788: Chapter 783 Give it to me quickly

Hearing this, Song Guoliang waved his big hand.

"This matter is on me. From now on, for any goods you need, I will arrange for the best captain and the steadiest ship to transport them for you, keeping the loss rate below one-thousandth."

This promise was worth a fortune.

In the field of precision instrument transportation, even reducing the loss rate by 0.1% saves real money.

Shen Yan smiled, took out a USB drive from his pocket, and slid it across the marble tabletop toward Song Guoliang.

"I can't take advantage of Old Song for nothing. This is an AI scheduling model I had people develop specifically for port logistics. Although it's a simplified version of 'pangu,' it shouldn't have much trouble improving Song Group's throughput efficiency by 3%."

The hand Song Guoliang used to reach for the USB drive suddenly froze in mid-air.

He originally just wanted to repay a favor, but he never expected the return gift Shen Yan casually tossed out to be so substantial.

Improving efficiency by 3% meant that Song Group's annual net profit could increase by over a billion yuan out of thin air.

More importantly, this meant seizing the initiative in the impending wave of intelligence.

The old man took a deep breath, clutched the USB drive in his hand, gripping it so tightly his knuckles turned white.

"Brother Shen, from now on in Jinghai, we are family. If anyone dares to mess with your interests, they have to ask my hundreds of ships if they agree first."

After breakfast, the alliance between the two was completely sealed.

After seeing off the Song family's imposing convoy, the manor returned to tranquility.

Liu Hui took the two children to the garden to sunbathe.

Shen Yan returned to the study alone, leaned back in his ergonomic chair, and lit a cigarette.

Amidst the swirling smoke, he opened the system interface. The blueprint for the "Quantum Entanglement Communication Base Station Prototype" was emitting a faint blue light.

Once this thing came out, current 5G and 6G technologies would all have to be retired to a museum.

Even Musk's Starlink project would look like a child playing with mud in the atmosphere compared to this device.

But blueprints are static, and people are dynamic.

To transform this complex set of parameters into a physical object, Liang Yibai's mind, which specialized in materials and architecture, was not enough.

There is specialization in skills; the quantum field required truly deranged minds.

Shen Yan picked up his phone and dialed Ning Ke's number.

A burst of noisy music came from the other end of the line, followed by the sound of a door closing, and the environment instantly quieted down.

"Boss Shen? Looking for me at this hour, are you going to stir up some big news again?"

Ning Ke's voice carried a hint of sleepiness, but more so, excitement.

Since following Shen Yan, he felt like he had overdrawn all the excitement of his life.

"Help me check on two people, or rather, help me find two of the most brilliant minds in the field of quantum physics."

Shen Yan flicked the cigarette ash, his tone calm.

"One needs to be a weirdo who is unrecognized and marginalized by mainstream academia."

"The other needs to be an academic authority who is arrogant and looks down on everyone."

Ning Ke sucked in a sharp breath on the other end.

"My big boss, you just sorted out the photonic chip, and now you're going after quantum mechanics? Are you trying to demolish and rebuild the entire edifice of physics?"

Although he complained verbally, Ning Ke's hands didn't stop moving. The sound of rapid keyboard typing came through the receiver.

As a top broker who had navigated this circle for many years, Ning Ke's mental database was more comprehensive than that of a headhunting firm.

In less than ten minutes, two sets of information were sent to Shen Yan's email.

"Sent."

Ning Ke's voice became serious.

"The first is named Lin Tuo, Chinese-American. He was a genius at MIT until he was expelled by his advisor for insisting on the 'Multi-dimensional Spacetime Entanglement State' theory. Now he hangs around underground casinos in London, and I hear he owes a mountain of debt; the man is practically ruined."

"The second is named Adrian Weiss, Swiss, a strong candidate for the Nobel Prize, the pride of ETH Zurich. He’s as arrogant as a peacock, reportedly even using an invitation letter from the US military as a table leg pad."

Shen Yan looked at the two photos on the screen.

One was a disheveled drunkard with haggard eyes.

The other was an elite in a tailored suit, his chin held higher than his forehead.

Very interesting.

"Thanks. I'll treat you to drinks another time."

Shen Yan hung up the phone and stubbed out the cigarette.

Since the blueprints were secured, sooner was better than later.

That afternoon, Shen Yan had Chen Guangke arrange a private jet.

The first stop: London.

In November, London was perpetually overcast and rainy, the air filled with a musty smell.

In a dilapidated bar in the East End, raucous punk music vibrated the heart.

Lin Tuo was slumped over the bar, clutching half a bottle of cheap whiskey, his jacket shiny with grease.

Several heavily tattooed thugs surrounded him. The bald leader slammed an IOU onto the bar.

"Lin, the deadline is up. Twenty thousand pounds, or leave a hand. You choose."

Lin Tuo struggled to lift his eyelids; his cloudy eyeballs were bloodshot.

He burped drunkenly and mumbled incoherently.

"Wait... wait until my paper is published... Not just twenty thousand, even two million..."

"Go to hell with your paper!"

The bald thug had clearly grown tired of this excuse. He grabbed Lin Tuo by the collar and lifted him up like a little chick.

"Those scientists all called you a madman. Your theory is garbage! Hit him!"

Before the fist could land, a long, powerful hand intercepted the bald man's wrist in mid-air.

Shen Yan stood in a black trench coat under the dim light, looking like a nobleman who had wandered into a slum.

Behind him followed two expressionless bodyguards—top hands specially loaned to him by Song Guoliang.

"I will pay his debt."

Shen Yan casually tossed out a check, which drifted lightly onto the liquor-stained bar top.

The bald thug froze for a moment. He picked up the check, counted the zeros, and the flesh on his face instantly bunched up like a chrysanthemum.

"Boss is generous! Take him, take him away!"

A few minutes later, beside a trash can in the bar's back alley.

Chilled by the wind, Lin Tuo sobered up slightly but remained slumped on the ground like a pile of mud.

He looked at the imposing Eastern man before him and let out a bitter laugh.

"Who are you? Are you here to mock my theory as trash too?"

Shen Yan didn't speak. He simply took out a folded A4 paper from his inner pocket, unfolded it, and handed it to Lin Tuo.

In the dim streetlight from the alley entrance, Lin Tuo casually glanced at it.

The next second, he looked as if he had been struck by lightning.

The previously dull eyes instantly erupted with a near-manic gleam.

He snatched the paper, his fingers trembling as if playing a piano, and mumbled incoherently.

"Impossible... this is impossible... How can the collapse of the wave function be locked? This formula... this constant..."

This was a part of the core algorithm for the 'Quantum Entanglement Communication Base Station.'

To ordinary people, it was gibberish, but to a genius like Lin Tuo, who was stuck on a single point, this was the truth left behind by God.

He suddenly looked up, staring intently at Shen Yan like a drowning man grasping a life-saving straw.

"What about the rest? What about the derivation process? Hurry up and give it to me!"