At noon, the banquet begins on time.

There was nothing special in the morning. Even if there was, Zhang Yong pretended to be fine.

Really. If you are busy from beginning to end for a year, if you don’t even have time to have a reunion dinner, what’s the point? It’s okay if you don’t do this crappy work...

Not short of money.

Bring all the delicious food to the table.

The hotel's chefs tried their best to prepare a sumptuous reunion dinner for everyone.

Including the hotel employees themselves. They also enjoy benefits.

Anyway, the money confiscated from the spies is not spent in vain. There are still a large number of spies in Hangzhou, and some of them are fat sheep.

Except for drinks, everything else is available.

There is no shortage of things that fly in the sky, things that walk on the ground, and things that swim in the water.

Drinking was out of the question. Zhang Yong himself was a teetotaler, and he did not allow his subordinates to drink to cause trouble.

He himself is a thorn in the side. He is often disobedient. But he doesn't like his subordinates to be thorny. He doesn't like subordinates who make their own decisions. It's really a combination of double standards and contradictions.

Dinner is also ready. There are still seven days left for the next seven days. In later generations, the Spring Festival holiday will be seven days.

Is Fuxingshe considered a civil servant? It seems so. Anyway, all holidays are given according to the standards of civil servants.

Of course, if spies come out to cause trouble, that's another matter.

Except for Natasha's reporting team, everyone else came, including Li Jingqian.

She also sat in the corner in obscurity and didn't talk to anyone. Others didn't dare to disturb her. But she did attend the reunion dinner.

As the leader, Zhang Yong came up to the top floor on the way to express his greetings to Natasha.

As a result, he was captured by Natasha.

"Zhang, I found some very strange radio signals." Natasha started working as soon as she opened her mouth.

"How strange?" Zhang Yong said that he was not professional.

"It's a long-wave radio station."

"What's the meaning?"

"Used to contact naval warships."

"Um?"

Zhang Yong immediately raised his vigilance.

Contact the navy warship? What to do? Are the Japanese aggressors preparing for a landing operation?

It's not that exaggerated...

The landing of Jinshanwei seems to be in October next year?

Are the Japanese invaders starting to prepare from now on? So foreseeable? Impossible...

"Land communications use shortwave radio stations."

"Only naval communications require long-wave radio. Therefore, it is very special."

Natasha does nothing but talk about work.

Zhang Yong felt that she had such a good body for nothing.

What a waste!

What a waste of natural resources!

Just when he was thinking wildly, Zhang Yong suddenly remembered something.

The long-wave radio station Natasha mentioned seems impossible to exist. At least, it cannot exist in Hangzhou because there are no such conditions.

In his messy memory, the long-wave radio station is not a radio station. It is a base. It requires a very long antenna. How long? At least dozens of kilometers! Yes, the unit is kilometers! The antenna needs to be dozens of kilometers long!

How is this possible in this day and age?

"Natasha..." Zhang Yong hesitated.

"Say." Natasha was actually very cheerful.

Just talk about work.

You can talk about whatever you want.

"Um." Zhang Yong thought for a moment and organized the words, "How big is this radio station?"

"At least it's as big as this room," Natasha replied.

"How long is its antenna?"

"It's very long. Maybe hundreds of meters!"

"So long?"

"Yes. It must be this long."

"That……"

Zhang Yong scratched his head.

Express confusion.

This is his character. You can't know too much.

You, a little person born and raised in Shanghai, would be too professional if you even know about long-wave radio stations.

Natasha was suspicious of her every minute.

This woman seems very professional.

In fact, listening to Natasha's tone, this radio station should be different from the long-wave radio stations of later generations. At least, it is not that big in scale and the technology is not that advanced. This long wave may not be that long wave. The German U-shaped submarines are as powerful.

, it seems that it is also impossible to communicate under the sea.

"The room is so big?"

"right."

"How many hundred meters long is the antenna?"

"right."

"How far does it spread?"

"It's not a matter of distance. It's a very special signal. It must be to contact the warship."

"Can't shortwave radio work?"

"It's possible. But long waves are more stable and uninterrupted."

"Understood."

Zhang Yong nodded, seeming to understand but not understanding.

This is not pretending, but I really don’t understand. Isn’t high-power shortwave good?

The 30W shortwave radio station can already transmit signals throughout the earth. Isn't it still unable to meet the communication needs of naval warships?

If 30W is not enough, then get a 50W or 100W signal. The signal can circle the earth several times. What’s the problem?

However, Natasha is a professional. He cannot question it. There is no need for it.

It's enough to know that such an exaggerated radio station exists. The only thing left is to find it and destroy it.

It is certain that this radio station cannot be owned by China.

There is no such technical content.

Only the Japanese invaders had. Only the Japanese invaders had such motives.

"Can you determine the range?"

"cannot."

"Thanks!"

"It's not that I'm incapable of working. It's the first time it's turned on. It's also the first time I've caught its signal."

"clear."

"However, I estimate that it will not be turned on for the second time. Unless it is officially put into use."

"clear."

Zhang Yong took out a small notebook and wrote down the incident.

Natasha is very satisfied with this. She feels that Zhang Yong attaches great importance to it. It doesn’t matter if you don’t understand, but it must be taken seriously.

Vaguely, she felt that Zhang Yong seemed to know a little bit.

At least, his two questions have captured the key points.
To be continued...