A genius? I just love studying.

Chapter 288 Reactions from All Sides, Reigning Supreme

Netizens did not see the footage from space or over the Pacific Ocean, but what they did see has already sparked their imaginations.

The sci-fi-like visuals still left a huge impression on them. The topic of China's seventh-generation fighter jet once topped the global internet search rankings and remained popular for a long time.

Topics like #China's 7th Generation Fighter Jet Debut#, #Chen Hui Returns Home on a Black Bird#, and #Black Bird Sonic Boom Cloud Photography Contest# have seen a rapid surge in popularity.

Soon, at least seven or eight of the top ten trending topics on major global internet platforms were related to this topic.

[Optical stealth coating?! Our F-35 coating is still in the lab stage, and they've already implemented it on fighter jets?!]

How many truths has China concealed? This technology was definitely stolen from Area 51!

[My God, we haven't even finished the PowerPoint presentation for our sixth-generation fighter jet, and China's seventh-generation fighter jet is already coming and going with ease?!]

[A 28-meter fuselage with no radar reflection! Breaking the sound barrier instantly in manned mode! Folding vector nozzle design! Every feature is alien technology!]

[The black bird sets out! Not a blade of grass will remain!]

[After waiting for thirty years! Tears well up in my eyes today!]

【Chen Shen, the motherland has come to take you home!】

If Western netizens were shocked with a hint of despair, Chinese netizens were excited and thrilled.

China, this sleeping dragon, has been weak for a long time, and for various reasons, it has never dared to unleash its full power, leaving people without sufficient confidence.

It wasn't until today, with the advent of the seventh-generation fighter jet, that people realized that China's technological level has long been ahead of the world, and has even surpassed it by 2-3 generations.

[America blocks scientists? Feeling ashamed now? The rise of China cannot be stopped by such dirty tricks.]

[NASA should allocate more funding to China; at least they can actually build the kind of equipment seen in science fiction movies!]

【America, surrender! The area outside is full of Xuan Birds from China】

Science fiction has become reality; the lighthouse has already decayed.

Those who only saw a few seconds of footage on the Ohio River were already in despair, while Nick and the others in the control room were already ice-cold.

"Where do our trillions of yuan in annual funding go?"

Wilson roared angrily, his gaze sweeping across the conference room. "They only deployed six fighter jets, and they've rendered us blind?"

Everyone lowered their heads and remained silent. Many of them didn't care about America at all. America's strength was indeed in everyone's interest, but when it came to their own interests, America became unimportant.

America is merely a host for them to profit from. Even if America falls, they will simply find another host and continue to parasitize her.

However, after seeing the muscles that China displayed, they still felt a sense of panic, because it was completely beyond their comprehension. They felt that perhaps, even with a different host, they would not be able to control it at all.

This made them feel a pang of regret; if they hadn't been so exploitative, perhaps things wouldn't be like this today.

Of course, they didn't know they were wrong; they just knew they were going to die.

"We will impose full martial law, closely monitor China's every move, seek opportunities to talk with China, and strive to turn hostility into friendship."

Ultimately, Wilson, like a deflated balloon, could only offer this response.

However, people were not optimistic. They believed that China had already shown its fangs and would not give up so easily.

Judging from the current situation, they are not even considered children in the eyes of the Chinese, and they have no power to resist.

Now we are at their mercy, like fish on a chopping board. We can only pray that China will not exterminate us.

……

Brussels, Belgium
At the massive round table meeting, a French officer chuckled wryly, "A gust? A typhoon? It should be renamed a gentle breeze..."

"There's no point in continuing this meeting; let's all just wait to die."

The German representative shrugged and left the meeting room.

Such behavior was extremely rude, yet no one raised any objections. As the German representative said, what use would it be for them to hold meetings any longer? Could they catch up with China's technological level in just one meeting?
A joint meeting ended without any results, and everyone understood that the world had changed.

Unbeknownst to them, the German representative contacted China immediately after leaving the meeting, expressing that China's "civilian technology" was very interesting and that the two sides could cooperate.

……

Kremlin, the Russian bear

The bear king looked down at the technicians with a majestic air.

The man could only produce a stack of documents with a bitter expression, "After multiple assessments, the existing air defense system is ineffective against the Xuan Bird!"

Everyone knows what this means.

