely connect with the masses."

  "Yes." Kang Mingdong wasn't worried about the oil thieves, but rather was troubled by the police. Although the oil field often gave benefits to local institutions like the police station, it was still unclear whether they would take the bait or not. Moreover, since most of the oil thieves were locals, their relationships with each other were complex and difficult to untangle.

  Su Cheng blinked his eyes. He didn't say a word. He knew that the further back they went, the more difficult it was to patrol the oil fields. The more money the oil thieves made, the more they would upgrade their equipment. Generation after generation of police had gradually shaken off the shadow of the Oil Field Management Bureau.

  He didn't say anything in this regard. So he stared at Si Kong Jia in front of him.

  A beauty can be a feast for the eyes.

  Looking at her three fellow apprentices, they were almost infatuated. Su Cheng thought to herself: The computer science major has always been a dog-eat-dog world, in the 80s there might have only been one or two pieces of meat... It seems that programmers from the 80s still had a strong sense of dedication.

  A green glow representing a temperature sensor spreads across the computer screen.

  In the late afternoon, it was the peak period for stealing oil. Lin Yonggui stood there waiting to see what would happen, and others didn't dare to leave either.

  This wait is almost an hour.

  Hong Chenqiang said with a dry mouth and tongue, finally a green light turned red.

  He was excited like a traveler who had been stuck in traffic for 3 days and saw the highway, shouting loudly: "It's turned red, it's turned red."

  The monitor picked up the intercom and shouted: "Team 1, this is the monitoring room. Zone 13, number 783 has turned red."

  "Roger that," the radio crackled back, "Command center, this is Squad 1. Where's District 13?"

  The area is newly compiled.

  Kang Mingdong's face suddenly turned bright red with rage, and he cursed: "It's all because of Lao Liang's big mouth."

  The monitor repeated on one side, and a sentence from Squad 1 said "Got it, let's go", leaving only the sound of "shasha"

  Everyone is waiting anxiously.

  Cai Kong Jia suddenly appeared beside Su Cheng, using a soft tone to say: "You're Director Su, right? I asked others, you graduated from the Chinese Department of Peking University, how did you end up doing user interface?"

  She was curious and then came to ask.

  Su Cheng sneered and said: "I'm just looking at it, and what I have is not called an interface, at most it's a schematic diagram."

  "I've flipped through many journals and even asked my classmates to search, but none of us have ever seen an interface like this." Si Kong Jia had a look of discovery on her face as she asked, "I heard you know several foreigners, is it possible that this is an unfinished software designed by a foreign designer?"

  "It's more like something you'd dream about when you're dreaming."

  "How is it possible."

  "Of course it's possible, maybe we're just God's program, and he inserted a user manual for me to give to you to complete." Su Cheng joked, looking down at Si Kong Jia from top to bottom, thinking she was like a hollow bamboo, the conversation itself made him feel comfortable.

  "What you said is quite interesting, is it science fiction?" asked Jiakong Jia with a very interested expression.

  "Haven't you ever heard of that saying?" Su Cheng's heart skipped a beat as he listened to her voice, which was really annoying.

  "I've only read a few science fiction books by Verne, and 'The Invisible Man', 'Star Wars' and 'Space Odyssey'..."

  What she said is exactly the pitiful science fiction that people of this era can read. The 1980s was the decade when Chinese people loved literature, especially modern literature, no matter how obscure the writing was, there were always readers, and every Chinese person yearned to read books. It wasn't about loving learning, but rather lacking spiritual life.

  The IT industry is probably one of the earliest industries in China to come into contact with science fiction. In this regard, it is much more outstanding than university liberal arts students from academic, engineering, and agricultural backgrounds. However, Chinese-translated science fiction tends towards early classics, while Chinese-written science fiction tends towards fairy tales, which are completely different from what Su Cheng encountered later on.

  Xiao Jia likes science fiction, but there are few books that she can read. Not only can't buy them, but also can't borrow them, it feels like the books from 200 years ago, so rare.

