Chapter 1100: Right to speak (end)

It is true that Ronan's attitude is too understatement, even though he has said it twice, the participants still need to take extra time to digest it.
The core of the problem is undoubtedly "discovering a second-stage infection."
This has been explained very clearly before.
But Ronan’s attitude seems to be overwhelming casually—whether it’s the common sense of the attendees or the cruel reality described by Apollon, Master Bats, and Blood Demon,
Why?
Someone had already started to look through the intelligence information, and then they discovered that it seemed that Ronan was not talking big words?
It was last year’s New Year’s Eve. At that delicate time node, Xiacheng did indeed have a relatively serious aberration infection event. It seemed to be a series of events. During the period of one or two months before and after the node, Xia Cheng found out a batch of... …
Well, it’s not appropriate to use one batch. Looking at the information, there are tens of thousands of people who are suspected of being infected with aberrations. Most of them are in the second phase.
Due to various reasons, this incident was handled in a low-key manner at the end, and basically did not go out of the circle, so that many supernatural species who are used to high and high have just noticed this matter. Of course, there are some interested people who try to communicate with Ronan further.
Ma Lun, the vice president of the General Conference, asked: "Professor Luo, your idea is..."
Mullen asked euphemistically, but Ronan did not have a tacit understanding with him, and his understanding was a bit misplaced: "Although I haven't finished the high school course, I also know that many unsolved problems are not complicated, but not enough samples. So. The national census is definitely an effective way to solve the problem."
"I mean that range."
"The national census, is there any other explanation?" Ronan took it for granted. "Of course, it is currently limited to the earth area. If the census is extended to the Jupiter orbit base...I can't let me take a spaceship?"
Mullen was choked.
He finally learned that the legendary sense of dislocation that made people vomit blood when communicating with Ronan.
Next to him, the Secret Master, who set up a shelf and slowly retreated to the theater, finally turned his attention to Ronan: "The national census, but a big project."
Ronan blinked without speaking, so that the old gentleman returned to the stage.
"...Especially this kind of highly complex testing items, in the absence of intuitive testing methods, theoretically have exceeded the scope of the census."
"Is that so? Actually, I don't know much about the concepts." Ronan's well-behaved student behavior caused many people to roll their eyes.
Lord Miqi's smile bloomed behind the white beard: "Actually, I have considered a similar approach, and even let people calculate the cost of doing a national census-the result is not very optimistic.
"Even if the most important labor cost is eliminated, and sampling surveys are adopted in some irreversible'epidemic areas', the investment is reduced as much as possible. To achieve a relatively ideal result, a pure hardware investment requires at least 2500 Billion."
The Secret Master gave a number that most people do not have a precise concept. The transcendents in the venue are not among the "majority", but many people raise eyebrows and curl their lips.
"We need to build multiple sets of production lines that can supply the corresponding equipment and consumables, splicing related products into testing laboratories, and improve the current testing capabilities around the world thousands of times. Even so, we have to make a look At the very least, we have to wait until the next century...The next century is not far away, but it is certain that the rate of spread of aberrant infections must far exceed this'theoretical detection capability'."
Lord Miqi looked at Ronan: "The effects are all based on comparison. I might as well ask, how much budget does Professor Luo need? More importantly, the speed of testing, how long does it take to get results? This is straightforward. Determine the feasibility of the plan."
"The time will definitely not reach the next century, maybe by the end of the year..."
"Oh!" Many people in the venue exclaimed.
There are simple surprises and doubts. But think again about Ronan's previous performance, it seems to be within the "reasonable range"?
"What the is this?" Ronan's old acquaintance, senior spiritual side, and the old man of ghost eyes, who was also a former sparring partner, was a little bit unable to restrain his curiosity and shouted in the back row.
Ronan didn't elaborate, and he really doesn't have a spectrum at present.
After all, the soul cloak based on the interference of water molecules has been "taken away" by the magneto-optical mica. The form and content have undergone tremendous changes, and it will take some time to adapt.
He turned his angle a little: "As for the budget, I really haven't considered it, and I don't have that concept. But I definitely can't use the scene like the Lord you said."
"Brother, you must consider expenses when you do things!" The blood demon murmured on the other side, "Doing a project means burning money. At the very least, you need start-up capital? You must fight for funds and sponsorships. Of course, you help others earn money. It’s great, it’s not easy to get the money out. If you have a reliable plan, I can sponsor a sum..."
