The sound of explosions, tearing crying, and breaking crashing pierced Yan Qingfeng's eardrum from a battlefield billions of light years away. Although there was a faint noise, Yan Qingfeng felt that he could see the distant battlefield.

That was the last assault launched by the Desperate Warriors. Yan Qingfeng could hear the last orders of the captains amid the explosions one after another.

"All crew members! We began to abandon the ship. I hope you can go home smoothly. Captain Darans Liu Hai, and survive and die with the warship!"

"Goodbye, my brothers! Captain Tian Buxi, who died in battle!"

"Captain Yang Liu, survived and died with the Glacier!"

"The members of the frigate Fengxue began to abandon the ship, and the captain Huang Wei died in battle!"

"Captain Fei Ti, died here in battle!"

"All personnel of the frigate Iron Guard have retreated, and the captain Bai Zhi died in battle!"

After decades of light years, Yan Qingfeng had seen a picture of the defeat of the Alliance fleet. Listening to a military officer and the captain and their ships, some emotions suddenly broke out in his heart.

These people who were brave enough to sacrifice in the defeat...

He was deeply moved, but he didn't know how to describe it. The dense sound of cannons continued. The overall situation of the battlefield dozens of light years away was decided. The sacrifice of the warriors could not change anything, but it could make Yan Qingfeng's heart surging.

What should I do, change myself, and don’t live a lifetime on the edge of this galaxy. Yan Qingfeng recorded the intercepted call. Although it cannot change anything, it should be able to fight for the survivors’ survivors.

But Yan Qingfeng felt that she seemed to be too focused and didn't care about Lei Yanping's opinion at all. Girls don't like fighting, killing, and don't like iron and blood - although this is an era when trillions of people kill each other.

Accompanied by the sound of cannons, the explosion gradually faded. He glanced at Lei Yanping's face, but found that her face was also a little wet, sobbing in a low voice. Seeing Yan Qingfeng looking at her, she waved her hand embarrassedly.

"Qingfeng..." she asked, "Has it been recorded?"

"It's recorded, I will find a way to pass these voices to the Warriors' relatives!"

This is the only thing Yan Qingfeng can do. Although it will take a lot of energy, Yan Qingfeng still feels that he must do this.

"Okay!" Lei Yanping had regained her usual enthusiasm: "Okay, then we will do our best together! By the way, I have made up my mind. When the contract is over for these three years, I will not renew it!"

"Why?" Yan Qingfeng couldn't help but be anxious about Lei Yanping's choice: "With your sense of responsibility, you will definitely be able to sign a contract with Galaxy Communication!"

Although he is his strong competitor, Yan Qingfeng thinks that a person as responsible as Lei Yanping can definitely become a formal employee of Galaxy Communications, rather than a labor dispatcher. Lei Yanping smiled and said, "So what, it's just a formal contracted employee!"

She continued to say 6: "I saw that Teacher Liu and Teacher Hu don't have them. They are formal employees, but I haven't spent my whole life in such a wilderness. I don't want to do this! I have my own life plan!"

Yan Qingfeng wanted to ask what her life plan was, but she was embarrassed, so she found a stool to sit down, looking at the countless monitors and repeated prominent curves: "I don't know... Should I waste another three years in Galaxy Communication..."

Although this era is an era where the average life expectancy is more than two hundred years, six years is still a long period of time. Yan Qingfeng only worked in Milanco for one and a half years, and had to wait for four and a half years to have the opportunity to formally sign a contract with Galaxy Communications. If he wants to become a senior employee, he may have to spend six or even more time.

In other words, he had to hand over his youth to the edge of the galaxy, but Lei Yanping's answer was different: "This is the era of heroes. I want to make a breakthrough and don't want to stay here again!"

For any girl, Milanco Border Relay Station cannot see paradise. Half a year ago, Galaxy Communications had a comprehensive inspection. A kind business manager on the transport ship found that there was such a young and pretty girl on the border on the edge of the Galaxy. She couldn't help but suggest that she mobilize Lei Yanping's job: "It's a pity. It takes two months to buy a piece of clothing. After all, she has to be transferred to the space station!"

But a human resources supervisor rejected his suggestion: "What should we do if she transfers back to the space station? How do we do it?"

The reason for the transfer was easily rejected. In the next six months, Lei Yanping still devoted herself to everything and was full of energy. But she knew in her heart that no matter how hard she tried, she was just one step closer to being transferred back to the space station. Only by becoming a senior employee would she have the opportunity to transfer back to those planets to live in.

