64: Chapter 64 The Future of the Nation!

Third Microelectronics Equipment Research Institute, Core Laboratory.

The faint glow of the screen reflected on Wei Jiancheng's bloodshot face and illuminated the dozens of astonished faces behind him.

All was silent.

Only the "click-clack" of the mouse wheel scrolling could be heard, tapping clearly against everyone's eardrums.

Subfolders were lined up one after another on the screen.

"Precision Machining and Assembly of Electron Beam Injectors"

"Real-time Monitoring Model for the Superconducting Acceleration Cavity Cooling Circulation System"

"Full-Process Operating Guide for Step-by-Step Tuning of Undulator Magnetic Field Arrays"

...

Every folder corresponded to a concrete engineering implementation plan detailed enough to make one's scalp tingle.

In the laboratory, all the researchers stood rooted to the spot, staring intently at the screen, even subconsciously holding their breath.

After a long while, a researcher with graying hair at the temples spoke with a dry throat and a strained voice.

"Director Wei... this... could it be..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

But everyone present understood the earth-shattering speculation left unsaid.

The entire task force had seen Director Wei being called away by Chief Engineer Lin just now.

Now he had rushed back in a flurry and, without a word, plugged in a hard drive he had just brought back.

Did they even need to wonder where this hard drive came from?

Wei Jiancheng didn't look back; his right hand on the mouse paused for a brief moment.

Then, he nodded.

"That's right."

"Chief Engineer Lin gave it to me."

The researcher swayed and took half a step back, his lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a single word.

The reactions of the other researchers around him were no better.

Someone subconsciously took off their glasses, rubbed their eyes hard, and put them back on, as if trying to confirm they weren't hallucinating.

Others were completely stunned, standing like statues as their thoughts ground to a halt.

These material names were clearly not broad directional guides, nor were they frameworks left for them to fill in the blanks.

They were clearly operational-level, fully realized engineering plans.

Hadn't they been soaking in the lab day and night just to translate the theoretical system Chief Engineer Lin provided earlier into executable engineering plans step by step?

As it turned out, even this step had already been paved for them.

"And."

Wei Jiancheng lifted his hand from the mouse and turned around.

"According to Chief Engineer Lin, this is only the first batch."

He deliberately slowed down his speech so that every word would hit home.

"There will be more to follow."

As these words landed, the atmosphere in the lab became even more heavy.

"There's more to follow?!"

A researcher finally couldn't withstand the extreme shock and murmured in a lost voice.

"Then doesn't that mean... the engineering plans for the entire Photolithography Machine, Chief Engineer Lin has already..."

He didn't dare finish the sentence.

Because the conclusion of this inference was too insane—so insane that saying it aloud felt like an insult to common sense.

But Wei Jiancheng's silence had already finished the sentence for him.

An irrepressible commotion broke out within the laboratory.

"Enough."

Wei Jiancheng's voice suddenly rose, cutting through the buzzing noise in the lab like a knife.

He turned around, his face—rough and reddened from staying up late—wearing an excitement that was so urgent it was almost fierce.

"The food has already been brought to our lips!"

"Next, there's only one thing: master it, digest it, and turn it into something real!"

He jabbed a thick finger heavily toward the screen.

"Chief Engineer Lin's meaning is clear: the follow-up materials will be sent over very soon!"

"We must start running!"

"We absolutely cannot let the next batch of 'food' arrive at our lips before we've swallowed the previous bite!"

"Is that clear?!"

"Clear!"

Dozens of roars converged into a torrent, loud enough to blow the roof off.

This group of men, young and old, who had dedicated their lives to scientific research, all had bloodshot eyes and clenched fists. The frustration and longing they had suppressed for too long transformed into skyrocketing drive at this moment.

At the same time, similar scenes were playing out in the laboratories of the Objective Lens Task Force and the Workpiece Stage Task Force.

One hard drive, one meeting; the mobilization and division of labor for each team were completed in the shortest time possible.

The processes were not exactly the same, but the results were identical.

Within a single day, the entire Lithography Machine Special Task Force was ignited by three small hard drives, entering an unprecedented, almost fanatical state of high-speed operation.

...

And when the researchers truly settled down to open the files in the hard drives layer by layer and digest them page by page, they realized that all their previous shock combined was still an underestimation.

"This... how the hell is this just technical data?"

In the meeting room of the Light Source Task Force, an old researcher responsible for the cooling system pointed at a parameter model on the projection screen, his face flushed with excitement.

"This is practically a book of standard answers—and one with detailed step-by-step solutions at that!"

On the screen, every detail regarding the cooling circulation system of the Superconducting Acceleration Cavity was clearly labeled.

From the material selection and bending angles of the pipes to the flow rate ratios and pressure thresholds of the coolant, and even redundancy plans for various sudden thermal radiation fluctuations...

Everything was as perfect as a work of art.

What they needed to do was no longer "research and development" or "tackling key problems."

It was merely "learning" and "replication."

This sense of happiness from reaping where they hadn't sown felt almost cruelly absurd to these veteran researchers who had spent half their lives hitting walls and falling into pits.

"Two days!"

Wei Jiancheng slapped the table, making the teacups rattle.

"At most two days. Replicate this entire plan in reality exactly as it is. Any problems?!"

"No problem!"

Answering him was a room full of scientific research fanatics with fanatical eyes, looking as if they had been injected with adrenaline.

Not a single person present felt that the time was tight.

Because the plan Lin Yuan provided didn't require them to understand or derive anything from scratch.

All the underlying logic was in the same vein as the previous theoretical system and was highly self-consistent.

The skeleton was already well-known to them; now that the flesh and blood had been delivered, it only needed to be applied gently to fit perfectly.

Thus, the core technical backbones of each group dove into the vast, priceless technical documents on the hard drives like hungry wolves pouncing on food.

Meanwhile, Lin Yuan was not idle either.

Like a ghost, he appeared irregularly in the laboratories of the various task forces.

Each appearance was brief; sometimes he would just stand by, watching the progress for a while and occasionally interjecting a sentence or two.

But the weight of those one or two sentences gave the researchers who were digesting the material a sense of sudden enlightenment every time.

Leng Yun and Qin Meng followed by Lin Yuan's side the entire time.

One was responsible for peripheral security, and the other for close protection; their division of labor was precise and their cooperation seamless.

They watched this young man stroll leisurely through the various cutting-edge laboratories, and saw those scientific experts, far older than him, acting like humble primary school students seeking guidance in his presence.

They also saw those technical barriers that were originally regarded as insurmountable chasms being easily flattened by a single casual remark from him.

These scenes constantly challenged Leng Yun and Qin Meng's professional understanding.

They finally understood what the definition of "Highest Protection Level" on that file truly meant.

Protecting him was not just about protecting one person.

It was about protecting this nation's... future!