  On both sides were whispering, Su Cheng recalled several science fiction and movies related to computers, artificial intelligence and robots, mixed together, and introduced in a low voice.

  Jiakong Jia's eyes lit up.

  Adored by beauties with big eyes, Su Cheng's confidence burst. Time flew by quickly.

  Pitied three software senior brothers. On one hand working hard, on the other hand envying...

  "Monitoring room, monitoring room, this is Team 1. We've caught the oil thief. We've caught the oil thief, there are three people and a motorcycle." The voice from the walkie-talkie lifted everyone's spirits.

  The surveillance officer at the security office hastily opened the walkie-talkie and shouted: "Team 1, well done! Please send the oil thief to the police station."

  "Understood, send it to the police station."

  The conversation is over. Secretary Lin took the lead and applauded with a "pa pa pa" sound.

  Su Cheng also stood up straight and applauded in a pretentious manner.

  At this time, the sky was already late, Lin Yonggui said a few words of encouragement and left the monitoring room. Others went out one after another, leaving only the security personnel to continue learning and working there.

  Outside the door. The place without streetlights is pitch black.

  Su Cheng asked Si Kong Jia: "Where are you staying? How will you get back?"

  "Just at the oil field guest house, I've already called a friend to pick me up." Si Kong Jia said in a soft voice: "The story is very good to hear, thank you."

  Su Cheng waved goodbye and watched as Si Kong Jia walked towards the bicycle parking shed.

  There were several boys standing there, all staring at Jiakai with piercing eyes.

  Su Cheng suddenly felt a tightness in her heart and thought: Does she have a boyfriend?

  What a relief, two more girls walked out under the streetlight, chatting and laughing with Si Kong Jia, Su Cheng's heart finally put down, and he couldn't help but scold in secret: What are you ashamed to see people, hiding in the black shadow of the streetlight, those who don't know would think they're robbers.

  That night, a total of 4 batches of 14 oil thieves were caught, and 6 motorcycles and 1 pickup truck modified as an oil tanker were seized.

  Lin Yonggui was both shocked and delighted. Shocked that there were so many, these mice dared to drill holes on the main pipeline and could all afford transportation tools. The oil-drilling mice on other small pipelines, who knows how many more there are. Delighted that the temperature sensor worked, this was his independent decision this year, everyone was watching, if hundreds of thousands of dollars were wasted, it would be very embarrassing.

  The next morning, Su Cheng drove to the monitoring room naturally.

  Cai Kung Ka had arrived early and Su Cheng was chatting with her about oil field pipes technology while also talking to her about science fiction.

  Until Kang Ming Dong rushed in, panting, and slammed his hat on the ground.

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

  Kang Mingdong casually found a cup of water, gurgling and drinking, said: "Yesterday's 14 people were arrested, 12 people were sentenced to administrative detention, and they will be released in a week. The remaining two confessed culprits are the ones who were criminally detained, no matter how you say it, it doesn't make sense."

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

  "It's said that the evidence is insufficient." Kang Mingdong snorted, saying: "Every single one of them claims to be a first-time offender. Would a first-time offender dare to block the main road? Would they drive a motorcycle and a modified pickup truck?"

  Su Cheng suddenly fell silent. With the current backward technology and equipment, if no means are used, except for on-site evidence, the criminal's confession is usually taken as fact, and police generally do not want to spend time investigating on site.

  It was just a few years ago that the police station and procuratorate would also listen to the oil field, and could only sentence to imprisonment, not fabricating sentences out of thin air. Of course, now it's even more troublesome, and even heavy sentences can't be found.

  "Why don't we go ask Secretary Lin?" someone suggested.

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

  Su Cheng hastily pulled him back and said: "Kang Chu, don't be in a hurry. Think about it first."

  Although unfamiliar, Kang Mingdong knew Su Cheng and stopped in his tracks, asking: "Do you have a way?"