Great Power Reclamation

Chapter 2974 Where to go?
Lin Haodong's "Insight" robot team has encountered a bottleneck.

They can precisely control the sowing depth and spacing, but existing sensor technology is powerless to meet the requirement of Chen Siyu's team to "determine seed activity at the moment of sowing and avoid inferior seeds".

Traditional optical image recognition cannot penetrate the seed coat, let alone assess its inherent vitality.

The atmosphere in the joint laboratory was somewhat tense.

Lin Haodong frowned as he looked at the failure data on the screen.

Chen Siyu patiently explained the biological principles:
“Seed vigor is a comprehensive indicator that involves enzyme activity, cell membrane integrity, gene expression status, etc. These are not things that a camera can see.”

The turning point came from a cross-departmental technical exchange meeting.

A young engineer at Warrior Semiconductor, while introducing a miniature biosensor for medical diagnostics, mentioned "impedance spectrum analysis" technology, which can be used for non-invasive detection of cell status.

A thought flashed through Chen Siyu's mind. "Haodong, maybe we don't need to 'see' inside the seed, we can 'hear' it!"

She excitedly explained, "Seeds with different viability have different electrochemical environments within their cells, and their response (impedance) to microcurrents of a specific frequency will also be different! It's like giving a seed a quick electrocardiogram!"

The idea was there, but miniaturizing the huge impedance analyzer in the laboratory to a "finger" that could be installed at the end of a robotic arm was a huge challenge.

A probe material was needed that could accurately conduct microcurrents while being tough enough to withstand field vibrations and minor wear. Chen Siyu's team experimented with dozens of alloys and composite materials.

How can complex impedance spectrum data be converted into a simple "pass/fail" instruction within milliseconds?
This requires powerful edge computing capabilities. Lin Haodong sought help from Yang Zhenyu's data platform team, borrowing AI algorithm experts to train an extremely lightweight neural network model using massive amounts of seed sample data.

After hundreds of failures, they finally succeeded.

A "life probe" the size of a fingernail, integrating microelectrodes and an AI processing unit, has been developed.

It can emit a microcurrent of a specific frequency the moment it comes into contact with a seed, analyze its impedance spectrum, and make a real-time judgment using a built-in miniature "Beidou" chip. The whole process takes no more than 50 milliseconds.

When the first "Insight III" robot, equipped with a "life probe," accurately removed pre-marked low-vitality seeds in the experimental field and sowed high-quality seeds full of vitality, the entire team was thrilled.

Chen Siyu's eyes welled up with tears as she watched the green data stream on the screen, representing the seed's vitality. Lin Haodong said nothing, but simply squeezed her hand tightly.

At that moment, without words, "genes" and "steel" achieved their most profound fusion.

After the celebration party for the project's success, the two didn't return to their dormitory but instead went to the experimental field behind the research and development center. The night sky over the Gobi Desert was filled with the low-hanging stars and utter silence.

"Siyu," Lin Haodong said, his voice slightly hoarse as he looked at the distant lights of the robots at work.
“I used to think that machines were cold and code was rational. But after working with you, I realized that when we try to use technology to understand and respect life, everything becomes warm.”

Chen Siyu looked up, starlight reflected in her eyes: "Haodong, your robot has made my research no longer just a paper in the lab; it's truly changing this land. You've given me the power to bring science to life."

Lin Haodong turned around, took out a small "chip" pendant made from scraps of discarded circuit boards from his pocket, and awkwardly handed it to her:
"This... I made it from scraps, as a representation of our joint work. From now on, all my robots will only recognize the seeds you marked, and will only work for you... and our future."

Chen Siyu accepted the unique pendant, shimmering with metallic luster, and smiled sweetly. On the field that witnessed the culmination of their technological achievements, their hearts were also closely intertwined.

Zhao Lieyang and Su Xiaoman's journey to Central Asia was not without its challenges.

In Country K, they encountered strong resistance from a local energy tycoon nicknamed "Desert Fox," Sager.

Sager, who monopolized the local fossil fuel supply, knew that the widespread adoption of Warrior Group's hydrogen-powered heavy trucks and photovoltaic power plants would shake his foundations.

He used his political connections to create obstacles at every level of the approval process; he spread rumors that the soldiers' skills were "not suitable for the local climate".

They even secretly instructed thugs to sabotage the temporary hydrogen refueling station equipment set up by Zhao Lieyang and his group at night.

