87: Why can't Chapter 87 be the fifth generation?

Looking at the prompt on the light screen, Lin Yuan didn't hesitate at all and issued the command again with practiced ease.

"Three!"

The next second the command was issued, a new torrent of information flooded into his mind.

A massive amount of knowledge quickly found its place in his extraordinary "photographic memory" brain, seamlessly interlocking with his existing cognitive system.

From an outside perspective, the entire process took no longer than the time it took for Lin Yuan to blink on stage.

As the last trace of the information flow settled, Lin Yuan lowered his eyelids, carefully feeling the vast knowledge system that had been added to his mind, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly.

Interesting.

The realization of this new lie deepened his understanding of the system's rules.

However, he didn't dwell on the details, quickly collecting his thoughts and pulling his attention back to reality.

The questioning from below the stage continued, but the atmosphere had shifted from initial shock to a near-frenzied zeal.

The next few questions mostly revolved around the specific framework of commercial cooperation and technology licensing models, no longer involving core technical details.

At this point, Chen Jingshan stepped forward at the right time and took the microphone.

As the helmsman of the Xia Academy of Sciences, he responded to each question with extremely official, rigorous, and airtight rhetoric.

From cooperation entry thresholds to intellectual property ownership and priority principles for capacity allocation, every question was handled flawlessly.

Lin Yuan took half a step back, standing quietly to the side and slightly behind.

Occasionally, during gaps when Chen Jingshan consulted him, he would add a sentence or two of technical explanation; the rest of the time, he just watched with a smile.

He had said everything that needed to be said.

The remaining work was meant to be handled by the Dean, an administrative veteran, to wrap things up.

Another ten minutes or so passed.

After answering the last reporter's question, Chen Jingshan placed the microphone steadily back on its stand and scanned the room.

"Thank you all for coming."

"Today's press conference is now concluded."

He turned slightly and raised a hand toward the entrepreneurs' section in the middle and back rows.

"Corporate representatives interested in discussing cooperation regarding the chip business may follow the staff's guidance to the dedicated meeting room on the second floor."

As soon as he finished speaking, the phalanx of reporters in the front row was the first to stir.

Hundreds of reporters sprang from their seats, squeezing their way out while putting away their recording pens; some had even pulled out their phones and started dictating drafts in the aisles.

The sound of footsteps was dense and hurried, carrying a near-manic urgency.

Everyone knew that for the content of today's press conference, every second earlier it was published meant another second of traffic.

Meanwhile, the corporate representatives who intended to stay rose one after another, straightening their suits and ties, and moved in small groups toward the direction indicated by the staff.

Dazed expressions from the shock of the press conference still lingered on many faces, but more than that was an irrepressible excitement and eagerness.

This was a game of cards that would rewrite fates, and no one wanted to be late.

On the internet, as news of the press conference's conclusion spread, an even larger storm of public opinion was rapidly forming across various platforms, its aftershocks spreading globally with unstoppable momentum.

...

To the side and rear of the press hall.

Lin Yuan and Chen Jingshan walked back through the same VIP passage door they had come through.

The heavy wooden door closed behind them, completely cutting off the boisterous noise outside.

The corridor was so quiet that one could hear their own heartbeat.

As soon as they entered, a tall figure came to meet them.

It was Qin Meng.

She didn't say a word, simply handing over a bottle of mineral water with the cap already unscrewed.

"Thank you."

Lin Yuan nodded with a smile as he took it, tilting his head back to take a large gulp.

After controlling the stage and speaking for so long, he was indeed thirsty.

The cool liquid slid down his throat, taking away some of the heat.

Just as he set the water bottle down, another rugged figure walked over quickly.

It was Wei Jiancheng.

He walked up to Lin Yuan and stopped, his eyes scanning Lin Yuan from head to toe.

"You kid..."

Wei Jiancheng raised his hand, and his large, fan-like palm slapped heavily onto Lin Yuan's shoulder.

He had a very strong grip.

"That performance on stage just now was damn well done!"

Wei Jiancheng's voice was a bit loud, even creating a slight echo in the corridor.

"Especially that part where you questioned them about the materials."

"Damn, that felt good!"

Wei Jiancheng made no effort to hide his excitement.

After being suppressed in the institute for so many years, having to act according to the whims of those foreign technological blockades every day.

Today's press conference had finally vented all the frustration that the Third Research Institute, and even the entire Xia Academy of Sciences, had pent up for years.

