Space Administration
Gao Jian sat at his research and development workstation, with Tao Qing's desk on his left and Song Yaozu's on his right. The two leaned across him, trading the latest gossip from the administration.
Things had been hectic lately. The geomagnetic storm had left many satellites severely damaged and in need of replacements. As the agency responsible for approvals and coordination, CNSA had been working around the clock. Fortunately, the Strategic Support Force handled the actual satellite launches.
The five major launch centers-Jiuquan, Wenchang, Taiyuan, Xichang, and the Yellow Sea-were replenishing the networks at an average rate of three rockets a day. BeiDou, weather, remote-sensing, and other long-term orbital satellites were all waiting their turn.
Launch capacity was stretched thin, and CNSA, which coordinated the missions, naturally had its hands full. Working through the night had become routine. By contrast, the normally busy R&D positions were relatively quiet.
The two kept chattering away.
Gao Jian blocked out his hearing and stared at the email window on his computer. He had sent the intermediary another message, but still had not received a reply.
His divine sense continuously covered the entire building, monitoring the work computers of everyone in the office. Since those computers were only connected to the internal network, he did not have to worry about seeing private information he should not.
He wanted to find that intermediary.
But two days had passed without anyone opening his internal-network email, leaving Gao Jian unable to determine who the person was.
"Gao." Tao Qing's head popped up over the partition like a groundhog.
Gao Jian minimized his email window. "What is it?"
"Look at this."
Tao Qing held his phone in front of Gao Jian. Douyin was open on the screen, playing blurry footage secretly filmed by a drone. At