Rejecting Tsinghua and Peking Universities: I Will Lead Harbin Institute of Technology to World Lead

Before the third ring of the call had even finished, Mr. Chen's voice came through the receiver.

"Lin Feng? Is there new progress?"

The old man's voice carried a kind of habitual expectation—talking to this young man always seemed to bring surprises.

"Professor Chen, I have new research results."

Lin Feng's voice was calm and normal, as if he were saying that the weather was nice today.

On the other end of the phone, Mr. Chen paused noticeably.

"So fast?" The old man's tone revealed genuine surprise. "Is it a new theoretical foundation, or reality...?"

"The theoretical basis," Lin Feng replied, "These two research projects require the participation of national resources."

That one short sentence made the breathing on the other end of the phone freeze.

The phrase "requires national power" carries significant weight at someone of Mr. Chen's level. It signifies that the project's scale exceeds the capabilities of an individual or a single institution, that it involves national strategic resources, and that it is sufficient to fundamentally alter certain things.

"What is your research area?" Old Chen's voice deepened, filled with focused seriousness.

Lin Feng didn't beat around the bush; every word was clear and forceful.

"The first is the Nuwa large-scale controlled nuclear fusion theory. It includes a complete theoretical system for megawatt-level fusion power plants, covering a full range of solutions such as core design, superconducting magnets, plasma control, thermoelectric conversion, grid connection, and multiple safety protections. The technology maturity has reached TRL-9, theoretical verification has been completed, and it can directly enter the engineering implementation stage. A single power plant can provide clean energy for a city with a population of ten million throughout the year."

"Secondly, the theory of the Tianting missile interception system. It is a comprehensive three-dimensional defense system based on quantum radar arrays, directed energy laser interceptors, and distributed intelligent decision nodes. The interception radius covers the entire country's airspace, territorial waters, and near-Earth orbit. It has a 99.9% success rate in intercepting active intercontinental ballistic missiles, a 95% success rate in intercepting hypersonic missiles, and a simultaneous interception capability against more than 1,200 targets of multiple independently targetable reentry vehicles (MIRVs) attacks."

The moment the words left his mouth, the other end of the phone fell into dead silence.

Lin Feng could even hear the ticking of the second hand of the old-fashioned clock in Old Chen's office in the background—tick-tock, tick-tock, each sound like a taut string being struck.

Five seconds.

ten seconds.

Then, when Old Chen's voice rang out again, it was trembling almost uncontrollably:

"What did you say? City-level controlled nuclear fusion... This is a technology that could completely change the current global energy landscape! Once achieved, the fossil fuel era will end much sooner!"

The old man's voice suddenly rose: "And the Heavenly Court system... full-coverage missile interception? A 99.9% success rate? Do you know what that means? It means our territory will no longer be under any substantial threat from missiles! The strategic balance will be completely shattered!"

Old Chen took a deep breath; the voice coming through the receiver was like a suppressed storm:

"Lin Feng, are you sure? This isn't a theoretical concept, nor a technological prospect, but rather... a completed theoretical system that can be directly implemented?"

"Confirmed." Lin Feng's answer was only two words, but it carried immense weight.

Another silence followed.

But this time, the silence was thick with the heat of a volcanic eruption.

"Good! Good! Good!" Old Chen exclaimed three times, each word seeming to burst forth from the depths of his chest. "Lin Feng, come to Beijing immediately! I will summon all experts from relevant fields across the country—the top leaders and chief scientists from all units in the China National Nuclear Corporation, China Aerospace Science and Industry Corporation, China Electronics Technology Group Corporation, China Materials Science and Technology Corporation, and China Quantum Technology Corporation—to be on standby in Beijing!"

The old man spoke at an astonishing pace: "I will notify the General Armaments Department, the National Energy Administration, the State Administration of Science, Technology and Industry for National Defense, and all relevant institutes of the Chinese Academy of Sciences to establish a top-level special leading group. The confidentiality level of this meeting will be the highest since the founding of the People's Republic of China!"

Lin Feng was about to answer when Old Chen added, "No, don't take a commercial flight. I'll send a special plane to pick you up—the military's most advanced transport plane, it will arrive at Harbin Institute of Technology Airport in two hours. Take all your documents with you, remember—all of them!"

"Understood," Lin Feng replied briefly. "I'll be waiting at the airport."

"Furthermore," Old Chen's voice suddenly turned extremely serious, "Lin Feng, from this moment on, your security level is raised to the highest level. Before arriving in Beijing and entering the top-secret conference room, do not mention a single word about these two technologies to anyone. This is not due to distrust, but rather... what you are about to present is far too important. Important enough that certain countries will stop at nothing to prevent it."

"I understand," Lin Feng said.

The phone hangs up.

Lin Feng put down the receiver and looked out the window. The sun was shining brightly, and students were moving about on the campus of Harbin Institute of Technology, carrying their books; everything was peaceful and normal.

But they have no idea that just now, two powerful tools capable of reshaping the nation's destiny have completed their final theoretical forging.

"Brother Zhao."

Lin Feng walked out of the study, where Zhao Weiguo was already waiting in the living room as usual.

"Mr. Lin."

"Prepare immediately for Harbin Institute of Technology Airport." Lin Feng's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable decisiveness. "Old Chen has sent a special plane; it will arrive within two hours. This trip to Beijing might take a while, so arrange for a replacement crew."

