Meanwhile, the Royal Institution.
There was a lot of noise.
From the sixth to tenth underground floors, countless people were running around in a hurry. The six elevators were running at full power, but there were still people running up and down the corridors covered in sweat.
At the entrance of the freight elevator, a group of people almost started fighting over a spot.
"Give way! Give way! Let the backup interface distributor go on first!"
"Go away! I still have six units of note codes to upload!"
"Friends from the management department will be kind to me and let me move this relay music distribution valve up first. I can't make it in time!"
"I can't wait to take the stairs!"
"The corridor has been blocked by the storage crystal of the third research room! The blockage is even worse than this!"
"It's too late! Make a hole in the floor first! Send the things down and leave two people here to help me patch the floor!"
Before he finished speaking, there was a roar.
A group of research musicians who usually huddle in the laboratory and never leave the house have begun to tear down the house. In order to put spare equipment in place, a group of researchers are going crazy.
The house can be rebuilt at any time, but if you delay it for five minutes now, you will probably be trampled to death by your angry boss right away, right? Amidst the harsh prompts, the central control room was solemn, and a layer of hot sweat broke out on the foreheads of all the musicians.
"What are you waiting for? Check all the links again. If there is any problem, I want you to look good!"
Newton rolled up his sleeves, revealing two hairy arms, like a hot old monkey jumping up and down.
Beside him, the burly patriarch was silent, closing his eyes and concentrating. But seeing his appearance, the remaining chain saw monks became more and more diligent, not daring to slack off, and were under great pressure.
Unlike the Royal Academy, which implements a loose management system, the Chainsaw Monks have always been managed by classical teachings, and it is the most cruel version. This is the basis for the Monks to be passed down in the southern desert for hundreds of years... In other words, poking trouble at this juncture is definitely not a problem that can be solved by thirty lashes.
To put it in a harsher way, if a biting dog doesn't bark, if something goes wrong in the institute, the most it can do is be fined and expelled, or the worst it can be, go to jail. But if something goes wrong with the monks' association, I'm sorry...
Thinking of the shining sword blade hanging behind their heads, everyone suddenly moved quickly.
"There is no problem with the Ethernet connection."
"Level three permissions have been opened!"
"The Royal Orchestra is in place!"
"The downstream application has been uploaded! The outer layer of the Ethernet is running... The Ether quota of four thousand official musicians is ready to be issued, and the Ether pools No. 6, 8, and 9 are in place!"