Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

In the small kitchen, the rich aroma of fried noodles with soybean paste still lingers in the air.

The old man's words were like a sudden thunderclap, instantly chilling the atmosphere in the room.

The secretary, who was helping to clear the dishes, suddenly stopped, her fingertips almost losing their grip, and the white porcelain bowls and chopsticks clinked softly.

Self-developed aviation propulsion project.

Looking at the current state of heavy industry research and development in China, this is the highest priority and most challenging key project.

Long-term technological blockades from overseas have erected an impenetrable barrier, firmly blocking the path of domestic research and development. A group of top domestic industry experts have been working day and night, their temples turning completely gray, but overall research and development progress remains extremely slow.

But this respected elder was actually planning to ask Zhang Huaimin, who was only five and a half years old, for a difficult question.

Everyone knew that the little guy possessed extraordinary medical skills and had even built a simple power generation device with his bare hands before, but aviation propulsion was a completely different system. Fluid mechanics, thermodynamics, and special materials science were intertwined, the amount of knowledge was vast and complex, and the threshold was unimaginably high.

"Boss, this is simply unbelievable..."

The secretary couldn't help but try to offer some advice, but she was stopped halfway through her sentence by the other party's calm and authoritative gaze.

The old man raised his hand to stand up and patted the crumbs of noodles off his palm.

"Huaimin, come with me to the study to discuss this in detail."

The private study in the office compound is decorated in a simple and dignified style, with magnificent landscape paintings hanging on the walls. The large mahogany desk is piled with research and development documents marked with confidentiality and various engineering drawings.

The old man pulled Zhang Huaimin to sit on the fabric sofa. His face, which had just regained some color after recuperating, was once again covered with heavy fatigue, and his brows were full of worry.

"Huaimin, there are some things I don't need to hide from you." The old man sighed deeply, his words filled with anxiety and resentment. "Our industrial foundation is weak right now, and there are many areas where we urgently need to catch up. Seeing large passenger planes sailing far away and ocean liners cruising the seas, everyone who cares about the development of the industry is anxious day and night."

He walked to his desk and tapped his fingertips over several R&D reports stamped with internal control markings.

"The research team worked day and night to conduct experiments, but they were always stuck on the problem of high-temperature resistant special materials for power turbine blades. Overseas technology barriers were strict, and our self-developed alloy blades could not withstand high temperatures for more than half an hour. They were prone to metal deformation and cracking, and under extreme conditions, they could even be damaged."

"Without breakthroughs in core power systems, domestically developed passenger aircraft cannot reach their long-range flight limits, and power upgrades for ocean-going ships are also severely restricted."

At this point, the old man lightly tapped the table with his fingertips, his eyes brimming with concern and urgency. This is an inevitable hurdle on the road to catching up in China's heavy industry, and a long-standing concern for countless practitioners who have been deeply engaged in research and development.

After listening quietly, Zhang Huaimin's once childlike eyes lost their naivety, revealing a profound understanding far beyond his years. Relying on the knowledge reserves of advanced civilizations in his mind, he had absolute confidence in various high-end materials and mechanical structures.

"You don't need to be anxious."

Zhang Huaimin reached into his pocket, took out a milk candy, slowly unwrapped it, and put it in his mouth, the sweet milky aroma spreading out.

"The difficulty in making the blades heat-resistant is not as intractable as the general scientific research approach suggests."

As he spoke, he slid down the sofa to the floor, took short steps to his desk, tiptoed to pull out red and blue pencils from the pen holder, and casually picked up a blank sheet of office paper.

With a thought, he activated the system's ability in his consciousness: "Activate advanced thinking amplification, access all relevant knowledge on materials crystals and aerospace propulsion!"

[Note: Mind enhancement loading complete; computing power, 3D modeling, and microscopic analysis capabilities have all exceeded their limits.]

In the next instant, my brain seemed to be filled with a massive amount of orderly information. The complex structure of engine blades, aerodynamic calculation formulas, and the microscopic crystal arrangement of high-temperature alloys were all transformed into clear and three-dimensional models, fully presented in my mind.

Without the slightest hesitation, the chubby little hand gripped the pencil firmly and placed it on the paper.

Swish, swish, swish—the pen tip glides across the paper, the sound of fine, rapid writing and drawing continuing in succession.

The old man and his secretary held their breath and quietly walked to the table to examine the paper. The moment their eyes fell on the paper, their pupils constricted, and they were filled with shock.

incredible.

Without rulers, compasses, or any other auxiliary tools, Zhang Huaimin's precision in drawing rivals that of CNC equipment. Straight lines and neat arcs flow smoothly, and a highly complex industrial structural diagram is rapidly formed.

"Is this a microscopic crystal arrangement grid of a high-temperature resistant metal?" The old man, who had been exposed to various research and development materials for many years, recognized the core content of the drawing at a glance. The densely packed and orderly hexagonal honeycomb structure, with nodes marked with the proportions of various chemical elements and precise parameters, was equivalent to building a special metal framework with maximum toughness and heat resistance at the microscopic level.

In just three minutes, the pencil made a final, light tap on the paper to finish.

Zhang Huaimin blew the dust off the paper, pushed the drawing in front of the old man, and then unwrapped a piece of candy and ate it, speaking as casually as if he had just finished a child's simple drawing.

"The alloys used in previous research and development were unidirectional crystals. When heated to high temperatures, they would expand and the stress would concentrate, making them prone to fracture. I have drawn a microstructure diagram of a directional crystallized single-crystal alloy. We can smelt and forge it according to this formula and crystal structure."

The little guy confidently pointed at the blueprint with his fingertip.

"Conventional aviation power is more than sufficient. Even when adapted to heavy-duty gas turbines for ocean-going ships, the blades can withstand continuous operation at 3,000 degrees Celsius for 10,000 hours without deformation or loss."

"Once we crack this material, the layers of technological blockade from overseas will no longer be able to hold us back, nor will they be able to strangle the development of heavy industry."

These words struck a heavy blow to both of them. Directionally crystallized single-crystal alloy, high temperature resistance of 3,000 degrees Celsius, and stable operation for 10,000 hours—every single data point far exceeds the current global material standards.

If the blueprints can be implemented and mass-produced, China's heavy industry will not only break free from the blockade, but also achieve a leapfrog development, firmly stand at the forefront of the industry, and truly make up for the key shortcomings of major national equipment.

The secretary's hands trembled uncontrollably as he carefully picked up the thin sheet of paper. The paper was so light it seemed insignificant, yet it carried a weight of immense value. His fingertips trembled, making the paper rustle softly. His emotions surged, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

The old man stared intently at the entire blueprint, his eyes, filled with the wisdom of life, welling up with tears. He steadied his breathing, strode to the table, picked up the dedicated office phone, his voice slightly hoarse with excitement, his demeanor resolute.

"Immediately contact the top materials research institute and urgently reach out to Professor Qian, the chief researcher. This matter is extremely urgent; we must communicate immediately."