659: Chapter 654 Turning the Impossible into Possible

Qian Liyang suddenly stood up from the sofa, his face completely drained of color.

That sentence was like a key, unlocking memories he had sealed away for fifteen years.

The night of the fire, the hard drive burned to ash, and the sinister smiles of that group of people.

"Who exactly are you people?" His voice trembled.

Chen Guangke stood up and straightened his suit.

"Who we are is not important."

"What is important is that someone has returned."

"His name is Fang Zhizhuo."

"He asked me to relay a message to you."

"Fatty, your broken system needs an upgrade. This time, what we want to control isn't just a small 'Tidal Eye'; it's the entire ocean current system of the Western Pacific."

Qian Liyang stood frozen on the spot, as if struck by lightning.

Old Fang...

Teacher Fang...

He's back?

He thought he would never hear that name again in his lifetime.

Fifteen years of disguise, fifteen years of playing games with the world, were shattered in that instant.

His heart, long numbed by code and money, felt like it was injected with a surge of scalding magma.

"I..."

He opened his mouth but found he couldn't utter a single word.

His eyes inexplicably turned red.

Chen Guangke placed a business card on the table.

"This is my number. Call me anytime when you've made up your mind."

"Salary, stock options, equipment, personnel—you name the terms."

"We only have one request."

"Rebuild that world's most powerful central control system for me."

With that, Chen Guangke turned and left.

He knew this man was secured.

On the other side, Lin Wanqing was facing an equally thorny situation.

Shen Yan met the person Fang Zhizhuo called 'the most talented student' on the top floor of a commercial meteorology company.

She was wearing a proper business suit, explaining the typhoon paths for the coming week to a group of well-dressed clients.

Her voice was cool, professional, and impeccable.

But there was no light in her eyes.

It was procedural precision, not the enthusiasm of a genius exploring the unknown.

Shen Yan did not disturb her; he just listened quietly from the back.

Only after the meeting ended and everyone had left did he step forward.

"Dr. Lin, hello."

Lin Wanqing, who was tidying up materials, looked up when she heard him.

"Hello, may I ask who you are?"

"My name is Shen Yan."

"I am someone who wants to ask for your help in predicting a storm that will not happen on Earth."

Lin Wanqing frowned slightly.

"I don't understand what you mean, sir. If there's nothing else, I need to leave work."

She clearly mistook Shen Yan for one of those annoying men trying to hit on her.

Shen Yan was not annoyed.

He merely asked a seemingly irrelevant question.

"In nonlinear fluids, how do you quantify the boundary of a chaotic attractor for a solitary wave?"

Lin Wanqing's hand, which was packing things up, stopped.

The question was too specialized, too obscure.

It went beyond the scope of commercial meteorology and pointed directly to the core of nonlinear turbulent modeling.

That was the field where she had poured countless efforts during her doctoral studies.

It was also the field that ruined her reputation.

She looked at Shen Yan warily.

"Who exactly are you?"

"Someone who has read your doctoral dissertation," Shen Yan replied. "I read the original manuscript of your paper on 'Resonant Modeling of Nonlinear Turbulence.'"

"It shouldn't be buried."

Lin Wanqing's face instantly turned pale.

"Don't mention that paper to me!"

Her voice suddenly became sharp, like a cat whose sore spot had been stepped on.

"That paper is garbage, academic misconduct, my disgrace!"

"Is that so?" Shen Yan's tone was very calm.

"Your advisor, Professor Li Weiguo, used your model to secure a twenty-million-dollar project from the State Oceanic Administration back then."

"He erased your name from the results and instead slandered you for data fabrication."

"You, with such high aspirations, couldn't bear that injustice, so you angrily dropped out of school and never touched theoretical physics again."

"Am I correct?"

Lin Wanqing trembled all over, her lips turning white.

These scars, which she had deliberately buried deepest in her heart, were being ripped open bloodily by this stranger.

"You investigated me?"

"I just want to tell you that a Dragon-Slaying Saber shouldn't only be used to peel apples."

Shen Yan handed a tablet computer in front of her.

On the screen was a dynamic data stream so complex it was dazzling.

"This is the real-time ocean current data from Jingluo Bay."

"Its energy level is hundreds of times greater than any typhoon you have ever predicted."

"It is chaotic, disordered, and full of destructive power."

"But it also contains enough energy to light up all of East Asia."

"Right now, there is a person who wants to turn this power into stable electric current."

"He needs a theoretical cornerstone."

"He needs your model."

"His name is Fang Zhizhuo."

"He said he is waiting for his most accomplished student to return to attend the final lesson."

Lin Wanqing's gaze was now completely captivated by the data on the screen.

The countless flickering dots of light and curves seemed to transform into a magnificent and wild symphony in her eyes.

Her fingers trembled slightly.

It wasn't fear; it was excitement that had been suppressed for too long.

Her brain was already unconsciously starting to model and calculate.

"This... this is impossible..." she murmured to herself, "Turbulence on this scale simply cannot be predicted..."

"That's why we need you," Shen Yan said.

"To turn the impossible into the possible."

He left the tablet computer on the table.

"This is the internal data port for the laboratory, with the highest access permissions."

"Come find me in Jingluo Bay when you've figured things out."

After speaking, Shen Yan also turned and left.

He knew that for someone like Lin Wanqing, any comfort or promise was pale in comparison.

Only a genuine challenge could reignite her proud heart.

That evening, Lin Wanqing submitted her resignation.

Three days later, Chen Guangke returned to Shen Yan's office, looking exhausted yet exhilarated.

"Done!"

He slapped two signed letters of intent onto the desk.

"That fatty Qian Liyang cried like a 300-pound child and agreed on the spot. He only had one condition: the best equipment, with an unlimited budget."

"That lunatic Xu Xiao was even easier to handle. I just told him Old Fang was back and wanted to build a behemoth, and his eyes turned green. He asked when he could stand next to the reactor, saying he was sick of doing that damn safety assessment for those broken bridges."

Shen Yan nodded, not surprised by this.

"Good job."

"What about you?" Chen Guangke asked expectantly, "How did the two toughest nuts crack?"

"Wei Zhengxun and his team will be here tomorrow morning."

"Lin Wanqing already checked into the temporary laboratory in Jingluo Bay three days ago. I bet she hasn't even gone to the restroom yet."

Chen Guangke's mouth dropped open and stayed open for a long time.

"Holy crap, how did you manage that?"