Faced with this predicament, Su Xiaoman's business negotiation skills were rendered useless. Zhao Lieyang, on the other hand, displayed his true colors as a reconnaissance soldier.

Instead of direct confrontation, he took locally recruited assistants and drove a modified off-road vehicle deep into the remote tribes where Sager's power was weak.

They installed small solar panels for the tribe free of charge, solving their basic lighting needs; and used their "Skybreaker" heavy trucks to transport supplies, demonstrating their powerful performance. The simple and honest tribespeople were quickly won over and regarded Zhao Lieyang as a friend.

Through the tribal elders, Zhao Lieyang learned of one of Sager's fatal weaknesses—his eldest son suffered from severe asthma, and the poor air quality in the capital of K Country was one of the culprits.

The atmosphere was tense at a meeting convened by Sager, intended to force the warrior group to make concessions.

Sager listed the soldiers' "discomfort" at length. Su Xiaoman argued her case, but the other party ignored her.

Just then, Zhao Lieyang stood up. He didn't look at Sager, but walked to the conference room window, pointed to the gray sky outside, and then poured some purified water he had brought with him into a glass.

“Mr. Sager,” Zhao Lieyang’s voice was steady and powerful, “what our Warrior Group brings is not just cars and electricity. What we bring is a future where your son, and all the children of K Country, can run outdoors anytime without worrying about breathing difficulties. A future as clear as this glass of water.”

He raised his water glass: "Our 'Sky-High' heavy trucks emit water. Our photovoltaic power stations generate clean electricity. By obstructing us, you are obstructing the blue skies of your own country and the health of your son."

These words struck Sager like a hammer blow, hitting the softest spot in his heart. His expression changed several times, and he stared out the window, remaining silent for a long time.

The next day, Sager took the initiative to invite him out. He was no longer the arrogant "Desert Fox," but a father who cared about his son's future.

The negotiations went remarkably smoothly. Not only did Sager withdraw all his obstacles, but he also proactively offered to invest in a joint venture with the Warrior Group to jointly develop the new energy market in K country and even the entire Central Asia region.

On the way back in the SUV, Su Xiaoman looked at the seemingly rugged but actually meticulous man beside her, her heart filled with admiration and love.

“Lieyang, do you know?” she said softly, “I used to think that the business world was just a game of data and terms. You made me realize that understanding people’s hearts is the most skillful way to negotiate.” Zhao Lieyang grinned and took her hand: “My battlefield is in the wild, your battlefield is at the negotiating table. But our goal is the same—to conquer a new territory for the Warrior Group, and for this world.”

Amidst the swirling sandstorms and glittering starlight, the hands of this "golden couple of the market" clasped tightly together; their love, forged in the crucible of shared battles, had become unbreakable.

Zhou Laogen was initially extremely resistant to the "iron boxes" (sensors) and mobile apps that his daughter Zhou Xiaohui brought.

"When I was raising pigs, you were still wearing open-crotch pants!" He glared at his daughter, his beard bristling. "Whether a pig is healthy or not, I can tell by looking at it and smelling it! Why do you need this crappy phone to keep beeping?"

Left with no other option, Zhou Xiaohui could only install the system in one of the pigsties of her own pig farm to "compete" with the traditional pigsty managed by her father.

During that swine fever outbreak, Zhou Laogen managed to save most of his pigs thanks to his experience, but the losses still pained him greatly. The pigsty with the monitoring system installed, however, received an early warning a day in advance of unusual coughing and rising temperatures. Zhou Xiaohui promptly isolated the affected pigs and administered targeted medication, ultimately resulting in zero deaths.

Facts speak louder than words. Zhou Laogen squatted beside the pigsty, staring at the clearly displayed data on his phone, remaining silent for the entire afternoon. For the first time, he realized that those curves and numbers he couldn't understand could truly save lives (the pigs' lives were also his property).

The next day, Zhou Laogen approached his daughter, his attitude completely changing. "Xiao Hui, give me... no, give me that internet, install the whole thing!"

He even became a "volunteer promoter" of technology, showing off his mobile phone to other elderly comrades at the company's senior citizens' activity center:
"Look! This is the temperature and humidity in my pigsty right now! It squeals when the ammonia level is too high! It's more alert than my old woman!"

