I started by watching videos, and I chose 10,000 combat power.

After the press conference ended, Luo Fei did not linger.

He said "I'm leaving now" to his aunt, nodded to Liu Qiang, and waved to the leaders who had gathered around to say hello.

Without waiting to see if the other person saw him, he turned and left.

Chu Yue followed closely behind, and the two of them came out through the back door and got into the car together.

Luo Fei started the car and merged into the traffic flow in the county town.

He glanced at the navigation and set his destination—the address of the private museum in downtown Longhai.

Chu Yue glanced at the destination on the screen and asked, "Where to?"

"In the city center. There's a private museum there, but I've never had a chance to visit it. I happen to have some free time today, so I'll go check it out," Luo Fei replied.

Chu Yue didn't ask any more questions. She leaned back in her seat and watched the roadside trees outside the window recede into the distance.

After driving for about an hour, the car exited the highway and entered the city.

Luo Fei followed the navigation, making several turns, and finally drove into a street that was not very wide.

The street is lined with tall, old-fashioned plane trees, whose dense canopies almost completely shade the street. Sunlight filters through the leaves, casting dappled patterns on the ground.

The car was parked in front of a large iron gate.

The iron gate is black, and a bronze plaque hangs on it, engraved with the words "Longhai City Private Museum".

The gate was tightly shut, with a few small photos stuffed in the crack. A thick layer of fallen leaves covered the ground, indicating that no one had been here for a long time.

Luo Fei got out of the car, walked to the door, and looked around.

There are no gatekeepers, no security guards, and not even a duty room.

He reached out and grasped the U-shaped lock on the door, which was thicker than his thumb. With a gentle tug, a crisp "snap" was heard, and the lock beam broke.

He casually tossed the broken lock against the wall and pushed open the door.

The door hinges made a rough creaking sound, like the sound of an elderly person bending over.

Chu Yue followed behind him and saw him break the U-lock. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but then swallowed her words. After a while, she wanted to speak again.

Her expression was somewhat complicated, and her eyes seemed to say, "Although I know you're not an ordinary person, you've broken down the door."

She glanced at Luo Fei's retreating figure, then at the broken lock on the ground, hesitated for a moment, and followed him inside.

Luo Fei took a few steps, then stopped as if he suddenly remembered something. He turned to look at Chu Yue, smiled, and said, "This is my museum. I have the password."

He walked to a combination lock panel next to the door. The panel was covered in a layer of dust. He wiped it with his finger, revealing a row of number keys and a small screen.

After entering a string of numbers, the screen lit up briefly, flashed a green light, and a soft "beep" sounded from inside the door.

Chu Yue stood behind him, her expression changing from "Are you leading me to do something bad?" to "Okay, so it's yours," and her shoulders relaxed slightly.

Inside the gate was a small front yard with stone slabs on the ground. Weeds grew in the cracks between the slabs, some as tall as knee-high.

In the middle of the yard was a circular flower bed, the flowers inside had long since withered, leaving only cracked soil and a few blackened flower stalks.

Directly opposite the gate is a single-story building with a gray-white exterior, presenting a modern style with simple lines and a large glass curtain wall. The glass is covered with a layer of gray, making it look hazy and obscuring the view inside.

The door is a glass sliding door, not locked, and opens with a push.

The room was dimly lit. Luo Fei found the light switch on the wall, pressed it, and the light came on.

The fluorescent light tubes overhead were a bit old, and flickered twice before settling down.

It was empty inside, there was nothing there.

There were no display cases, no artifacts, no explanatory plaques, and nothing that a museum should have.

The floor is marble, which used to be so shiny it could reflect a mirror, but now it's covered with a thin layer of dust, leaving faint footprints when you walk on it.

There are still traces of hooks where things were hung, Velcro fasteners, and some faded labels and stickers on the wall.

The stickers read "Bronze Ware Section," "Porcelain Section," and "Calligraphy and Painting Section," and the fonts were designed and quite aesthetically pleasing.

Luo Fei walked around the building, with Chu Yue following behind him.

Although the building is only one story, the space is very open, with a ceiling height of at least five or six meters, which should have taken into account the need to store large cultural relics.

There are no partitions inside; it's a completely open space with only a few load-bearing columns standing in the middle.

There are rows of track lights on top, with adjustable lamp heads, but now they are all drooping, like a bunch of wilted sunflowers.

After making his rounds, Luo Fei had a better understanding of the situation.