Lin Yuan held the mineral water bottle and smiled.

"Director Wei, you flatter me. I was just telling the truth."

Looking at Lin Yuan's unruffled manner, the smile on Wei Jiancheng's face suddenly faded a bit.

He rubbed his hands together, hesitating on the spot for a few seconds as if he wanted to say something but was holding back.

Then, looking at Lin Yuan, he suddenly lowered his voice, his tone filled with a deep sense of reluctance.

"Lin Yuan."

"Give me the straight talk... are you about to leave the Third Research Institute?"

The question was somewhat abrupt.

Even Chen Jingshan, who was walking ahead, stopped his steps to leave and turned to look over.

Lin Yuan's fingers gripping the water bottle paused slightly.

He looked at Wei Jiancheng's face, which was written with reluctance and helplessness, and gave a light laugh.

"Director Wei, why do you say that?"

Wei Jiancheng sighed and pointed at Lin Yuan.

"Don't you play dumb with me, kid."

"During the press conference, you specifically mentioned next-generation communication technology and that Underlying intelligent system."

"Those reporters don't understand the inner workings, but do you think I don't?"

Wei Jiancheng shook his head, his tone a bit bitter.

"The Third Research Institute's main focus is microelectronic equipment and Photolithography Machines."

"Communication network architecture, AI systems..."

"These things aren't even in our institute's key research sequence."

Wei Jiancheng's logic was very clear.

Since Lin Yuan had thrown out these two brand-new research directions in front of the whole world and even claimed to have 'some minor insights' already.

Then next, the country would definitely form top-tier research teams around these two fields for Lin Yuan.

The overall situation with the Photolithography Machine was already set; the remaining commercial mass production and technological iterations could be steadily advanced by the existing team.

Lin Yuan, the sharpest spear, was destined to cut into the next blockaded field.

This meant that his departure from the Third Institute was only a matter of time.

Hearing Wei Jiancheng's words, Lin Yuan neither admitted nor denied it.

He just held the water bottle, standing there quietly with a smile, saying nothing.

Seeing his reaction, Wei Jiancheng understood completely.

The old man's shoulders slumped, and he let out a heavy sigh.

Although he had been mentally prepared, now that the moment had arrived, he still felt a sense of emptiness.

Standing to the side, Chen Jingshan took in their interaction.

He stepped forward at the appropriate time, smiled, and spoke to break the somewhat heavy atmosphere.

"Old Wei, what are you sighing for?"

"Even if Lin Yuan goes to work on communications or systems, it'll still be within our Xia Academy of Sciences' sphere; he'll always be one of our Xia Academy people."

Chen Jingshan's words were both to comfort Wei Jiancheng and to subtly state his position to Lin Yuan.

No matter where Lin Yuan went next, the Xia Academy of Sciences would support him fully.

Hearing this, Wei Jiancheng gave a forced nod and said no more, simply stepping back to the side in silence.

After soothing his old subordinate, Chen Jingshan turned his head, his gaze falling back on Lin Yuan.

His attitude became serious as he cut straight to the point.

"However, Lin Yuan."

"That next-generation communication technology you mentioned on stage just now..."

Chen Jingshan lowered his voice slightly, his eyes fixed on the young man before him.

"Are you planning to push for the full-scale infrastructure of Fourth-generation communication technology nationwide?"

Chen Jingshan asked very directly.

In the current international situation, The Other Side of the Ocean had already occupied the first-mover advantage in Fourth-generation communication technology, aggressively claiming territory and setting standards.

Xia Country had been half a step slow with third-generation communication technology, finding itself restricted everywhere.

Now in the era of Fourth-generation communication technology, they were still being held back by foreign patent barriers; the annual patent fees alone were an astronomical figure that could make one cough up blood!

If Lin Yuan could really produce a complete fourth-generation technical solution that could bypass Western patent barriers in a short time.

Then Xia Country could forcibly tear an opening and truly stand tall in this battle for communication hegemony!

For the entire national strategy, its significance was no less than the birth of today's Photolithography Machine!

However.

Faced with Chen Jingshan's burning question, Lin Yuan only tilted his head slightly.

He didn't answer immediately, instead unhurriedly handing the mineral water bottle to Qin Meng behind him.

Only then did he speak.

"Dean Chen."

"Who told you that the next generation has to be the fourth generation?"

Chen Jingshan was slightly stunned.

Lin Yuan looked at him with a relaxed posture.

"Why..."

"Can't it just be the Fifth generation?"