111: Chapter 111 What is your forte?

[Current confidence: 33.3%...52.1%...78.9%...]

This string of light blue numbers climbed frantically in the depths of Lin Yuan's consciousness.

The speed was staggering.

Lin Yuan sat in a secondary seat on the rostrum, his eyes slightly lowered, the faint smile on his face not changing in the slightest.

Below the stage, hundreds of reporters had yet to recover from that sentence.

"It wouldn't take even half a year to get it done, would it?"

These words seemed to echo in the silent venue.

Was it absurd?

Of course it was absurd!

But as it happened, the person who said this was Lin Yuan.

He was a man who had personally crushed decades of Western semiconductor barriers in just two months.

When a person turns the "impossible" into "possible" and uses less than half the expected time...

...when he speaks again and says "it's not difficult"...

...should you believe him or not?

This question was tearing through everyone's minds.

Meanwhile, in the official livestream room, the bullet chat had completely turned into an impenetrable white waterfall.

"My god, Lin Yuan is treating the world's technological ceiling like a floor to step on!"

"Thank you so much, Lin Yuan. You call this 'not taking even half a year'? How are those experts The Other Side of the Ocean who've gone bald working on Fourth-generation Communication supposed to live!?"

"Seriously, every time I watch Lin Yuan's press conferences, I get a sense of unreality. How did our country's technological development speed suddenly become a blur?"

"Hahaha, and did you notice his tone? Is it possible that half a year is already the result of him intentionally slowing down to accommodate the endurance of us ordinary people?"

Countless bullet comments, carrying fanaticism and excitement, flooded the livestream's comment section into a boiling ocean.

And The Other Side of the Ocean.

At the very top floor of the headquarters of a well-known communication giant.

Around a large oval conference table, over a dozen board members and technical executives in suits stared intently at the screen.

The air pressure in the conference room was terrifyingly low.

A blonde man suddenly slammed the table and sprang up from his leather chair.

"Half a year?!"

"Fifth-Generation Communication Technology?"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

He leaned his hands on the table, his chest heaving violently.

"We've invested hundreds of billions and spent ten whole years polishing the draft of the Fourth-generation Communication protocols! We only started seeing concentrated results in the last two years!"

"And Xia Country hasn't even touched the edges of the fourth generation. How does he dare to jump straight to the fifth?"

"Not to mention, in just half a year?"

The conference room was deathly silent.

All the executives were as quiet as cicadas in winter; not one dared to look directly into the CEO's bloodshot eyes.

At this moment, a vice president in charge of global strategic layout stood up.

"Mr. President."

"The parameters Lin Yuan mentioned completely violate the existing limits of Shannon's Theorem, unless they have a revolutionary breakthrough."

"And I don't think such a breakthrough can be completed in just half a year."

The blonde man paced back and forth, his expensive custom leather shoes making dull thuds on the carpet.

"I'm well aware of that!"

"Those damn algorithms and protocols—we used the world's top laboratories, working day after day for ten years, to reach this point!"

The blonde man stopped and leaned his hands on the back of a chair.

"Does a kid in his early twenties really think that because he handled the Photolithography Machine, he can do whatever he wants in the communication field too?"

Although his words were bold, his fingers were restlessly scratching the leather back of the chair.

Several executives around the oval table looked at each other, none daring to speak in agreement.

Then, another director in charge of technical R&D wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Mr. President, that being said..."

The director hesitated, his gaze sweeping over Lin Yuan on the screen.

"But... but this is Lin Yuan."

"Now that he dares to give a six-month deadline at a globally broadcasted press conference, what if..."

"Shut up!"

The blonde man turned sharply and glared at the director.

"There is no 'what if'!"

"Semiconductor manufacturing is hardware engineering; maybe they got lucky and found some kind of shortcut."

"But communication protocols and underlying algorithms are math, logic, and the culmination of decades of accumulation!"

"There is simply no possibility of overtaking on a curve here!"

The blonde man roared loudly, his jaw trembling slightly from the exertion.

The fury and panic occurring The Other Side of the Ocean didn't affect the enthusiasm inside the Xia Country press hall in the slightest.

Lin Yuan's words from earlier were still echoing in the venue.

The reporters below the stage had their minds racing, countless thoughts intertwining in their heads.

Just then, deep in Lin Yuan's consciousness, that soaring progress bar finally crossed the finish line.

[Current Lie: Within half a year, implement Fifth-Generation Communication Technology and Brain-like Machine Intelligence technology.]

[Total confidence: 100%]

A light blue light screen flashed by.

Lin Yuan's gaze paused in the void for a moment.

It was done.

It went even smoother than expected.

The personal brand effect brought by the Photolithography Machine was simply the best catalyst.

Facing the system's subsequent prompts, Lin Yuan did not choose to manifest it on the spot.

He just smiled faintly, perfectly restraining the sharpness in his eyes, and added a sentence into the microphone.

"That's all for the introduction of these two technologies for now."

"After all, no amount of verbal description is as substantial as everyone witnessing it with their own eyes."

He gently pushed the microphone away and made a "please" gesture, signaling the end of his speech.

Then, the press conference continued.

Several other heads of relevant departments on the stage also spoke in succession.

From industrial policy, resource scheduling, talent reserves, and other aspects, they expressed unreserved and cost-no-object full support for this newly established National-level special task force.

Each speech was short and powerful, without any nonsense, yet they collectively released a crystal-clear signal—

Full support!

Finally, Zhou Ping took back the microphone, his steady voice spreading across the venue.

"Next, we will move to the reporter Q&A session."

As soon as he finished speaking...

"Swish, swish, swish—"

Below the stage, countless arms shot up in an instant, standing like a forest.

Zhou Ping casually pointed to a domestic female reporter wearing glasses in the front row.

The female reporter's hand trembled slightly as she took the microphone, but she forced down her excitement and asked the first question at a very fast pace.

"Hello, Director Zhou. I would like to ask, is the 'six-month' deadline mentioned just now by Chief Engineer Lin Yuan the internal expected goal of the special task force?"

This question was very well-posed, directly pointing to the issue everyone was most concerned about.

Hearing this, Zhou Ping did not hesitate for a second and gave a categorical answer.

"Yes."

One word, loud and clear.

Having received the final official confirmation, the flashes at the scene went into another frenzy.

Immediately after, the second opportunity for a question was given to a reporter from a world-renowned news agency.

The reporter stood up, but his gaze bypassed Zhou Ping and locked directly onto Lin Yuan sitting to the side.

"Hello, Mr. Lin Yuan."

"From Photolithography Machines and high-end chips to the current Fifth-generation Communication networks and Brain-like Artificial Intelligence."

"The fields you have ventured into span multiple cutting-edge disciplines such as microelectronics, materials science, communication engineering, and computer science."

The reporter paused and threw out a question that silenced the whole room.

"I would like to ask, which aspect exactly..."

"...are you best at?"