The building here is of good quality and has complete facilities, including air conditioning, fire protection, and security systems—surveillance cameras, infrared detectors, and door magnetic alarms. However, there is no electricity, probably because everything inside has been moved out, so they are too lazy to turn on the power.

The security cameras were still hanging there, their lenses gray and dull, like tightly closed eyes. The security system control panel at the entrance lit up briefly and then went out, indicating that the power had been cut off.

Chu Yue reached out and touched the wall; the paint was smooth and even.

"It must have cost a lot of money to build this place," Chu Yue said.

Luo Fei nodded without saying anything.

But he was pondering a problem—it was too small.

It's not that the building itself is small, but rather that it's too small relative to what it needs to store.

The entire museum covers an area of ​​15 acres, but the building area is only about 3,000 square meters.

Three thousand square meters doesn't sound like a lot, but when you divide it up among the artifacts inside the ring...

Forget about display cases and aisles, even if you put the artifacts one by one and stack them up, there simply wouldn't be enough room.

Even if his museum isn't used for exhibitions but as a warehouse, it's still too small.

He said into his phone, "Xiao Wan, are there any construction robots on the spaceship?"

Xiao Wan's voice immediately rang out, filled with excitement: "Yes, Captain. The 'Eternal Falcon' is equipped with an engineering robot library, containing various types of construction robots. Excavation, foundation laying, wall construction, concrete pouring, pipeline laying, equipment installation—you name it, there's a robot for every type of engineering project you can think of."

"They are extremely efficient. A team of fifty construction robots can build a building with an area of ​​10,000 square meters and dozens of floors in a month in the environment of Blue Star."

Luo Fei then asked, "What about high-strength materials? Are there any readily available on the spaceship? Or are there any synthesis data?"

Xiao Wan replied, "The spacecraft's materials library contains samples of various high-strength alloys and composite materials, as well as complete synthesis process data."

"As long as the corresponding raw materials are available on Earth, such as iron, aluminum, copper, silicon, and carbon, the robot can use the small synthesis equipment on the spaceship to manufacture the required high-strength materials on-site."

"These materials are at least fifty times stronger than the strongest steel on Earth, yet weigh only one-tenth as much. Furthermore, their transparency can be adjusted, making them perfectly suitable for glass curtain walls."

Luo Fei thought about it and felt that he should inform his superiors about this matter.

He wants to build a huge museum within the territory of China, and the approval process alone will keep him running around like crazy.

He took out his phone and dialed Director Qin's number.

The phone rang several times before it was answered.

Director Qin's voice came through the receiver, a little hoarse: "Xiao Luo... is something wrong?"

The voice sounded like someone who hadn't slept for days and had drunk several cups of strong tea; the tea's effects had worn off, and he was just barely holding on by sheer willpower.

If you listen carefully, you can hear the sound of documents being turned over on the other end of the phone.

Luo Fei asked, "Director Qin, didn't you get any rest last night?"

Director Qin chuckled, his voice dry and strained. "What rest? The Dongdu Island matter has only just begun; there's a mountain of things to deal with. The plans from all the departments are stacked higher than me. What's up? Go ahead."

Luo Fei paused for a second, then a slight smile appeared on his lips. He decided to give Director Qin a "strong medicine" to perk him up.

"Director Qin, please bring your academicians and experts in nuclear physics to that conference room and wait for me. I have a great gift to present to the country."

The other end of the phone went silent instantly. Director Qin seemed to have been hit on the head by something and didn't react for a moment.

Suddenly, the voice on the other end changed, from hoarse to shrill: "What a big gift?"

Luo Fei said, "Controlled nuclear fusion. I'll explain the complete equipment manufacturing data to you when you arrive."

The other end of the phone fell silent again, for even longer than before.

Then they heard Director Qin's voice, not speaking to Luo Fei, but shouting at the people next to him, hoarse and filled with ecstatic joy: "Old Li! Old Li! Stop looking! Quickly go and invite Academician Sun! No, invite all the academicians in nuclear physics! To the conference room! Now! Immediately! Right now!"

The phone hangs up.

Luo Fei put his phone in his pocket and glanced at Chu Yue.

Chu Yue, who had been able to remain calm just moments before, now had her mouth slightly open and her eyes wide open.

She had seen Luo Fei perform many outrageous feats, such as flying, teleporting, and carrying mushroom bombs, but controlled nuclear fusion—that was something that could solve the energy problem for all of humanity on the planet Earth.

She stopped speaking and raised her hand to close her chin.