Zhao Weiguo's eyes sharpened—a chartered plane for transport is the highest level of emergency response procedure.

"Understood! I will immediately notify the airport to prepare for the arrival and arrange security along the route." Without asking any further questions, he turned around and began making arrangements.

Fifteen minutes later, three black cars drove out of the professor's residential compound.

This time, the convoy deviated from the usual route. Zhao Weiguo coordinated through the military channel, and the entire journey was controlled by the traffic department using a green wave system—all intersections were cleared in advance, ensuring a smooth and unobstructed route. Two seemingly ordinary civilian vehicles accompanied the convoy, one at the front and one at the back; these were disguised counter-surveillance vehicles.

Lin Feng sat in the bulletproof back seat of the middle vehicle, closing his eyes to rest.

In his mind, two technological systems spun slowly like stars.

Every blueprint, every parameter, and every engineering detail of Nuwa; every line of code, every algorithm, and every hardware interface of the Heavenly Court... everything is so clear that it can be extracted at any time.

This is not a simple memory, but a knowledge instinct imprinted deep in the consciousness after a hundred days of deduction in the system space.

Forty minutes later, the convoy arrived at the Harbin Institute of Technology's dedicated airport.

This area, normally used only for scientific research flights and the takeoff and landing of a small number of leadership aircraft, is now under complete lockdown. Beside the runway, a dark gray Y-20 large transport aircraft has started its engines, with its tail door open and its gangway lowered.

Beside the airplane stood a middle-aged officer with the rank of major general on his shoulder.

Upon seeing Lin Feng alight from the car, the officer quickly stepped forward and gave a crisp military salute: "Professor Lin, I am Wang Zhenguo from the Special Operations Bureau of the Central Theater Command. I am here to escort you to Beijing. The special plane is ready and can take off at any time."

Lin Feng returned the greeting: "Thank you for your hard work, General Wang."

"It's my duty." Wang Zhenguo stepped aside to lead the way. "Please board the plane. It's equipped with secure communication equipment and a temporary work area. You can organize your data during the flight."

Lin Feng nodded and climbed the gangway.

The cabin interior had been temporarily modified. The front half was a standard transport aircraft layout, while the rear half was partitioned off into a ten-square-meter enclosed workspace, which contained military-grade secure computers, holographic projectors, high-speed printers, and even a small safe.

Zhao Weiguo and four elite guards boarded the plane and, under Wang Zhenguo's arrangement, took their positions in the front half of the cabin.

The hatch closed, and the engine roared even louder.

Two minutes later, the Y-20 accelerated on the runway, lifted off, and soared into the sky.

After the aircraft climbed to cruising altitude, Wang Zhenguo entered the workroom and handed Lin Feng an encrypted USB drive: "Professor Lin, this is the preliminary list of attendees and the meeting agenda sent from Professor Chen's office. Please take a look."

Lin Feng inserted the USB drive, and the files were opened on the secure computer.

Page 1, List of Participating Organizations:

National Energy Administration

State Nuclear Power Group

【…】

The list is three pages long, involving 47 organizations and more than 300 experts and senior officials.

Page 2, Meeting Agenda:

[Phase 1: Technical Theory Presentation]

……

The total duration is expected to exceed 48 hours—this will be an unprecedented technical marathon.

Lin Feng closed the file and looked out the porthole.

Below, a sea of ​​clouds stretched out, and sunlight streamed through the portholes, casting dappled patterns of light and shadow inside the cabin. The plane was flying towards Beijing at 800 kilometers per hour.

He closed his eyes and began to finalize his report ideas one last time.

Two hours later, the plane began its descent.

The runway of a military airport in the western suburbs of Beijing gradually came into view. The aircraft landed smoothly and taxied to a completely enclosed hangar.

When the cabin door opened, a small convoy was already waiting outside. It consisted entirely of black Hongqi sedans, with the darkest privacy film on the windows.

Wang Zhenguo was the first to disembark. After a quick handover with the people who were picking him up, he turned to Lin Feng and said, "Professor Lin, please change vehicles. We will go directly to the meeting venue—it is completely sealed off there, and all the participants are arriving one after another."

Lin Feng stepped off the gangway and sat in the back seat of the middle Hongqi car.

The convoy drove out of the airport and into an underground tunnel he had never seen before. The tunnel was dimly lit, and along the way passed at least six heavy alloy blast doors, each guarded by fully armed soldiers.

Twenty minutes later, the vehicle stopped at an underground plaza.

In the center of the square, a silver building resembling an inverted pyramid stands silently. That is the underground core area of ​​Longyuan, the nation's highest-level top-secret conference center, with a secrecy level one level higher than the base where Pangu was previously developed.

When Lin Feng got out of the car, Old Chen was already waiting at the building entrance.

The old man was wearing a dark gray Zhongshan suit today. He still stood tall and straight, but there was an undisguised eagerness and expectation in his eyes.

"Lin Feng." Old Chen stepped forward and grasped his hand tightly. "Everyone is here. They're waiting inside."

He looked at the silver building, his voice deep and powerful:

"Over the next forty-eight hours, you will demonstrate to the nation's top minds two powerful tools that could change the nation's destiny."

"Are you ready?"

Lin Feng took a deep breath, his gaze resolute:

"Ready."