This means that from now on, the entire planet Earth will be China's backyard. They can appear anywhere they want and suppress any opposing forces.

This is no longer an advantage, but an absolute crushing defeat.

……

The Middle Eastern oil tycoon immediately contacted China, asking, "Could you send me thirty Xuan Birds? Money is no problem, and neither is oil!"

They had bought a lot of good things from China before, so they were quite familiar with the business.

Previously, because of America's intimidation, they didn't dare to provide oil to China at all. But if they had the Xuan Bird, would they care about little America?
Of course, their transaction requests were destined to go unanswered.

……

At the radar monitoring center, a soldier suddenly exclaimed, "There is an abnormal signal from the Fujian direction!"

The commander angrily slammed the table, shouting, "Abnormal my ass! They were just passing by on their way back!"

The ordinary soldiers were unaware, but as the supreme commander, he had already seen some scenes of the Xuan Birds in battle and had already begun to have other ideas in his mind.

He knew that if the black bird hadn't been about to land, they wouldn't have been able to detect it even with radar signals.

Since China is so powerful, wouldn't returning to the motherland be better than being America's dog?
Little did he know that even without witnessing the Xuan Bird's formidable fighting power, many netizens had already started making memes about it.

Under the hashtag #China's7thGenerationJetDebuts, one comment sparked widespread discussion.

[Can I ride the Black Bird for a spin now that I'm back? I need an answer urgently!]

Forget about riding the Black Bird for a ride, but the Black Bird will protect every citizen of China.

……

A suburban base in Beijing
The black bird landed steadily on the runway, and Chen Hui and the other two opened the cabin door and stepped off the plane.

Take a deep breath; the air is filled with the scent of freedom.

"Welcome back, Professor Chen!"

Sect Leader Qian, accompanied by several elders, greeted Chen Hui with a smile and extended his right hand.

"It's too much of an honor for Sect Leader Qian to come in person."

Chen Hui shook hands warmly with Master Qian. He had seen Master Qian at the last Huaxia Science Award ceremony, so he naturally recognized him. His high level of political acumen was not for nothing. "If China could have more talents like Professor Chen, I would be happy to serve him wholeheartedly. There's no need to flatter me."

Master Qian didn't take it seriously. Instead, he pointed to the black bird behind Chen Hui and said, "If it weren't for Professor Chen, I'd probably have to wait another twenty years to see this black bird."

"Alright, Lao Qian, stop being so fussy. Professor Chen is tired too, let him go and rest early."

Following behind Master Qian, Old Zhao spoke loudly and boisterously.

"Professor Chen, are you back this time to continue working on theoretical mathematics, or to shift your focus to applied mathematics?"

Old Zhao got straight to the point, saying, "If you want to do theoretical research, we will give you full support. You just need to focus on your research and no one will bother you in any other way."

This was a plan they finalized before the rescue operation. They have always been generous in providing financial and resource support to talented individuals, especially those who have returned from overseas.

This can be seen from the talent benefits awarded; whether it's project funding or various honors, the requirements for overseas returnees are often lower.

"If you want to develop an application, we will fully support you, providing manpower and funding as needed!"

Old Zhao has always been this straightforward. Although his words might seem a bit boastful, he wasn't speaking for himself. With China's current strength, it really can do that.

Chen Hui hesitated for a moment, "How about we do both?"

Children make choices; adults want it all!
Old Zhao clearly hadn't expected such an answer. He exchanged glances with Master Qian and the others, and finally said with a wry smile, "Of course, it's possible, but are you sure you can handle it?"

Although they are not researchers, they are all highly educated, and some even have backgrounds in science and engineering. They naturally understand that whether it is theoretical or applied research, a lot of time and energy are required.

Even with full dedication, many people can't even do one thing well, and Chen Hui wants everything, so he may end up doing nothing well.

"I want to try."

Chen Hui blurted it out.

But then he suddenly remembered the scene when he told Teacher An that he wanted to participate in the Barbary Mathematics Competition. At that time, he also said that he wanted to give it a try.

The final result was pretty good.

What support do you need from us?

Master Qian was not ambiguous either. He was actually worried that someone as talented as Chen Hui wouldn't do anything. Whether Chen Hui was engaged in theoretical research or application, the results would ultimately benefit the country and its people.

