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

The two new theories of system rewards are like two mountains that suddenly rose into my mind.

Lin Feng stood in the final assembly workshop for a long time, closing his eyes and letting the vast amount of knowledge flow through his mind—the core design of a megawatt-class fusion power plant, the optimization algorithm for plasma confinement, the engineering scheme for thermoelectric conversion; the detection principle of quantum radar, the energy allocation for laser interception, the game theory model for intelligent decision-making…

Each and every one of them carries enough weight to change the fate of a nation.

He took a deep breath and suppressed these thoughts for the time being. The most important thing right now was the test flight of the Vermilion Bird.

He didn't sit idle during the three days he waited for approval from higher authorities.

Consciousness sinks into the system's simulation space to deeply integrate and verify the two newly acquired theories.

The simulated construction of the Nuwa large-scale fusion power plant is progressing rapidly in virtual space. From foundation excavation to reactor hoisting, from grid connection to safety testing, every step has undergone tens of thousands of iterative optimizations. When the first virtual power plant successfully connected to the grid and generated electricity in the simulation, Lin Feng identified seventeen potential design flaws, all of which were subsequently optimized.

The simulation of the Heavenly Court's defense system is even more complex. It needs to simulate missile attack patterns from countries around the world—from traditional ballistic missiles to hypersonic glide missiles, from saturation attacks to multi-wave penetration. In each simulation, the system can provide the optimal interception plan, and the interception success rate gradually increases from the initial 87% to 99.97%.

As for the two intelligent industrial chains, after tens of thousands of simulations, they have reached a theoretically perfect state.

The aircraft carrier production line can launch a 120,000-ton nuclear-powered aircraft carrier every eight months; the fighter jet production line can launch a sixth-generation fighter jet every six months.

Moreover, the existing industrial base is fully capable of supporting this—all that is needed is to redesign the production line layout, introduce intelligent control systems, and optimize the process flow.

When Lin Feng opened his eyes, the weariness in his eyes had faded, replaced by an almost cold clarity.

On the morning of the third day, Mr. Chen and Mr. Li's private plane landed at the Northwest Base.

There was no grand welcoming ceremony, only Mr. Zheng and Lin Feng waiting on the tarmac. As the two elderly men stepped off the gangway, their eyes immediately locked onto the silver figure in the hangar in the distance.

"That's the Vermilion Bird?" Old Li's voice was very soft.

"Yes," Lin Feng replied.

The group walked to the entrance of the hangar.

The morning sunlight slanted in, illuminating the fuselage of the Vermilion Bird. The silver-gray coating reflected a cold light, the lines of the wings were sharp as knives, and the entire aircraft lay there still, like a cheetah poised to pounce.

Old Li stopped.

The old man, who had weathered countless storms, had his hands trembling slightly. He slowly walked to the plane, reached out, and gently stroked the fuselage.

The metal is cool and smooth.

"So many years..." Old Li murmured to himself, "From the J-5 to the J-20, we've been chasing for sixty years. Today, finally..."

He didn't continue speaking, but simply patted Lin Feng's shoulder forcefully.

The test flight is scheduled for 10:00 AM.

The weather in the Gobi Desert was excellent, with clear skies and extremely high visibility. At the end of the runway, Zhuque was already in position. Falcon sat in its cockpit, conducting final system checks.

On the control tower, Professor Li, Professor Chen, Professor Zheng, Lin Feng, and all the core experts crowded around the observation window.

"Falcon reports, system check complete, requesting takeoff."

"Takeoff approved."

The sound of the engine starting was peculiar—not the traditional roar of a turbine, but a deep, humming sound, as if coming from the depths of the earth. That was the sound of the plasma accelerating in the Nuwa Reactor.

Suzaku began to glide.

The speed increased, but it was surprisingly quiet. There was no deafening noise, only the hissing sound of air being torn apart.

At two-thirds of the way up the runway, the nose of the plane lifted up.

Then, like a silver arrow, it soared into the sky.

The control tower was completely silent.

Everyone stared at the radar screen—the dot representing the Vermilion Bird was climbing at an alarming rate.

"Altitude 5000 meters, speed Mach 2."

"Altitude 10000 meters, speed Mach 4."

"Altitude 20000 meters, speed Mach 6..."

When the speed exceeded Mach 8, Mr. Li suddenly grabbed the railing, his knuckles turning white.

On the radar screen, the Suzaku's dot of light had become an almost invisible afterimage. It made a sharp turn in the sky, at an angle of over 90 degrees—a maneuver that no existing fighter jet could perform.

