Great Power Reclamation

Chapter 2846 New Energy Base

However, Ye Feng knew that this energy revolution was far from over. Although they had achieved a phased victory, many challenges and difficulties still awaited him and his team.

The tentacles of the shadow government continue to extend in the shadows, attempting to sabotage his plans.

Competition in the international energy market is becoming increasingly fierce, necessitating continuous enhancement of the core competitiveness of the US new energy industry; domestic awareness and support for energy transition from all sectors of society also need to be further strengthened.

Faced with these challenges, Ye Feng showed no fear whatsoever.

He stood by the office window, gazing at the newly built wind turbines and solar photovoltaic power stations in the distance, his heart filled with confidence and determination.

He knew that as long as he held firm to his beliefs and forged ahead, he would surely be able to lead the United States toward a cleaner, greener, and more sustainable future.

Just then, my phone rang. It was a call from the head of an international cooperation project.

The other party excitedly told him that another important international new energy cooperation project was about to be finalized.

Ye Feng smiled as he hung up the phone, his gaze fixed resolutely on the distance. He knew that a new journey was about to begin…

In the military reclamation city, he sighed quietly and said to Yifei with some worry:

"If this continues, the area of ​​our military reclamation city will double again. Brother Ye Feng is really capable!"

Yifei pursed her lips, but her eyes couldn't help but curve into crescent moons. She was naturally proud that her man was so capable.

Looking at Jingjing, whose body was beginning to gain weight, she couldn't help but sigh.

This woman was actually her aunt, but no one knew what was going on between her and her uncle. They'd been like this for over a decade.

Now that his son is in junior high school, he doesn't even like to go back to the military reclamation town anymore, let alone call out to his mother.

Logically, the best option would have been for both of them to remarry, but they didn't.

Yifei knows that her uncle has a woman in the United States, but Jingjing definitely doesn't have a man. It's unclear whether she's given up on love or still has feelings for her uncle.

"What can we do? Warrior New Energy is already taking off, and its economic output has begun to surpass that of Warrior Automobile. How can we refuse to give them factory space if they want it?"

Although Ye Feng's new energy revolution is all overseas, he has also established numerous overseas branches and production bases.

However, he kept his father's teachings in mind: the core components must be produced in the military reclamation city.

Today, Warrior New Energy is no longer just a battery manufacturer; it is also a production base for core components of wind and solar energy.

With the surge in usage, CEO Wang Lina has already achieved a level of production and profit comparable to the entire Warrior Group thanks to this new energy source.

Mei Ting, the sales company CEO, is so busy that she no longer has time to return to Junken City and is constantly traveling all over the world.

The increase in production capacity is no longer simply an increase in land area, but also an increase in labor, electricity, and various raw materials.

Mayor Jingjing naturally had to help solve this problem, because there was a serious shortage of workers, and they had already started recruiting workers from Central Asian countries.

However, these workers need to pass strict tests before they can start working. There's no way around it; they're used to a slow-paced life, and modern companies and assembly line work naturally can't follow their pace.

Therefore, those who fail the assessment are prohibited from taking up their posts.

People from Central Asian countries don't seem out of place in the military reclamation city, firstly because there are already many foreigners here.

Furthermore, their appearance is no different from that of the locals in northern Xinjiang, so they are treated as locals. In addition, their diet and customs are similar, so they adapt very well to life here.

Before the morning mist had completely dissipated in Junken City, the giant conveyor belt at the Warrior New Energy Production Base had already begun to roar into operation.

Within the ten-square-kilometer factory area, rows of silver-gray factory buildings stand side by side, and swarms of drones trail blue light trails as they shuttle between the photovoltaic panel arrays, resembling a galaxy falling into the Gobi Desert.

Wang Lina, wearing a safety helmet, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the central control room, her gaze sweeping over the real-time, fluctuating production capacity data—

Today, the production of battery modules exceeded 120 million units, a 27% increase compared to the same period last month, but the wrinkles between her brows did not ease at all.

"Mr. Wang, the head of the Central Asian labor export group has arrived."

The secretary handed over a tablet computer, the screen showing a convoy of twenty buses entering the security checkpoint.

As Wang Lina turned around, the glass curtain wall reflected her slightly protruding belly under her navy blue suit—this was her first child after marrying Wei Jiang.

But since the surge in new energy orders, prenatal checkups have become a luxury.

