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Li Yichen couldn't sit still after only writing a framework for the proposal.

It wasn't that the plan was flawed. It was that the blueprint for the cold fusion reactor in his mind was too hot to handle—too hot to focus on anything else.

It was already 1 a.m. when they returned to Tomson Riviera. The villa was pitch black, with only a nightlight on in the corner of the living room. Li Niannian, Miaomiao, and the others had already gone to bed.

Li Yichen didn't go upstairs; he went straight into the study on the first floor.

He pulled a pen from the drawer and started writing quickly on an A4 sheet of paper.

First line: Future Technology Building - Large Cold Nucleus Fusion Reactor ×1.

Second line: Aerospace Group Precision Experiment Building - Large Cold Nucleus Fusion Reactor ×1.

Third line: Armor energy supply - miniaturized reactor, mass production.

The pen tip paused on the paper for two seconds.

The eight industrial machine tools on the 66th floor are running day and night, consuming electricity across the chip production line, the armor production line, and the Terminator production line. Electricity bills are increasing by tens of millions every month, and this is just the beginning. Once the moon landing project starts and Terminators are mass-produced, electricity consumption will increase tenfold.

Once cold fusion is achieved, all the above problems will simply evaporate.

"A reactor the size of a palm can power a city for ten years." Li Yichen threw his pen on the table and leaned back in his chair.

He flipped through the list of materials in his mind.

Superconducting tokamak magnetic confinement ring. High-purity deuterium-tritium mixed target pellet. Laser ignition drive module. Plasma first wall material…

Every single item is a top-secret product. The last time we purchased materials for the lunar landing, it alarmed the higher-ups, and this time the items they want are even more outrageous.

"Forget it, let's just take it one step at a time."

He folded the paper, stuffed it into his pocket, got up, and went upstairs to sleep.

The next day at 10 a.m.

The 66th floor.

The final five sets of Celestial Warrior armor are nearing completion. Eight industrial machine tools are operating at full power, their robotic arms moving up and down, and the dull thuds of metal colliding echo throughout the assembly area.

Li Yichen stood outside the isolation wall, flipping through the quality inspection report in his hand.

Ling'er's notification sound exploded.

"Brother! A convoy has been detected approaching the company perimeter! Three black Hongqi sedans and two military SUVs as escorts!"

She paused for a moment.

"License plate markings: Shanghai Military Region plus Central Military Commission."

The corner of the report in Li Yichen's hand folded.

They arrived quickly enough.

"Ling'er, prepare the conference room on the 60th floor. Turn on the tea and projector."

"receive!"

He straightened his hoodie collar and took the elevator down to the sixtieth floor.

Fifteen minutes later.

meeting room.

Three men in military uniforms sat across the long table. Two were senior colonels, and one was a lieutenant general.

The lieutenant general was in his early sixties, with graying hair shaved very short, and wrinkles etched into his square face like they were carved by a knife. The two gold stars on his epaulets shone brightly under the fluorescent lights.

"Mr. Li." The lieutenant general stood up and extended his hand. "Chen Jianjun, Equipment Development Department of the Central Military Commission. I apologize for my intrusion in visiting today."

A handshake. The pressure is moderate, neither too firm nor too soft.

Li Yichen returned the handshake and gestured for him to sit. "General Chen, you're too kind. Please have a seat. We are honored to have such a guest; the tea has just been brewed."

Chen Jianjun sat down without touching his teacup. He placed his hands crossed on the table and got straight to the point.

"Mr. Li, I won't beat around the bush."

He pulled a document from his briefcase and pushed it to the center of the table.

"In the past three days, you have simultaneously procured 173 types of strategically controlled materials from the four major theater commands. The total amount exceeds the usage of conventional military industrial enterprises for three years."

He raised his eyes, his gaze darkening slightly.

"An explanation is needed from above."

Li Yichen picked up the teacup, blew on it, and took a sip.

"General Chen, let me be frank—these materials are for building lunar landing equipment."

Chen Jianjun frowned slightly.

The younger colonel next to him couldn't hold back any longer, raising his voice three octaves: "A moon landing? A private company's moon landing? Mr. Li, this isn't as simple as launching a satellite."

"I know." Li Yichen put down his teacup and pulled a bound document from behind his chair, handing it over. "This is the detailed plan. The technical route, strategic significance, and national sharing mechanism are all included. If successful, we can leave the United States at least ten years behind in lunar resource development."

Chen Jianjun took the document and flipped through two pages.

His expression changed from serious to focused.

I turned a few more pages.

The focus turned into solemnity.

