8: Chapter 8 This isn't a college student, this is clearly a living father!

"Where did this come from?"

Professor Yuan finally regained his composure. He slammed the blueprints onto the table with a stern face, his gaze even sharper than before. "Jiang Chen, this joke has gone too far, hasn't it? You, an undergraduate, can draw the structural diagram of an EUV light source? This is a national-level classified project!"

The more he spoke, the more he felt he had guessed the truth, and his voice raised an octave: "Speak! Did you download this from some hacker website? Or did you climb over the firewall to copy it from a foreign site? Do you know this is academic fraud? You will be held legally responsible!"

In his eyes, this was simply a fantasy.

A student who dragged his feet on final assignments suddenly produced top-tier technical blueprints that even the Longke Academy couldn't handle? This was more absurd than a sow climbing a tree.

"Professor Yuan, I really didn't copy it..."

Jiang Chen just wanted to explain, but was interrupted by a violent roar.

"Shut up!"

"Bang!"

Academician Sun Zhenhua slammed his palm onto the desk, shaking the goji berries in his thermos cup right out.

His face was flushed, the veins on his neck were bulging, and he pointed at Professor Yuan's nose and started spraying: "Old Yuan! Have you read so many books that you've become stupid?!"

"Copy? Go find a place for me to copy one and try it! Even ASML doesn't have this technology! The laboratories over at Eagle Sauce are still living off the previous generation of light source technology! Where do you want him to copy it from? Mars?!"

Professor Yuan was stunned by this scolding, his mouth agape for a long time without being able to speak: "Old Sun, you... you mean..."

"I mean this blueprint is at least twenty years ahead of the West!"

Sun Zhenhua roared, his spit flying everywhere. He shoved Professor Yuan, who was blocking the way, aside with movements as agile as a young center grabbing a rebound. "Get out of the way! Don't block me from looking at the treasure!"

At this moment, the airs of a guest academician and the demeanor of an elder were all thrown to the dogs.

Sun Zhenhua carefully picked up the blueprint that Professor Yuan had slapped, his heart aching as he shivered, muttering to himself: "Oh my ancestor, tap lightly! If a single line is missing on this, it's a loss for the country!"

After finishing, he turned around and looked at Jiang Chen.

The old man who had been fierce the second before now had a face full of chrysanthemum-like smiles, the speed of his face change comparable to a Sichuan opera master.

"That... Student Jiang, right?"

Sun Zhenhua rubbed his hands, his back unconsciously bowing a little, his tone so gentle that water could drip from it. "Why are you standing? Are you tired? Sit, sit! Sit in my chair!"

As he spoke, he pulled over his own leather boss chair and even used his sleeve to wipe away the non-existent dust on it.

Jiang Chen was a bit flattered and waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, you sit, Elder Sun, I'll just stand."

"That won't do!"

Sun Zhenhua glared and forcefully pressed Jiang Chen into the seat. "You are a hero! A great hero! Never mind sitting in a chair, even if you wanted to ride on my neck right now, I would have to bring you a ladder!"

The surrounding teachers and counselors were stunned.

Was this still the usually stern and arrogant Academician Sun?

This humble attitude was not like facing a student at all; it was like serving a living ancestor!

Before everyone could react, Sun Zhenhua bustled to grab the can of special "Da Hong Pao" tea on the table, which he regarded as a treasure and wouldn't even share with Professor Yuan on normal days.

"Clatter."

Regardless of whether the water temperature was suitable, he brewed a large cup and presented it to Jiang Chen with both hands.

"Come, drink some tea! Moisten your throat!"

Sun Zhenhua looked at Jiang Chen with anticipation, his gaze so eager it was unsettling. "After you finish the tea, shall we talk about the remaining blueprints? This power supply system for the light source part... did you draw it in the back?"

Jiang Chen took the teacup, feeling a bit uncomfortable with the old man's enthusiasm.

He scratched his head, looking at the pile of blueprints on the table being worshipped like holy relics, feeling a bit puzzled.

Was this stuff the Empress gave him really that mysterious?

In his eyes, these were just a bunch of assignments to exchange for credits, and he was wondering if he could sell them for scrap price.

"That... Elder Sun, is this thing very valuable?"

Jiang Chen took a sip of tea, his tone as casual as if he were chatting about what to have for dinner. "Actually, I have a whole pile in my backpack. The print shop owner complained about the ink usage earlier and almost refused to print it for me. I was originally thinking that if Professor Yuan didn't like it, I'd take it to the scrap station and sell it; at least I could get some printing costs back..."

Dead silence.

The entire office fell into a deathly silence.

Professor Yuan's glasses slid down to the bridge of his nose.

The counselor's rag fell to the floor.

And Sun Zhenhua clutched his chest, his body swaying twice, his face instantly turning deathly pale, as if he had been stabbed hard.

"What... did you say?"

Sun Zhenhua's voice was trembling, partly out of fear and partly out of anger. "Scrap station? Sold it?!"

"Yeah."

Jiang Chen nodded as a matter of course and added another blow: "Anyway, they're all draft copies, keeping them just takes up space. These few were just randomly picked out; if you like them, I'll give you the whole bag, so I don't have to carry it back."

"Randomly... picked out?"

Sun Zhenhua felt his blood pressure soaring at 180 mph, his head buzzing.

Listen to that!

Is that human language?!

That's a Lithography Machine!

A national treasure that the whole country couldn't build!

In this kid's mouth, how did it become waste paper taking up space?

And almost got sold to a scrap collector?

If these blueprints had really flowed into a scrap station, or were used by someone who didn't know better to wrap fried dough sticks, he, Sun Zhenhua, would be the eternal sinner of the Longke Academy's scientific community!

Even if he died, he would jump out of his coffin to slap himself twice!

"Medicine... my quick-acting heart pills..."

Sun Zhenhua tremblingly pulled a medicine bottle from his pocket and chewed two pills dry, only then barely suppressing his heart, which was about to jump out of his throat.

He took a deep breath, his eyes instantly becoming extremely sharp, even revealing a hint of murderous intent.

That was the look only a lioness protecting her cubs would have.

"Old Yuan! Seal the door!"

Sun Zhenhua roared, startling Professor Yuan.

"Close the curtains! Without my order, no one is allowed to enter or leave! Even if the principal comes, block him outside!"

After speaking, he pulled out a black mobile phone as thick as a brick from his bosom with an agility completely inconsistent with his age.

That was an encrypted satellite phone, connecting directly to the central authorities, which could only be activated during major national security incidents.

Without any hesitation, Sun Zhenhua dialed a red number directly.

"Beep — Beep —"

The moment the phone connected, Sun Zhenhua's voice became unprecedentedly serious, even with a hint of tremor: "I am Sun Zhenhua! Put me through to Dean Zhong! Immediately! Right now!"

The other end of the phone seemed to pause for a moment, and then a calm voice came through.

Sun Zhenhua took a deep breath, staring at Jiang Chen who was sitting in the chair drinking tea, and roared into the receiver word by word: "Dean, something big has happened!"

"Immediately send special police to the Physics Department of Tianhai University! Bring live ammunition! Level one alert!"

"I found a wild national treasure here... No, this is a living ancestor!"

"He is holding the national destiny of Longke for the next fifty years in his hands!"