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

【Ding! 】

When the system notification sounded in my mind.

The voice came abruptly, like a bucket of ice water poured on scalding anger, instantly calming him down.

[The host-led, small-scale controlled nuclear fusion reactor developed by Nuwa has been successfully manufactured in the real world.]

[Project rewards are now being distributed...]

[Reward 1: Large Aircraft Carrier Intelligent Fully Automated Industrial Chain (Complete Version)]

[Description: This system provides a fully intelligent solution encompassing design optimization, material preparation, segmented construction, system integration, outfitting, and commissioning. By inputting design drawings and a resource list, the system can automatically generate the optimal construction process, shortening the aircraft carrier construction cycle by 50%-60%.]

[Reward Two: Intelligent Fully Automated Supply Chain for Fighter Jets (Complete Version)]

[Description: A comprehensive intelligent solution covering all aspects of aircraft development, including aerodynamic optimization, structural manufacturing, avionics integration, stealth coating, and final assembly and testing. It provides aircraft design parameters and can plan the most efficient production line layout, reducing the production time of a single fighter jet by 55%-65%.]

[Reward 3: Cash Reward - 50 million Huaxia Coins]

[Rewards distributed]

Lin Feng's breath hitched slightly.

This time, the reward is not theory, not technology, but... productivity.

Two complete intelligent industrial chains. He knew all too well what this meant—the Kunpeng submarine took one year and four months to build; with this intelligent industrial chain, the time could be reduced to eight months or even less. The same applies to fighter jets; from parts processing to final assembly, efficiency could be doubled.

Make dumplings.

The word suddenly popped into my head.

If China can really mass-produce aircraft carriers and fighter jets like dumplings being dropped into a pot... then what deterrent power will the Free Country's thirteen-carrier battle group have?

"Lin Feng?"

Old Chen's voice pulled him back to reality.

The old man was still standing in front of the desk, looking at him with a solemn expression, waiting for his answer—about Suzaku, about time, about how this country could take the next step on a knife's edge.

Lin Feng raised his head, the flame in his eyes had turned into cold steel.

"Old Chen," his voice wasn't loud, but each word was like a nail driven into a wooden board, "at most one year."

Old Chen paused, then said, "A year? You mean Vermilion Bird..."

"The Vermilion Bird will make its maiden flight within a year," Lin Feng interrupted him. "At the same time, give me some time—not too long, I will make our aircraft carriers and fighter jets so numerous that they can't count them all."

He spoke calmly, but there was a chilling certainty in that calmness.

Looking at the young man, at the composure and sharpness in his eyes that were beyond his years, Old Chen suddenly recalled the scene of their first meeting—when Lin Feng was still a student, coming to him with his anti-cancer theory, his eyes were just like that, calm, but hiding a storm.

"I believe you," Old Chen said, only four words.

But these four words carry the weight of Mount Tai.

He walked to the window and looked at the morning light over Beijing: "This exercise by the Free Nation is both a demonstration and a test. They are telling us—even with the Kunpeng and the J-20, the gap still exists, and it is huge."

"I know." Lin Feng walked to his side. "That's why they sent thirteen aircraft carriers and that sixth-generation fighter jet. They want to show the world who's the boss."

"Are you scared?" Old Chen suddenly asked.

Lin Feng laughed: "Scared? No. I just think... they came at the perfect time."

Old Chen turned his head and looked at him.

"This is a good opportunity for us to realize that it's time to accelerate," Lin Feng said. "It's a good opportunity for everyone to understand that some roads must be taken; some battles must be fought."

The two looked at each other, and silence filled the air.

Then, Old Chen patted Lin Feng heavily on the shoulder: "Go. I'll send the Nuwa Reactor to the Northwest as quickly as possible. I'll personally coordinate all the resources you need."

"Thank you, Mr. Chen."

"Don't thank me," Old Chen shook his head. "This country should thank you."

At noon that day, the Nuwa-1 reactor was placed into a specially designed constant-temperature and constant-pressure transport container. The surface of the container was painted with radiation warning signs, and the interior had a three-layer protective structure that could withstand earthquakes of up to magnitude 9 and temperatures of 2000 degrees Celsius.

The convoy assembled at the entrance of the Chinese Academy of Sciences. It was escorted by four armored vehicles at the front and four at the rear, with two helicopters patrolling overhead. Roads along the route were temporarily closed, and all vehicles were asked to give way.

Lin Feng sat in the command vehicle in the middle, closing his eyes to rest.

But the brain is working at high speed—what adjustments need to be made to the Suzaku's structure for nuclear power? How can the reactor's cooling system be integrated with the aircraft skin? Should the flight control software be rewritten?

One question after another flashed through my mind, and one by one they were solved.

Eight hours later, the convoy arrived at the Northwest Base.

As dusk fell on the Gobi Desert, the setting sun, like blood, bathed the entire base in a golden hue. The wind was strong, whipping up sand and dust that lashed against the vehicles with a crackling sound.

When the car drove into the base, Mr. Zheng was already waiting there.

The old general wasn't wearing a military uniform, just an ordinary jacket, and stood with his hands behind his back at the entrance of the final assembly workshop. Upon seeing the convoy, he quickly stepped forward.

"Lin Feng!" Old Zheng's voice was hoarse with excitement. "It's a success?"

"Success." Lin Feng got out of the car and pointed to the transport vehicle. "Nuwa No. 1, output power 512 megawatts, Q value 35.7, can run continuously for more than 2000 seconds."

Old Zheng's hands trembled slightly.

He walked to the transport vehicle, stared at the silver-white container through the protective glass for a long time. Then he turned around and hugged Lin Feng tightly.

"Good boy..." He could only say three words before he couldn't continue.

The experts at the base gradually gathered around. Chief Engineer Wang rushed to the front, his eyes wide with amazement: "General Manager Lin! It really...it really worked?"

"It's done." Lin Feng opened his tablet and pulled up the test data. "These are all the parameters. The reactor is 6 meters in diameter and weighs 8.7 tons. The power-to-weight ratio is sufficient to support all of Suzaku's performance indicators."

Chief Engineer Wang stared at the data on the screen, his lips trembling. After a long pause, he finally managed to stammer out, "I...I'll go revise the engine design drawings right away!"

"No need to change it," Lin Feng stopped him. "I've already changed it."

He pulled up a new file on his computer: "This is the propulsion system design adapted for the Nuwa reactor—direct energy conversion, plasma propulsion, without traditional turbines and nozzles. Thrust is increased by 40% and efficiency by 60% compared to the original design."

Chief Engineer Wang took the tablet and quickly swiped his fingers across the screen. The more he looked, the wider his eyes widened, until finally he froze completely.

"This...this..."

"The specific installation process is here." Lin Feng pulled up another document. "The reactor is installed in the middle and rear of the fuselage, and electrical energy is transmitted to the plasma thrusters in the wings and tail via superconducting cables. The heat dissipation system is integrated with the fuselage skin and uses high-speed airflow for cooling."

More and more experts gathered around. Academician Liu squeezed to the front, looked at the design drawings, and tears streamed down his face: "My life...it's been worth it...it's really been worth it..."

Old Zheng wiped his face and turned to face everyone.

"Comrades!" His voice carried far on the evening wind of the Gobi Desert, "Nuwa has arrived, the 'heart' of the Vermilion Bird has arrived! I don't need to tell you what to do next, do I?"

"clear!"

"Dry!"

"Let's start work tonight!"

The roar was like thunder.

There was no mobilization, no oaths, only a volcanic surge of energy that had been suppressed for a year and was finally released.

That night, the final assembly workshop was brightly lit.