Chapter 360: Miracle Cooling System (1/2)
Caswell could not wait to order the team to enter the temperature detection link.
”Try it!... Confirm!”
5% ... 20% ... 55% ...
As he carried the laptop, the progress bar had gone to 100%.
In the originally quiet computer room, a low fan sound had suddenly sounded and in the neatly arranged black server cabinets, all the green LED work lights were all on instantly. At the same time, the motherboard control chips of all blade server units were also written with the processor overclocking instructions and enter the virtual system for floating-point operations.
”Om... Om... Om...”
Like thousands of smaller sports cars, they were suddenly stepped on the accelerator. The speed of all server fans in the equipment room had immediately increased to the maximum.
Fifteen degrees at room temperature and server temperature: 17 degrees... 18 degrees... 20 degrees…
In less than forty seconds, the overall temperature of the server had risen to that little old man's mouth, and the cooling system needed to intervene.
Caswell listened carefully with his ears open. There was noticeable noise from the cooling system, but he couldn't hear anything now.
21 degrees.
Caswell still didn't hear anything. Twenty seconds later, the temperature had risen to 22 degrees.
After waiting for another half a minute, the temperature was very stingy and had risen by 1 degree.
”In the end, it is one of Intel's most powerful processors.” Caswell had put the problem to the processor and then asked the team to add meals to the processor and perform matrix data calculations.
The processor utilization rate had soared to the peak of 100, and Casswell was content to wait until the temperature would continue to rise, breaking through the 50-degree danger level.
The members of the network department gathered around Casswell and stared nervously at the engineer's computer. However, after the processor is overclocked, the user had reached the full value.
After three full minutes, the server temperature had risen to 26 degrees, and then the temperature had refused to rise. After another three minutes, the temperature was still 26 degrees.
”It's impossible!” Caswell jumped up, hurriedly ran to the back of the server to find out. But before he jumped up, the detection software on the laptop had jumped to another screen.
”The tests are over! Score 100!”
”Congratulations, your server temperature is always maintained at 26 degrees. You defeated the 1357 server room and successfully won the first throne.”
Caswell and the rest of his team were as stagnant as if they were in the Medusa petrochemical magic.
This was originally written in accordance with the usage habits of Chinese users and was especially used to mock the display screens that cracked at them, but this time they took a hard look at their mind.
Regardless of the Internet or mobile-phone applications, they must be equipped with huge servers to support the use of many Chinese users.
Therefore, in order to make China bosses more intuitive to understand how garbage their server cooling system was, they had specially made such a result display screen to hit them and laugh at them.
1357. This was the data of the computer room results that their company had tested over the years. There were not only Chinese computer rooms, but also a large number of computer rooms of internationally renowned network companies.