He looked up when he turned to page twelve.

"Super fuel? Five times the energy density of liquid oxygen and kerosene?"

"It's already in the verification stage," Li Yichen nodded. "Mass production will begin within a week."

Chen Jianjun closed the document and tapped the cover twice with his index finger.

"Mr. Li, assuming what you're saying is true—that's indeed very significant. But I need to ask you a question."

He stared into Li Yichen's eyes.

"Besides going to the moon, do you have any other plans?"

Li Yichen looked at the old general opposite him.

This kind of person is shrewd; you can't fool them.

He decided to take a big gamble.

"have"

He leaned forward two inches, lowering his voice to a level that could only be heard around the tabletop.

"Cold fusion reactor".

The air in the conference room seemed to have been paused.

Chen Jianjun's finger stopped on the document cover, his fingertip turning white.

The young colonel's teacup hovered in mid-air; his lips moved slightly, but no sound came out.

Five seconds.

Chen Jianjun's throat was dry. "What did you say?"

"Cold fusion," Li Yichen repeated. "I've mastered the complete technology, but the materials needed to achieve it are even more outrageous than those used for the moon landing. They're all top-level controlled materials."

Chen Jianjun gently placed the documents he was holding back on the table. His movements were so slow, as if he were afraid of disturbing something.

"Mr. Li." His voice deepened slightly. "Do you know what those five words mean in our industry? Trillions of dollars have been poured into dozens of countries and thousands of laboratories worldwide, and we haven't even scratched the surface of controlled nuclear fusion. And you're telling me you've mastered cold fusion?"

Without saying a word, Li Yichen turned his chair to face the projection screen.

"Ling'er, retrieve the concept plan for cold fusion. The declassified version."

The projection screen lit up.

The 3D structural diagram slowly rotates on the screen. The toroidal superconducting magnetic confinement structure, plasma chamber, and energy conversion module—although the core parameters are hidden, the precision of the overall architecture is immediately apparent.

Chen Jianjun stood up.

He walked to the front of the curtain, almost pressing his nose against it.

"This plasma confinement scheme..." His finger hovered three centimeters in front of the screen, his voice trembling with barely suppressed emotion. "It's completely different from all our current approaches. Absolutely different."

He turned around abruptly.

What kind of support do you need?

Li Yichen held up two fingers. "Two conditions. First, the controlled materials needed for cold fusion will be supplied in full. Second, my lunar landing program will not be interfered with."

Chen Jianjun frowned. "What about an exchange?"

"I also have a few technologies at my disposal. The first is a micro-pulse engine technology." Li Yichen held up his first finger. "With this engine installed, a fighter jet can fly at Mach 5."

The second finger is raised.

"Secondly, there's the super-pressure-resistant flight suit. Wearing this, even ordinary pilots can easily handle Mach 5."

The meeting room fell silent again.

The young colonel placed his teacup directly on the table this time—he couldn't hold it down; his hand was trembling.

Chen Jianjun closed his eyes for two seconds.

When he opened his eyes again, there was something new in those shrewd eyes.

"Mr. Li, this is a huge decision. I can't make it on my own; I have to report it." He extended his hand. "But my personal stance is—full support. There will be a formal response within three days."

Li Yichen stood up and grasped that hand.

That's enough.

The three officers were seen off.

The moment the elevator doors closed, Li Yichen leaned against the corridor wall and let out a long sigh.

My phone vibrated.

Liu Ruyan.

"Boss!" Her voice was almost a shout, with the noise of machinery in the background. "The initial synthesis of the super fuel is complete! The measured energy density is 5.3 times that of liquid oxygen and kerosene! Six percent higher than the formula's estimate!"

Li Yichen sprang up from the wall.

"Where are the preparations for mass production reached?"

"All equipment was tested and debugged this afternoon, and it will be ready for production tomorrow!"

"Speed ​​up. I need the first batch of finished products in stock within a week."

"no problem!"

After hanging up the phone, he walked back to his office. Outside the window, darkness had fallen, and the lights of countless homes in Pudong stretched out in the night.

The phone screen lit up a few times. Logistics confirmation messages from the four major war zones popped up one after another.

The materials have been shipped.

Nine ten-axis industrial machine tools are on standby in the precision laboratory building. The celestial armor will be delivered tomorrow. The lunar landing project has officially started. Three days later, the green light for cold fusion will most likely be received.

He sat down at the computer and opened the design document for the cold fusion reactor.

The keyboard clattered in the quiet office. The blue light from the screen reflected on his face as lines of parameters scrolled down.