Chen Hui has already provided the answer: both gallium oxide and the fourth-generation engine in the seventh-generation fighter jet have brought huge benefits to the country.

These achievements alone are enough to earn their unconditional support for Chen Hui.

"I want to start a mathematics journal."

This is something Chen Hui has wanted to do for a long time; he also has a proof of the Riemann Hypothesis that he has not yet published.

"no problem."

Master Qian readily agreed, saying that running a journal is nothing more than people and money, and not too much at all. That's the advantage of theoretical research; it doesn't require too much money (automatically excluding high-energy particle physics).

Of course, he wasn't too optimistic about it.

To run a successful journal, the journal itself is secondary; the most important thing is to get submissions and a steady stream of high-quality papers. This is the key reason why major journals in China are currently struggling.

This is not something that Chen Hui, a single genius mathematician, could accomplish; it requires a group of genius mathematicians.

However, this matter ultimately needs to be done by someone, and if Chen Hui can really accomplish it, the benefits to China are undeniable.

With Chen Hui taking the lead, the entire Chinese mathematics community will likely respond positively.

This is indeed a good thing.

"Next, I plan to study the application of the Navier-Stokes equations in controlled nuclear fusion. If possible, I am also interested in other issues related to the controlled nuclear fusion project. I want to try to make this sun shine on the blue planet!"

Chen Hui originally planned to invest in the relevant research himself, but last year he poured all his savings into building the supercomputer, and now he no longer has the financial strength to sponsor his own research.

Furthermore, controlled nuclear fusion is a massive project that requires not only substantial funding but also a large workforce. If he were to do it on his own, it's uncertain whether he could even assemble a team.

This time, Mr. Qian did not give a definite answer immediately. Instead, he frowned and pondered for a moment before saying, "No problem, but we still need to hold a meeting to discuss the specific arrangements. I will give you an answer then."

"Don't worry, I'll definitely make you satisfied."

Chen Hui nodded. He simply wanted to join a research team on controlled nuclear fusion, use his expertise to advance the research, and that wasn't an unreasonable request. He was confident that Professor Qian and his team would make the arrangements.

"General Chen, congratulations on completing the mission perfectly."

Master Qian looked at pilot Chen Mo and gave him a military salute with a smile.

Chen Mo was able to hide all the way to the Ohio River without alerting anyone, and finally successfully rescue Chen Hui. Even with the superior performance of the seventh-generation fighter jet, it was not a simple task, requiring superb skills and strong mental fortitude.

"This is what subordinates should do."

Chen Mo returned the greeting with a firm and resolute gesture.

After finishing their business, the group slowly walked into the base.

A van was already waiting in the park. Chen Hui and his group got in the car and sat on the leather sofa. Old Zhao asked curiously, "Professor Chen, can you tell us about the hurricane?"

"I also checked the local weather forecast, which did predict a possible hurricane, but it seems that the hurricane will not reach the city."

Old Zhao asked curiously, though his real intention was not what he was looking for. He wanted to subtly obtain Chen Hui's accurate weather forecasting model, which would be of great significance to China.

“These days, while I’ve been studying weather forecasting models, I’ve discovered that as long as there is accurate initial data, the model can be used to predict subsequent weather changes. Since that’s the case, I was thinking, why not make some perturbations to the initial data?”

"For example, lighting a bonfire on the playground can change the temperature, thereby changing the airflow. Finally, this changed airflow can create a greater disturbance, thus affecting the final celestial phenomena."

Chen Hui answered truthfully, "It's like the flapping wings of a butterfly."

The car suddenly fell silent for a moment.

Even Mr. Zhao, who asked the question, did not expect to receive such an answer.

"So, you made some disturbances that changed the course of the hurricane?"

Old Zhao asked, dumbfounded.

If that's the case, wouldn't it mean that celestial phenomena could be manipulated at will?

This is even more terrifying than nuclear weapons!

This was a direction he had never dared to even consider before.

"Hmm, you could think of it that way, but there are too many limitations..."

Chen Hui recalled his efforts and calculations in anticipating the hurricane's change of direction, and shook his head with a wry smile. Changing the celestial phenomena is never that easy.

"Professor Chen, can this model be submitted to the state?"

Mr. Qian didn't care about the restrictions Chen Hui mentioned at all, and asked impatiently, already unable to remain calm.

(End of this chapter)