But her words made Yan Qingfeng feel a little bad. Seeing Yan Qingfeng's concerning gaze, Lei Yanping replied with a smile: "Don't worry, I am a very principled person! If I hadn't adhered to the principles, how could I be sent to such a border relay station? Huh?"

Yan Qingfeng also jumped up and processed the application on the application screen with his fingers: "What a miracle, it's only half a month since the last patrol. Why is there a patrol fleet again? Sister Yan Ping, I have made up my mind. When the three-year contract is over, I will strive to not renew the contract!"

"Okay, I'll help you go to Tantanshui for half a year!" Lei Yanping's voice was sweet: "Although small communications companies are harder and more tiring than Galaxy Communications, their benefits are better!"

Yan Qingfeng and Lei Yanping both lamented that they had not caught up with the good times. Yan Qingfeng smiled bitterly and said, "It would be better if we were before Galaxy Communications privatized..."

He heard the old employees of Galaxy Communications sigh that the Milanco border communication relay station in its heyday had a large communication station with hundreds of employees. At that time, every other week, a supply transport ship passed by. However, when the alliance government privatized Galaxy Communications by "end monopoly and strengthening competition", everything changed.

On the grounds of enhancing competitiveness, the new Galaxy Communications cut the original hundreds of business employees into just fourteen, and the transportation to replenish ships within a week became at least three months. Even if the formal employees did not sign an early resignation agreement, they cut most of the benefits, not to mention informal employees, even the frequency bands of entertainment employees have been changed to the frequency bands of business.

The only thing that remains unchanged is that the alliance government promises to get better and better communication quality. In addition to the employee frequency band, New Galaxy Communications did not expand any frequency bands in Milanco, but only added more than 2,000 new customers, and the concurrent connection almost doubled.

Not to mention Milanco, even the remaining hundreds of border relay stations and space stations. Since its privatization, Galaxy Communications has never updated its equipment. It has to declare loss subsidies to the government every month. According to the estimates of Milanco's relay stations, the data traffic applied for through relay stations per second is close to 100GB, while the actual business capacity is less than 1GB, and the minimum flow rate is 8GB.

However, there was no response after the update of the equipment report. After only raising the price by 20%, Xin Galaxy Communication changed the pricing method from MB/S to Mb/S, which seemed to have increased by eight times, and successfully attracted thousands of users.

They had to use Galaxy Communications' business, hundreds of galaxies, thousands of planets, and hundreds of billions of people who wanted to communicate with each other must use Galaxy Communication's frequency bands. If they used the frequency bands of other small communication companies, it would be a tragedy. One of the most convenient things for Yan Qingfeng and Lei Yanping was to do their best to limit the speed of the traffic of these small communication companies. According to veteran employees, it would be impossible to even think of a byte of traffic on Galaxy Communications' lines, but this is also their biggest capital for joining these small communication companies.

However, Yan Qingfeng and Lei Yanling dare not squeeze too hard for the application of military communications, even in this kind of busiest period of business: "It's 8 o'clock in the evening of Yunxiang time? Sister Yan, open a D+ channel for him?"

"Okay! It won't affect the speed too much. Look at how many concurrent connections United Communications has, limiting it to less than one hundred concurrents!"

"I understand!" Yan Qingfeng pointed his finger. The technician of United Communications Company had already started to scold him for a hundred light years: "Fuck... limit one hundred concurrency, Yintong's people are too cruel. We have 20,000 concurrency running. I'll fuck your ancestors!"

The unknown military signal has also been activated, and Yan Qingfeng immediately sent a signal: "Galaxy Communications is here to serve you. Is there anything that can serve you?"

Soon a firm voice answered Yan Qingfeng: "This is the Ann dispatched team of the 47th Fleet of the Alliance. I am Major Leng Jianchuan, we need..."

But before the Major Leng Jianchuan finished speaking, a female voice interjected and said, "I am Major Lin Gulan, the captain of the Frigate of the Dark Sword. One of our warships is missing, so please enable a Class B+ frequency for us!"

B+? What a joke? At this time, opening a B+ frequency may take away one-sixth of the bandwidth and make all company customers complain. Therefore, Lei Yanling pointed his fingers and sent a text message to Yan Qingfeng: "Don't promise her!"

Yan Qingfeng gave a knowing smile and began to answer the question of Major Lin Gulan: "Your Excellency, Galaxy Communications will do its best to provide the services you need and satisfy you! How much bandwidth do you and your warship need?"

Major Lin Gulan's voice was very soft: "Thank you very much. I have three warships in it, and at least one C+ band is needed. If I can provide a Class B frequency, I will not treat you badly."

"So, how about a Class A frequency band?"
Chapter completed!