Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

The leader's ambitious finger pointed straight to the sky.

Zhang Huaimin looked at the starry sky outside the window, a slight smile curving his lips.

The skies of the 1960s were a racetrack for the two superpowers, the United States and the Soviet Union.

Their satellites are hovering overhead every day, while we can only stare helplessly.

This frustration should really come to an end.

"Grandpa Leader, you've really given me a big problem."

Zhang Huaimin took a bite of the cream cake and mumbled indistinctly.

"However, since you've already brought it up..."

"Then let's install a pair of 'all-seeing eyes' in the sky that can see even more clearly than they can!"

Early the next morning.

Top Secret Scientific Research Institute, Laboratory No. 1.

The atmosphere here is even colder than the late spring chill outside.

More than a dozen of the country's top aerospace and optics experts are gathered around a large worktable.

They all looked worried and their hair was almost pulled out.

Old Chen was so anxious that he paced back and forth in the room like an ant on a hot pan.

"No! It still won't work!"

An optics expert wearing thick-rimmed reading glasses slammed a piece of optical glass on the table.

"This is the limit of what we can do!"

"The flatness error of the lens surface has consistently remained at the micrometer level!"

The old expert was so anxious that he kept slamming his fist on the table.

"We don't have those ultra-high precision CNC polishing machines like those in the West!"

"If this were made entirely by hand, and the satellite were to go into space, the photos it would take would probably be nothing but static, not even a blurry human figure would be visible!"

"What's the difference between that and leaving a blind person in the sky?!"

Upon hearing this, Old Chen also let out a long, helpless sigh.

Make bricks without straw.

We have the materials and the theory.

But it is precisely this crucial optical lens manufacturing process that has choked them.

Just when the laboratory was shrouded in gloom and despair was spreading.

"Click".

The heavy explosion-proof door of the laboratory opened.

Zhang Huaimin, wearing that blue cotton-padded jacket and carrying a small schoolbag, swaggered in.

Chen Bing followed closely behind like a shadow.

"Hey, gentlemen, what's wrong? Why do you all look so worried? Didn't you eat enough breakfast?"

Zhang Huaimin took a White Rabbit milk candy out of his schoolbag, unwrapped it, put it in his mouth, and asked with a smile.

"Huaimin, you've finally arrived!"

Old Chen rushed forward as if he had seen a savior.

She grabbed Zhang Huaimin's small hand and eagerly poured out her grievances.

"The polishing process for the satellite's remote sensing lenses is giving us a major headache!"

"Without sufficient precision, it'll be like a blind man in space!"

After listening, Zhang Huaimin didn't say anything, but simply walked to the worktable.

He picked up the optical glass blank that the experts had sentenced to "death," and examined it under the light.

Rough.

It's too rough.

In Zhang Huaimin's eyes, which had been enhanced by the system.

The surface of this glass is just like the surface of the moon, full of tiny scratches that are invisible to the naked eye.

"With this level of craftsmanship, it's really only good for creating mosaic-like images."

Zhang Huaimin offered his assessment without reservation.

Upon hearing this, the optical experts blushed. Although they were somewhat indignant, they dared not lash out in front of the "national treasure."

Zhang Huaimin put down the glass and walked to the huge blackboard in the laboratory.

He picked up a piece of chalk and started drawing rapidly on the blackboard.

No ruler or compass was used.

But under his command.

A series of extremely complex geometric figures, optical refraction curves, and densely packed physical formulas.

Like magic, it quickly covered half of the blackboard.

"Your previous thinking was completely confined by Western optical polishing theory."

As Zhang Huaimin drew, he explained in his clear, childlike voice.

"This is called the 'Infrared Cold Light Lens Reconstruction Diagram'."

"We don't need to compete with them on the precision of machine tools."

"What we need to do is change the molecular arrangement of the glass surface, making it smooth on its own!"

The entire room fell silent.

All the experts stared wide-eyed at the formulas on the blackboard.

The more they looked, the more rapid their breathing became, and the more intense the shock in their eyes grew.