Outside the factory, Aisha, a young woman from Kazakhstan, clutched her work ID and looked up at the towering energy storage tower.

Behind her, young people from Uzbekistan and Kyrgyzstan chattered in Russian, their suitcase wheels making soft scraping sounds on the asphalt.

Three months ago, when she saw the job advertisement in Almaty, she never imagined that she would step into this steel city that resembled a science fiction movie.

Welcome to the Military Reclamation City!

Volunteers wearing red armbands handed out multilingual brochures, which included hand-drawn maps of the factory area.

Uyghur girl Gulizar added in Kazakh:
"The cafeteria has freshly baked naan and milk tea. After get off work, I'll take you to the night market for big plate chicken!"

A burst of good-natured laughter erupted from the crowd, and Aisha noticed a shy Tajik lad secretly slipping a milk curd into her hand.

Inside the production workshop, automated robotic arms are embedding nanoscale silicon wafers into battery substrates.

Ye Feng specially imported an AI quality inspection system from Germany that scans 200 products per second, and any error of 0.01 millimeters will trigger a red alarm.

However, a large number of manual labor positions still exist among precision instruments.

On the final assembly line, Central Asian workers are learning wiring techniques from experienced masters, with conversations in Chinese, Russian, and Uyghur filling the air.

"Abdullah, the thread sequence is wrong!"

Old Li, the Han Chinese squad leader, patted the Uzbek young man on the shoulder and adjusted the route hand in hand.

In the rest area in the corner of the workshop, several young people sat together, exchanging recipes using translation software.

A Kazakh chef is teaching a local girl how to make hand-pulled rice, and the air is filled with the aroma of cumin and mutton.

As night falls, the night market in Junken Town awakens.

Aisha followed Gulizar through the neon-lit streets, the aroma of roasted lamb skewers mingling with electronic music.

At the milk tea stall, she ran into Dani, the Tajik young man who used to deliver milk curds. Blushing, he invited her to dance in broken Kazakh, and her companions egged her on, pushing her into the crowd.

When a Uyghur singer sang "The Girl from Daban City," young people of different skin colors held hands and danced the Sama dance, the moonlight shining on their fluttering clothes.

It was 2 a.m. when Wang Lina finished the meeting. She gently touched her belly and stopped in front of the staff apartment building. Warm yellow light shone from the second-floor windows, where Central Asian girls were learning embroidery from local women, the peony and snow lotus patterns on the embroidery frames complementing each other.

In the distance, the foundation of the newly started No. 3 factory building is being poured, and searchlights cut the night sky into geometric shapes.

The capacity expansion plan is progressing smoothly. The construction team that Ye Feng poached from Silicon Valley is designing modular factory buildings. These buildings, which can be quickly assembled like building blocks, will shorten the capacity expansion cycle by two-thirds.

Even more exciting is that the underground energy storage power station project is about to break ground—

This giant "power bank," which is 300 meters deep, will completely solve the problem of unstable power supply from new energy sources.

Aisha's work gradually got on track. Thanks to her outstanding learning ability, she was selected for the core component assembly group.

One day during her lunch break, she met Dani by the lake in the factory area. The young man, holding a homemade solar-powered nightlight, stammered as he confessed his feelings:
"I want to teach you to speak Chinese. How do you say 'I love you'?"

Aisha's laughter startled the water birds in the reeds, and the setting sun cast long shadows of the two of them on the shimmering lake surface.

With the integration of Central Asian workers, the culture of the military reclamation city has become more diverse.

The city hall hosted the first "Silk Road Culture Festival," where Uyghur Twelve Muqam, Kazakh Dombra singing and playing, and Uzbek folk dances were performed together.

Watching the young people dancing and embracing each other below the stage, I recalled what Yifei once said—perhaps love is the best adhesive, capable of transcending borders and languages, and making flowers bloom in the desert.

Ye Feng was in Europe negotiating new energy storage orders when he saw these scenes in a video conference.

He was pleased to discover that the military reclamation city was not only a production base for the new energy revolution, but also a melting pot of cultural exchange.

When the German partners marveled at the harmonious coexistence of different ethnic groups within the factory area, Ye Feng smiled and said:
"This is our secret weapon—the power of unity, which is more powerful than any technology."

Late at night, Aisha, wearing a nightlight given to her by Dani, gazed at the distant wind turbines from the balcony of the staff apartment.

