The night before the college entrance exam results were released, I redeemed my Peking University ad

7** Institute.

The director's surname was Lu, he was in his early fifties, his hair was half white, and he had two bars and four stars on his shoulder insignia.

He was looking down at a test report for a certain type of equipment when he heard the phone ring and was clearly startled.

This red phone rarely rings throughout the year, but every time it does, something big happens.

Putting down the report, Director Lu took a deep breath and picked up the receiver.

"I am Lu Weiguo..."

"Um."

"What?"

"Say it again?"

"Wait... isn't this against the rules?"

"Those documents are all..."

"But that's... what we've saved up for twenty years..."

"Yes...I understand...I understand..."

"But sir, we are at a critical juncture. If we transfer all the technical files now, what if..."

"No...that's not what I meant..."

"Yes! I obey orders!"

"Pack it up tonight, and we'll send someone to deliver it first thing tomorrow morning."

"Understood, I'll keep an eye on it myself."

"yes!"

The phone hangs up.

Lu Weiguo held the receiver and sat in the chair for a long time, his expression constantly changing.

It hurts to think about it.

What are those technical files?

It was something that generations of engineers in our institute risked their lives for!

Countless people worked themselves to the bone, their hair turned white, their health ruined, to overcome those technical challenges. And now they're just being transferred away like that?

There was also some apprehension.

The security classification of that data was not high enough for him to take it out.

Now they're actually sending it directly to one place?

Fucheng? What's so special about that place...?

and many more!

Lu Weiguo's eyes suddenly widened.

Fucheng...

Could it be...?

Ji Bai Research Institute?

As someone in the scientific research community, Lu Weiguo, although he didn't watch tonight's live broadcast, how could he not know Ji Bai?

The father of superconductivity at the age of eighteen!

The inventor of room-temperature superconductivity, a rising star in the global physics community, single-handedly propelled China's materials science forward by thirty years.

If you don't even know this, then you don't deserve to sit in the position of director of Institute 7**.

In fact, in the past two days, various departments within the institute have been enthusiastically proposing several new research topics, all based on the application exploration of superconducting materials. Several projects have already been submitted and are awaiting approval.

Now his superiors have ordered him to send the documents to Fucheng, presumably for that boy.

but……

"Will it work?"

Lu Weiguo muttered something under his breath.

Of course he knew Ji Bai was awesome.

He's the father of superconductivity, a Nobel Prize-winning figure who single-handedly shaped the future of the entire physics community.

but……

Superconductivity is superconductivity.

What do they do at the 7** Institute?

Military electronic equipment, phased array radar, high-power microwave devices, electromagnetic compatibility and countermeasures...

These fields overlap with superconducting materials, but in essence, they are on a different level.

To use an imperfect analogy, Ji Bai is a peerless genius at building bridges, while these people are the ones who build roads.

No matter how beautiful a bridge is built, what does it have to do with road surface subsidence or roadbed seepage?

Industry specializing in surgery.

Some things can't be solved just by being smart.

It's tough.

It needs to be ground down.

It takes one or two generations to learn from mistakes, accumulate experience, and eventually hit a wall.

The technical problems they had kept hidden away for 7**, weren't they all stuck for ten or twenty years?

Countless gray-haired engineers have spent their entire lives in the lab, just to solve that one damn little problem.

Heat dissipation in phased array radar, material losses in high-power microwave devices, energy storage density in electromagnetic catapults...

These things, piled up in the archives, are taller than a person when stacked up.

Do you expect an 18-year-old boy, even if he is a genius, even if he is the father of superconductivity, to be able to solve it in a day or two?

How is that possible?

Lu Weiguo shook his head.

He admitted that for a fleeting moment, an unrealistic expectation did cross his mind.

But that expectation was quickly overshadowed by years of professional experience.

He has seen too many "geniuses" in his life.

He was parachuted into the institute right after graduating with his doctorate, adorned with various accolades and awards, but once he entered the lab, he was completely lost.

There is a huge gap between theory and engineering.

Not to mention the problems they are currently facing, which are all real engineering challenges.

It's not something that can be solved by deriving a few formulas or writing a few papers.

"Fine, I'll give it a try."

Lu Weiguo sighed and slowly sat back down in his chair.

The orders from above cannot be disobeyed; the documents still need to be sent.

But to say how much hope...

Even a breakthrough of just one or two is a good thing.

He comforted himself by talking to himself.

"Let's try anything, even if it's a last resort!"

……

Let's return our focus to the Ji Bai Research Institute.

"Alright, it's getting late, and there are quite a few people here, so that's all for today's live stream."

Ji Bai waved at the camera.

The live chat was instantly filled with groans of despair.

"No, Ji Shen! Don't chat for another five cents!"

"Your Majesty, don't go! I just came in! What happened?!"

"Don't turn off the broadcast, Ancestor! Your disciple just got his little stool ready!"

"God Ji, just two more! Just two! We'll leave after we've taken them all!"

"I didn't even eat dinner just to watch your livestream, and now you're saying you're leaving? How can you be so heartless, Ji Shen?!"

"Ji Shen, when will you be streaming again?"

Ji Bai glanced at the comments and couldn't help but laugh: "So you're asking me when your next livestream is, right?"

He tilted his head and thought for a moment: "Actually, I didn't plan to do a live broadcast this time. I only thought of showing my face and letting everyone know that I'm safe and sound because I've seen online that it's almost the seventh day after my death.

"As for next time..."

The boy paused for a moment, then a slight smile appeared on his lips: "When they try to force me out again."

Ji Bai did not say who "they" were.

But all the knowledgeable bigwigs in front of the screen were cursing the Hausen family to the core in their hearts.

Why did you provoke him if there was nothing wrong with you?

Are you bored?

Now you're an idiot, aren't you?

And it's making the global tech community suffer too!

……

Oak Estate.

Old Hausen has just regained consciousness after a series of emergency treatments by his family doctor.

The first thing he did when he opened his eyes was to signal to the people around him to keep the live stream going.

He weakly raised his finger, his cloudy eyes still holding a sliver of life that had just returned.

But just as the translator leaned in and whispered Ji Bai's last words to him—

"He said, next time he goes live, it'll be when they try to force him to come out again..."

Old Hausen's eyes suddenly widened.

He had just caught his breath and hadn't even swallowed when a "ga" sound came from his throat.

He rolled his eyes.

She fainted again.

"Father! Father!"

"Doctor! Quick! Father's dying again!"

Richard lunged forward, terrified out of his wits.

The study was thrown into chaos again as doctors and nurses rushed in, creating a cacophony of sounds from medical equipment and shouts.

"Turn off the live stream! Turn it off! Turn off that damn live stream!!!"

"Fuck!"

"Thank him!"

"Father, wake up!"

"The Hausen family cannot live without you, just as the West cannot live without Jerusalem!"