929: Chapter 924 Load Stability

This time, the image on the big screen changed to a massive map of Jinghai City.

Countless red lines spread beneath the Jinghai like blood vessels, representing the path of the electric current.

Several nodes in the East District were already dark purple, signaling overload alarms.

"Smart dispatch algorithm activated."

Following Lin Dong's command, the red lines on the screen began to writhe and divert as if they were alive.

The originally congested current was exquisitely distributed onto other idle lines.

The red gradually faded, turning into a healthy green.

7:45 AM.

The Jinghai outside the window was still brilliantly lit; not a single light had gone out.

Li Jianguo looked at the four words "Load Stable" sent from the dispatch center on his phone, his hands trembling slightly.

He took a deep breath, stood up, and for the first time, looked directly at this young man.

"Shen Yan."

He pronounced the name with a solemn tone.

"Tomorrow morning, bring your team to the Power Grid Bureau."

"We need to discuss the major smart transformation project for the Jing-Jin-Ji power grid."

Shen Yan nodded slightly, his expression still unruffled.

But only he could see the golden pop-up window indicating mission completion flashing wildly on his retina.

[Mission Complete.]

[Reward Obtained: Blueprint for the Primary Quantum Entanglement Communication Module.]

That night, the snow in Jinghai stopped.

After the snow stopped, Jinghai was cold, like a giant ice cellar, but the machine room at the pangu Supercomputing Center was bustling with activity.

Shen Yan sat in the ergonomic chair, rubbing his throbbing temples.

Even for him, a cheat bound to a system, looking at the [Primary Quantum Entanglement Communication Module Blueprint] in his mind made his brain ache.

That was simply not a fruit that humanity's current technological tree could bear.

It was full of counter-intuitive physical formulas and topological structures that made one dizzy just by looking at them.

The system gave the blueprint but not the instruction manual, nor did it provide an automatic assembly function.

To turn this thing from paper into reality, it was impossible relying solely on Lin Dong and those scholar-like coders.

Skills are specialized; this job required finding a madman who understood quantum physics.

"System, search globally for anyone who can understand this blueprint."

Shen Yan silently commanded in his mind.

The blue cursor in the lower left corner of his vision flashed wildly, and countless data streams rushed past like a waterfall.

Five seconds later, the screen froze.

[Search Complete.]

[Target Individual: Xie Wenyuan.]

[Current Identity: Temporary Worker at Hongda Repair Shop, Huaqiangbei Electronics Market, Shenzhen.]

[Individual Rating: S-Class (Quantum Mechanics Pioneer Abandoned by the Times).]

[Today's Intel: Xie Wenyuan's 'Macroscopic Quantum State' theory, proposed years ago, was deemed heretical by the academic community. After being ostracized, he suffered a mental breakdown, but he is actually profoundly wise and foolish. Currently, his wages are being withheld by the boss because he cannot fix a rice cooker.]

Shen Yan looked at the photo of the man wearing a dirty undershirt and sporting a scruffy beard, tapping his fingers twice on the desk.

This was the one.

"Guang Ke, book flights."

Shen Yan stood up and casually threw on his black overcoat.

"Where to?"

Chen Guangke, who was squatting on the floor counting the cash checks earned from computing power leasing that week, looked up in confusion.

"Shenzhen."

Shen Yan offered no explanation and walked out the door.

...

Five hours later, Shenzhen.

The air here was filled with the humid, hot smell of soldering flux and the cumin scent from barbecue stalls.

Chen Guangke, still in his expensive suit that he hadn't had time to change out of, stepped carefully on the oil-stained street.

His twenty-thousand-yuan leather shoes were ruined.

The surroundings were full of narrow stalls, only two meters wide, piled high with dismantled graphics cards, motherboards, and data cables tangled like a mess of hemp rope.

"Brother Yan, did we take a wrong turn?"

Chen Guangke covered his nose, sidestepping a porter carrying a large box.

"With our current status, even if we wanted to recruit someone, that's what headhunters are for. Why bother coming to this... slum?"

Shen Yan ignored his complaints, his gaze locked onto the small, dilapidated shop ahead with the sign "Hongda Precision Repair."

If it weren't for the system navigation, who would have thought that a genius who was once nearly nominated for the Nobel Prize in Physics would be hiding in a place like this fixing home appliances.

The storefront wasn't large, maybe only ten square meters.

Several discarded CRT televisions were piled at the entrance, resembling a heap of dead industrial monsters.

An old man wearing a yellowed white undershirt and flip-flops was squatting on a small plastic stool.

He held a soldering iron in his hand and had the stub of a cigarette, extinguished long ago, dangling from his mouth.

Opposite him, a middle-aged man with a large, fat head and ears was pointing at the old man's nose and cursing him.

"Old Xie, can you fix it or not?"

"This is just a rice cooker, and you insisted on adding some coil inside! Now look, the rice comes out half-cooked!"

"Forget about the fifty yuan labor fee. You have to compensate me for the pot too!"

The Fat Boss spat profusely.

The man called Old Xie was not angered. He just rubbed the inner pot of the rice cooker with his calloused hands, his eyes dull as a wooden puppet.

"It's not the coil's fault."

Old Xie's voice was hoarse, as if polished by sandpaper.

"It's the wave."

"The electromagnetic wave frequency is wrong; the water molecules inside the rice didn't resonate."

"Crazy!"

The Fat Boss was so angry he kicked over the toolbox next to him.

"I asked you to fix the pot, and you're talking to me about waves? Get lost quickly, don't delay my business!"

Screwdrivers and multimeters scattered all over the floor.

Chen Guangke frowned as he watched.

"Brother Yan, is this the person you were looking for? Isn't this just an old repairman with a screw loose?"

Shen Yan didn't speak and walked straight over.

He bent down, picked up the rusty screwdriver from the ground, and gently placed it on the workbench in front of Old Xie.

Old Xie didn't even lift his eyelids, still staring intently at the rice cooker, muttering to himself.

"Frequency is wrong... collapsed... it all collapsed..."

"Do you feel like you're missing a coherent control variable?"

Shen Yan's voice wasn't loud, but it was like a needle, precisely piercing the protective film of madness surrounding Old Xie.

Old Xie's cloudy eyes suddenly darted.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze passing over the pile of junk, focusing on Shen Yan for the first time.

"What did you say?"

"You want to maintain the quantum superposition state at room temperature; that approach is correct."

Shen Yan ignored the Fat Boss, who was staring blankly beside them, and continued speaking to himself.

"But you use copper coils for magnetic field confinement, which is like using a fishing net to hold water."

"The dielectric constant is too high, the noise is too great; even a single photon disturbance can cause the entire system to collapse."

The cigarette stub in Old Xie's hand fell to the ground.

On his oil-stained face, the previous dullness and numbness instantly disappeared, replaced by a beast-like vigilance.

"Who are you?"

"Did those old-timers from the academy send you?"

"Tell them my paper wasn't falsified! It was their instruments that lacked precision! They were blind!"