The silhouettes of the leaves cutting through the moonlight resembled giants guarding this new city.

She opened her phone's translation app and solemnly typed, "I love you too." The moment she pressed send, the whistle of a night bus came from afar, carrying new dreams and heading towards dawn.

As the morning light once again bathed the reclamation city, a new batch of automated production lines were being debugged.

German engineer Hans, wearing protective goggles, watched as the robotic arm precisely grasped the graphene electrode material and couldn't help but marvel:

"Mr. Ye, your production efficiency is simply like magic!"

Wang Lina handed over a data report, which showed that after optimizing the production process through AI algorithms, the energy consumption of a single battery module was reduced by 18%.

In the distance, a smart warehousing system is handling goods, and a convoy of soldiers is lining up to transport finished products to the port, ready to be shipped to energy storage power stations in Europe.

Aisha and Dani's love is also quietly blossoming.

On weekend afternoons, the two often ride shared electric bikes through the green belts of the military reclamation city.

Dani took Aisha to visit local artisans to learn how to make the dutar, a traditional musical instrument from XJ.

Aisha teaches the Dani Kazakhs how to make wool felt, and the colorful felt hats they make together are displayed in the most prominent position in the cultural and creative store.

Every evening at sunset, the two would sit under the photovoltaic panel array, listening to Dani recite poetry in broken Chinese, and watching the drone swarm return to their nests trailing the afterglow of the sunset.

As production capacity continues to expand, the education system in the military reclamation city is also being upgraded.

In the newly built international class of the military reclamation technical school, Central Asian students and local youths are learning new energy technologies together.

In class, Adil, a young man from Kazakhstan, and Lin Xiao, a young woman from Han Chinese, teamed up to complete a solar panel assembly experiment. Their simple solar irrigation system won first prize in a provincial innovation competition.

The school also offers multilingual cultural courses. Uyghur teachers teach students to dance the Meshrep, and Uzbek chefs share their secret recipe for pilaf. Young people from different ethnic groups spark unique ideas through their interactions.

At the city hall, Jingjing is presiding over a new urban planning meeting.

On the large screen, the blueprint for the future military reclamation city slowly unfolds:

A circular maglev train runs through the entire industrial park, vertical farms solve the food supply problem for the newly added population, and artificial lakes and ecological wetlands form the city's green lungs.

"We not only need to meet production needs, but also to create a livable city of the future," Jingjing said, pointing to the planning map.

After the meeting, she made a special trip to visit Wang Lina, who was having a prenatal checkup. The two strong women sat in the office, discussing production line optimization plans while sharing their parenting experiences.

Competition in the international new energy market is becoming increasingly fierce, but the Warrior New Energy team always manages to stay one step ahead.

Their fourth-generation solid-state battery is about to enter mass production, with energy density increased threefold while cost decreased by 40%.

At the New Energy Summit in Paris, when Ye Feng demonstrated this technology, the entire audience erupted in thunderous applause.

Even more encouraging is that the core components produced in Junken City have already captured 35% of the global new energy market share, making the "Made in China" label shine even brighter.

When Aisha's parents came from Kazakhstan to visit her, they were shocked by what they saw.

The mother stroked the energy storage device her daughter had helped assemble, her eyes welling up with tears.

"I never imagined our little girl could create something so amazing!"

Dani's family also came to join the gathering. The two families sang and danced together in a specialty restaurant in the military reclamation city, singing a blessing song in Kazakh and Tajik.

Even though it was late at night, the military reclamation city was still brightly lit.

The robotic arms on the production line are working tirelessly, the engineers at the R&D center are still tackling technical challenges, and the young people are discussing academic issues in the staff reading room.

Aisha and Dani walked side by side on their way back to the dormitory, the starry sky above them reflecting the lights of the factory.

In the distance, a young man stared at their backs, biting his lip. Aisha's graceful figure was particularly captivating in the moonlight.

"Zhang Heng, what are you looking at?"

A girl suddenly patted him on the shoulder from behind. Zhang Heng was startled and quickly put on a smiling face.

"Sasha, you're off work too?"

Sasha glared at him, dissatisfied: "We're in the same class, shouldn't I be able to leave work?"

Zhang Heng quickly explained, "I thought you would be a few minutes late. I'm waiting for you."

Sasha took his arm and skipped outside. The moonlight was like water, gilding the treetops with a layer of silver, while the streetlights below illuminated the road as if it were daytime...

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