Next came a vertical climb, hovering almost at an altitude of 40,000 meters, before plunging, pulling up, and performing a series of incredible maneuvers.

Each maneuver exceeded the scope of existing aerodynamic theories.

But Suzaku did it.

Because it does not use aerodynamics, but plasma propulsion—it directly uses electrical energy to generate thrust, has no nozzle restrictions, no air intake requirements, and can fly in a vacuum.

Half an hour later, Falcon's voice came through the communication channel: "All test flight subjects completed, requesting return."

"Return approved."

As Suzaku landed smoothly on the runway and its deceleration parachute deployed, the control tower erupted in long-suppressed cheers.

Old Chen hugged Lin Feng tightly, Old Zheng took off his glasses to wipe away tears, and Academician Liu and Chief Engineer Wang hugged each other, crying and laughing at the same time.

Old Li stood by the window, watching the fighter jet slowly taxi towards the hangar, and remained silent for a long time.

Only after the Vermilion Bird came to a complete stop did he turn around and scan everyone present with his gaze.

"Comrades," his voice was not loud, but every word was clear and powerful, "today, you have given this country real wings."

He walked up to Lin Feng, shook the young man's hand, and said, "Comrade Lin Feng, you've worked hard."

"Of course," Lin Feng replied.

Old Li gave him a deep look, then said to Old Chen, "Old Chen, I'm leaving this to you. I'm heading back to Beijing immediately; there are some things... that need to be arranged right away."

He paused, then added, "The existence of Suzaku is classified as top secret. No information can be leaked before we achieve full combat capability."

"Understood." Old Chen nodded solemnly.

After Mr. Li left, Mr. Chen called Lin Feng to his office.

"Lin Feng," Old Chen looked at him, his eyes filled with complex emotions, "you have created a miracle once again."

"It's the result of everyone's hard work," Lin Feng said.

"No need to be modest," Old Chen waved his hand. "I know how much you've sacrificed. Now that Zhuque has succeeded, shouldn't we start working on that thing you mentioned back then... like making dumplings?"

This was exactly what Lin Feng was waiting for.

"Old Chen," he said, opening his laptop and pulling up two design drawings. "These are the complete design schemes for the intelligent fully automated industrial chain of a large aircraft carrier and the intelligent fully automated industrial chain of a fighter jet."

Old Chen leaned closer to the screen, his eyes widening as he looked at the complex production line layout diagrams, equipment lists, and process flows.

"When did you design these?"

"When I was researching Nuwa," Lin Feng said calmly, "I conducted tens of thousands of simulations and optimizations. The current plan can shorten the aircraft carrier construction cycle to eight months and the fighter jet production cycle to six months."

"Eight months? Six months?" Old Chen's voice changed. "Are you sure?"

"Confirmed." Lin Feng pulled up the simulation data. "As long as the resources and personnel are in place, we can begin construction immediately."

Old Chen paced back and forth in his office for a full three minutes.

Then he stopped, looking intently at Lin Feng: "What do you need?"

"The expert team mainly consists of specialists in automation, machinery, control, and materials," Lin Feng explained in detail. "I've already compiled a list of equipment; most of it can be produced domestically, with a small portion needing to be imported. The location... ideally, it would be at the Northwest base; it offers good security and ample space."

"Okay." Old Chen immediately made the decision. "I'll coordinate it personally. The expert team will arrive within three days, and equipment procurement will start simultaneously. As for the site..." He thought for a moment, "There are three hundred hectares of reserved land on the east side of the base, all of which will be allocated to you."

"Thank you, Mr. Chen."

"Don't thank me." Old Chen walked to the window, looking at the Vermilion Bird parked on the Gobi Desert outside. "Do you know that the Free Country's sixth-generation fighter jet has come twice more recently?"

Lin Feng's heart sank.

"Once in the East China Sea, once in the South China Sea." Old Chen's voice was cold. "They were very arrogant, flying close to our air defense identification zone. It was clearly a test and a provocation."

He turned to look at Lin Feng: "Therefore, your production line must be built as soon as possible. We need to increase the number of Vermilion Birds from one to ten, then to fifty. We need to increase the number of Kunpengs from one to five, then to ten."

"Understood." Lin Feng nodded emphatically.

Three days later, on the eastern side of the Northwest Base, on three hundred hectares of wasteland, machinery began to move in.

Bulldozers roared, pile drivers vibrated, and steel-structured factory buildings sprang up like mushrooms after rain.

Lin Feng stood on the makeshift command platform, holding a walkie-talkie, with a bustling construction site in front of him.