With the help of Zhou Xiaohui and Yang Zhenyu's team, Zhou Laogen not only fully upgraded the intelligent equipment of the farm, but also boldly introduced the automated feeding and manure cleaning robot developed by Lin Haodong's team.

His farm has become a model for modern and intelligent farming in the Xinjiang Production and Construction Corps, attracting people from all over the country to visit and learn.

This veteran company commander seems to have ushered in a "second spring" in his life, with even more energy than when he was young.

A year later, the Warrior Group's global annual meeting was held in the newly built "City of the Future" stadium in the military reclamation city.

Ye Feng stood in the center of the stage, with a huge circular screen behind him. He didn't give a speech, but instead launched a real-time data visualization system called "Warrior Ecosystem".

On the screen, against a backdrop of the vast universe and stars, the data streams representing the various operations of the Warrior Group flowed endlessly like a dazzling galaxy:
• The dots representing car sales pulsate like a pulse on a global map, densely distributed across Eurasia and North America.

• A blue light strip representing chip computing power emanates from “Chip Valley” and connects data centers and smart devices around the world.

• Representing the green veins of the energy network, it covers vast deserts and oceans, and intertwines with the power grid and hydrogen grid.

Golden grains, representing agricultural data, hover above the fields, foreshadowing a bountiful harvest.

Countless tiny data connections tightly intertwine these sectors, forming a complex ecosystem that is symbiotic, mutually beneficial, and constantly evolving.

Ye Feng's voice was calm yet powerful:
"This is not just a company's financial report; it is the breath of an ecosystem, a blueprint for the future. Our journey is to make clean energy ubiquitous, to make intelligent machines serve everyone, to make the code of life accurately deciphered, and to let humanity's footprints reach further into the stars."

"It all started decades ago on this land, with the story of two men and a tractor. Today, we continue to write that story together. We will create the future together."

The entire hall fell silent, then erupted in thunderous and prolonged applause.

This applause transcends time and space, joining the shouts of Ye Yuze and Yang Geyong's generation as they reclaimed the wasteland, the rushing sound of the first furnace of steel in the military reclamation city, the tapping of keyboards in the laboratory, and the buzzing of drones in the fields, to form a magnificent and never-ending song of youth.

Life in Africa was ultimately difficult for both Ye Yuze and Yang Geyong to adapt to.

People born in northern Xinjiang have lived near the equator for a long time. It didn't matter when they were young, but now they are all in their early sixties.

Although his body was still quite strong, some problems would inevitably arise. Ye Yuze, a medical school graduate, naturally understood what was going on.

After discussing it, the two decided to leave.

The children naturally didn't want to, and Ye Rou and Ye Mei acted spoiled just like when they were little, clinging to their father's arm and refusing to let go.

Erhong sighed deeply, "Girls, not only are your fathers leaving, but we have to go too..."

Ye Mei's eyes suddenly reddened: "Mom and Dad, I told you you're biased! You're so protective of your brothers, but you leave us in this godforsaken place, not even willing to look at us!"

Ye Rou listened from the side, her lips twitching, but she didn't know what to say.
Martha was displeased and, hands on her hips, snapped:

"You two bastards, what couldn't you do after graduating from Harvard? You had to be pirates, and when you got tired of being pirates, you wanted to be queens. Who forced you to come here?"

"Now that the entire military reclamation supermarket in East Africa belongs to you, haven't you and Uncle Yang helped you enough? And you still say you don't care about us?"

Yang Da quickly stopped Martha: "Mom, calm down, your little sister is young."

Er Hong kicked Ye Mei in the leg: "You're 27 already, and you still think you're young? Hurry up and give birth to this child for me. Don't expect me to come back until I see my grandson!"

Ye Mei was on the verge of tears; it seemed her old tricks weren't working anymore. She quickly gave a fawning smile:
"Mom, dear Mom, let's go home and make a baby right now, don't leave!"

After saying that, he grabbed Yang San and ran away in a flash.

Helpless, Ye Rou said to Er Hong, "Second Aunt, I know you're not used to the climate here, but East Africa is in dire need of manpower right now. Could we postpone it?"

Er Hong sighed and looked at Ye Yuze: "Stop grinning like an idiot, make a decision!"

Yang Geyong scratched his head: "I think my daughter-in-law is right. It shouldn't be a problem for us to stay for a few more months."

Ye Yuze sighed and walked towards the palace...