The Top Student's Black Tech System
Chapter 1194

The Drunkard's Interest Lies Elsewhere

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After the May Day holiday, another major event shook the telecommunications industry.

News suddenly appeared online that the Jinling Institute for Advanced Study had made a major breakthrough in quantum communications technology, sparking heated discussion.

Not long ago, the Information Engineering Research Institute of the Hua Academy of Sciences had announced progress on quantum computers. Less than two months had passed, and before anyone had even seen where that computer was, news of quantum communications technology emerged.

However, unlike the quantum computer news, this time the announcement came from the Jinling Institute for Advanced Study.

Given this ivory tower's special standing in Hua Nation's academic community and in the hearts of its people, most people found the news highly credible.

Thinking of SubCom's recent failure with the No. 3 Asia-Pacific submarine cable project, many people guessed that Hua Nation might be planning to use the latest quantum communications technology to lay the third Asia-Pacific submarine cable.

Although many professionals scoffed at the idea, those skeptical voices were soon slapped in the face.

First, the "Trans-Pacific Submarine Cable Management Committee" was officially established in Shanghai, followed by the announcement of the participating Asia-Pacific nations.

Then, the Trans-Pacific Submarine Cable Management Committee launched its bidding process and released the requirements for the Trans-Pacific Submarine Cable Project. The requirements explicitly stated that, in order to safeguard internet information security, the submarine cable would use the latest quantum communications technology. Major submarine cable companies were welcome to submit bids and compete fairly.

Faced with those requirements, both Japan's NEC and the United States' SubCom were utterly baffled.

A trans-Pacific quantum optical cable?

Why the hell didn't they just fly to the moon?

Across the Pacific Ocean, at the White House.

The president, seated behind his desk, rubbed his aching temples and looked at

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