"This...this uses electromagnetic pulses to guide glass molecules to automatically recombine and fill gaps during condensation?!"

The elderly expert, wearing thick-rimmed glasses, was so excited that his voice was trembling.

"Genius! This is absolutely a genius idea!"

"But……"

The old expert frowned again.

"The theory is perfect, but we need a device that can precisely control microwave pulses."

"Where in China can we find something like this?"

Zhang Huaimin threw away the chalk and dusted off his hands.

"Equipment? Not needed."

He turned around and looked at the group of experts whose faces were full of doubt.

A sinister smile, full of wicked amusement, curled at the corner of his lips.

"I am the equipment."

Before he could finish speaking...

Zhang Huaimin stretched out his fair and delicate little hand.

"system."

He quickly issued the instructions in his mind.

"Extracting and fusing 'core technologies of high-resolution remote sensing satellites' with 'nanoscale molecular recombination characteristics'!"

[Ding! Extracting... Fusion successful!]

[Target locked: Optical glass blank on the workbench.]

Om-!

A deep blue energy ripple, almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

It burst forth from Zhang Huaimin's palm in an instant, directly enveloping the rough optical glass!

This is not ordinary polishing.

This is molecular recombination at a dimensional reduction level!

Under the system's energy control.

The molecules within those tiny pits and scratches on the glass surface.

It was as if an invisible hand of God had gently yet powerfully smoothed and filled it.

the whole process.

There was no roar of machinery, no harsh grinding noise.

Only Zhang Huaimin's small hand hovered above the glass, moving slowly.

three minutes.

Only three minutes had passed!

Zhang Huaimin withdrew his hand and let out a long breath.

"alright."

He pointed to the glass on the worktable and said calmly.

Old Chen and the group of optical experts practically tumbled and crawled to the worktable.

The moment they saw that piece of glass.

Everyone's eyes almost popped out of their sockets!

"Is...is this still the same piece of glass?!"

The originally rough surface has now become smoother than the calmest lake surface!

Under the intense light of the laboratory.

The glass did not reflect any glaring stray light.

Instead, it presents a deep, cold light that seems to suck in one's soul!

"Quick! Get the interferometer on and test it!"

The old expert roared with excitement.

Several researchers frantically placed the glass into the highest-precision optical interferometer.

"drop--"

As the test results came in.

The entire laboratory fell into a suffocating, deathly silence that lasted for a minute.

"Smoothness error..."

The old expert stared intently at the screen, his voice hoarse as if he had swallowed a handful of sand.

"Zero...0.001 nanometers..."

boom!

This data was like a nuclear bomb, completely shattering everyone's worldview.

0.001 nanometers!

This has surpassed the physical limits of current human mechanical processing!

This is truly, absolutely smooth! Absolutely flat!

"A miracle...this is a miracle!"

The old expert knelt down in front of the worktable with a thud, tears streaming down his face.

"With this lens!"

"Our satellites are in space; they can't even see cars on the ground."

"Even seeing an ant pooping on the White House lawn would be absolutely no problem!"

"Our...our Chinese optical technology has leaped half a century ahead!"

Old Chen was so excited that his whole body trembled violently, and he held the perfect lens tightly in his hands.

It's like holding a fragile, rare treasure.

His hands, which he used to hold a pen for years, were trembling like leaves, and he couldn't stop.

"Huaimin! You've done an incredible service!"

Old Chen looked at Zhang Huaimin with a fanatical gaze, as if he were looking at a god who had descended to earth.

Zhang Huaimin simply pursed his lips indifferently.

"Grandpa Chen, the lens is done. The rest of the assembly is up to you."

"I need to go back to sleep, this thing is too tiring."

Zhang Huaimin yawned and turned to walk out the door.

Leaving behind a group of scientists who were so excited they were almost going crazy.

Old Chen carefully placed the lens into the specially made shockproof case, then suddenly turned around and roared at the researcher behind him:

"Notify the Jiuquan Satellite Launch Center immediately!"

"All assembly work will proceed overnight!"

"This satellite is equipped with the 'Eye of God'!"

"The launch date is set for next Wednesday!"