That Scumbag is Going To Heaven

Chapter 818

Today's packages are not like those of later generations. There are too many packages and there may be loss, especially for packages sent to and from research institutes such as the Academy of Sciences, the Academy of Sciences and the Academy of space technology. As long as the address is written on it, you must be careful and careful. There must be no loss, because no one knows whether there is anything very important in it.

Of course, it's really important. For example, those involving R & D secrets can't be sent by parcel mail. It's too childish.

Under normal circumstances, documents that are important but not confidential can be mailed by parcel. The parcel will be sent to the Academy of Sciences until the fourth day.

Le Lao didn't know that someone sent him a package, and the students around him didn't remind him that there would be a package recently. When he got the package, Le Lao also asked the students around him, "someone told you that a package was sent to me recently?"

When a package is sent to the Academy of Sciences, the students of Le Lao will be contacted in advance to track whether the package is received on time.

Packages such as the Academy of Sciences will arrive on time, except for those that need to be transferred to the secret base, which will take a little time.

The students didn't receive the notice. When they heard the speech, they shook their heads.

Le Lao is actually worried that the students forget to tell themselves that someone sent a package. Seeing this, he knows that the person who sent the package didn't contact first, but sent it directly.

At first glance, there is a row of beautiful but very strong characters. Sharp pen words appear between the turning strokes. It is very good-looking. As soon as you see it, you know that the writer has made great efforts in practicing calligraphy.

Le Lao tore off the list above and handed it to his students with a smile. "Come on, take a good look at the word. You ah, you have good expertise and knowledge, but some students' words are a little worse."

"Although you write reports and print them directly by computer, you have to take notes by yourself at any time. The notes recorded are likely to be valuable research materials in the future. If you can't even write well and are illegible, how can people behind you study your notes?"

"Look at this handwriting. It can be called a template. I'll give you the next task. In the future, I'll hand in seven pages of pen words to me every week. After half a year, I'll see who has made greater progress."

While opening the package, old Le talked with the students with a smile and walked out of the laboratory. Old Le is an approachable old man who can talk and laugh with the students.

Le Lao, who has a good state of mind, often jokes with his students that his body has been rare since ancient times, but his interesting soul is just an adult and full of energy.

The students took the torn postal list and looked at the words on it. It really made them feel ashamed. Every word was good-looking and easy to recognize. It was much better than their chicken feet.

Le Lao completely opened the package, and a thick notebook came into view. On the note, he pinned a note with a pin, which said "Le Lao Qin Qi", and under the note, he signed "student Shi Ning".

Shi Ning, the little girl I met on the last train, was active in thought, broad-minded, extraordinary in speech, and had very keen opinions.

The topics she talked about are still fresh in her memory, "In the 21st century, when electronic information warfare is inevitable, radar, communication, electronic warfare and radio navigation will become information-based battlefields. Electronic reconnaissance, electronic jamming, electronic deception, electronic concealment and electronic destruction... The battlefield is invisible and invisible. There are no chariots and soldiers charging. There are only thousands of electromagnetic waves with different directions and frequencies invisible The invisible space is engaged in a contest of life and death... "