"It's too troublesome." Ronan's words were not polite, they really found it troublesome.
He doesn't think that a global telepathic network needs any expenses. If it does, it has been paid by grandfathers and parents in the past few decades.
He is just a user and verifier, and he must do this job well.
And, isn’t this just a fortune?
"The auction should still be in progress, as if those two cards are very popular...Mr. Blood Demon, your creativity is really good. In other words, even if Fenrun paid you part of the design fee, that sum of money should be enough."
Ronan began to point out one by one: "If you really want to settle the accounts, if you have this money, use it to rent some super-calculation resources, find a few data analysts, and you can start working. If SCA supports a few more people, open it up. The database may be more ideal, but the process is not easy to follow... Do you want to set up a fund or something, so that it is bigger and bigger?"
The one who choked this time was replaced by a blood demon, and there may be many people on the scene. The blood demon finally squeezed out:
"Promote your style, you are..."
In such an atmosphere, the blood demon's emotions are a bit ironic. As for whether Ronan or someone else was stabbed, it is only a matter of opinion.
"Isn't it to solve the problem? Since no one can do better than me, of course it's me."
Ronan's natural style, coupled with the support of the Secret Affiliation Lord and the Blood Demon intentionally or unintentionally, did not give others room to play. It seems that such a matter related to the fate of Hacheng, Xicheng, and even the entire planet, this is the conclusion.
Alarm bells rang in many people's hearts.
Even if the follow-up direction is not clear, they instinctively feel that the situation is a little bit uncomfortable... People exchange glances in the venue, and even communicate quickly in the audience.
Not only the attendees, but also the ghosts and zombies who always pay attention to the progress of the meeting.
The black lion was called by the old Els.
"This is never good news for you."
"Huh?"
"Before tonight, Ronan has almost no influence in the field of distortion, but if he is allowed to do this, he does not have to reach the time limit set by him, as long as there are one or two recognized achievements, he will be one of the best! What will he do then?"
The immersive voice driven by the old Els, like a yin wind, lingers in the ears of the black lion: "Could it be that your chaotic kingdom will always exist on the African continent? Why? You and him are brothers and brothers today and get together so much. Look, his intention is already very obvious..."
"It's really a lobbying that doesn't count the money, old man. The question is, how to stop it? Faced with an extraordinary researcher who doesn't need any funding or funding?"
The black lion grinned and laughed to himself. Even if it seemed quite abrupt in the venue, he didn't care, and only continued to communicate in the audience:
"My advice."
"Ok?"
"It's better for you to shut up."
Black Lion’s attitude is extremely sincere:
Now you should and must take into account the fact that Researcher Luo slammed on the brakes. With him, your progress in collecting aberrant genes and the level of research in the bloodline project may not be able to run. Win the consumption speed of your vitality.
"For a businessman like you, if you lose money and do it twice on one person in a row, it's probably the legendary way to take death."
Elder Els did not go on, but he did not necessarily listen to Black Lion's advice. Because at this moment, new changes came in—the news of the out-of-control distortion and infection in Harbin and Xicheng was out of the circle.
Whether it’s Apollon or Master Bat, it’s just a briefing at the meeting place, and it’s just an obligation to inform, and nothing will change because of the attitude of the participants.
Outside of the virtual venue, the real situation has continued to advance.
This news has spread rapidly in the form of headlines, bombarding almost all information channels around the world in a short period of time, and instilling into the brains of billions of people.
As presented at the summit meeting, different people have different considerations for the same thing.
For this headline news, major media around the world also adopted different reporting perspectives. The most popular news scene at the moment was also specially transferred by the host of the conference, Abner, from Harbin.
It was probably in a landmark area of ​​the city. Dense crowds gathered on the streets and squares to listen to announcements from city managers.
When the rather rigid-looking gentleman announced the news of "abandoning detection and proactive disposal" in a serious tone, hundreds of thousands of citizens screamed crazy...
Or cheers!
The camera shook in such an atmosphere, and when it chose to use close-up shots to experience the current atmosphere, there was already a young man who was so excited that his face was distorted, rushing forward, roaring and screaming:
"Glory belongs to distortion, the world belongs to us!"
The crowd behind him, like a flood of water, are also shouting and roaring, with simpler, more direct and rude vocabulary:
"Power, power, power!"
Such sounds and images fell into the ears of the participants of the summit meeting, but they were so meaningful.
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