The magnetic area of the floppy disk had no obvious signs of wear or scratches, and although it had been over twenty years, it still looked quite new.
Li Qiao glanced at Shang Yu, then inserted the floppy disk into the card reader.
Perhaps because it had been so long, the computer screen continuously displayed the message that it was reading.
Li Qiao was not in a hurry, leaning back in her chair and stretching her joints, she looked sideways and asked, "If this floppy disk were damaged, could it be repaired?"
Even if an iron box can block electromagnetism and radiation, it does not rule out the possibility of the floppy disk being demagnetized due to sitting unused for too long.
Shang Yu curved his thin lips, "Yes, after repairing, the data stored on the floppy disk will not be lost."
"Oh," Li Qiao responded indifferently, then glanced at the computer screen, just as the disk read meter filled up to one hundred percent.
