97: Chapter 97 Their rules? I'm not playing by them anymore!

The "Kaitian" base, temporary meeting room.

The air was suffocating.

Lieutenant General Peng's words struck the hearts of the national treasure-level experts present.

A total embargo.

From a single special screw to a five-axis linkage machine tool.

This news was more suffocating than a hundred agents sent by Eagle Country.

The excitement and sense of triumph just ignited by the "Fuxi" counterattack were instantly extinguished by a bucket of ice water, leaving not even a wisp of smoke behind.

Academician Qian Zhenhua's wrinkled face instantly lost all color.

He leaned on the edge of the table, his body swaying as if all his strength had been drained.

"It's over..." the old man muttered to himself. "Everything is over..."

He knew better than anyone what this embargo list meant.

It wasn't a technical blockade; it was industrial castration.

"Our quantum light source module needs Germany's ultra-precision polishing machine."

"The superconducting coils of the Anti-gravity platform must rely on the CNC machine tools from Sakura Country."

"Not to mention the welding of the main frame, which requires the vacuum electron beam welding machine from Eagle Country..."

Every time Academician Qian Zhenhua spoke, the atmosphere in the meeting room grew heavier.

He raised his head, his cloudy eyes looking at the tablet Su Che had placed on the table.

On it were the most perfect blueprints for a Quantum Lithography Machine in the world.

But now, that blueprint had become a pie in the sky, a check that could never be cashed.

"The blueprints... what use are the blueprints?"

"We can't build it!"

"We can't even build the machines to make the parts!"

This old man, who had spent his whole life working in precision optics, looked like a helpless child at this moment, slamming his fist on the table with a dull thud.

Despair.

A despair deeper and more powerless than facing technical difficulties enveloped the entire meeting room.

This was a calculated move.

A straightforward, calculated move that let you see it, yet you could never touch it.

They simply wanted to tell you: I set the rules, I paved the track; if you want to play, you have to kneel.

Lieutenant General Peng's teeth chattered, his heart aching as he looked at the deathly gray expressions on the faces of these pillars of the nation.

He wanted to say a few words to boost morale, but when the words reached his lips, he realized that any language seemed so pale in the face of the four words "industrial foundation."

Just in this dead silence, an inappropriate sound rang out.

"Gulp."

Su Che swallowed the last of his soy milk and tossed the empty cup into the trash can.

From beginning to end, he hadn't looked at the embargo list, only focusing on his breakfast.

At this moment, he finally finished eating.

He raised his head, scanned the disheartened titans in the meeting room, and scratched his head.

"Seniors, is this... a collective emo moment?"

Academician Qian Zhenhua looked up at Su Che's heartless face, and a surge of blood rushed to his head.

"How can you still eat at a time like this!"

"We are discussing the fate of the nation! The life and death of our country's entire industry!"

"Oh."

Su Che replied, walking slowly to the whiteboard in the meeting room and picking up a marker.

"So, why do we need to use their machines?"

He turned around, looked at Academician Qian Zhenhua, and asked a question that sounded inconceivable to everyone.

Academician Qian Zhenhua was stunned.

"If not theirs, whose? Do we have our own?!"

"We don't."

Su Che nodded, admitting it quite straightforwardly.

"Then that's it!" Academician Qian Zhenhua was so angry he wanted to throw his cup.

"So," Su Che drew a crooked cube on the whiteboard, "we'll just build a new set."

In the entire meeting room, everyone looked at Su Che with the eyes of someone looking at a madman.

Build a new set?

Do you know what you are saying?

That's not a piece of equipment; that is the entire precision industrial system that a country has spent half a century accumulating!

"Nonsense!" A mechanical expert finally couldn't help but stand up. "Chief Engineer Su, I admit that you are a genius in theoretical physics and algorithms, but industrial manufacturing is a different matter! A five-axis linkage machine tool involves materials science, precision transmission, CNC systems... dozens of categories, tens of thousands of patents! We can't catch up even in twenty years if we start from scratch!"

"Who said anything about catching up?"

Su Che retorted.

He threw the pen down, walked to his laptop, and connected to the projector.

On the screen appeared a familiar image—the lattice structure diagram under a high-power electron microscope.

That was the perfect lens they had "grown" three days ago.

"Academician Qian, seniors."

"We can make atoms grow into a lens one by one according to our will."

His fingers tapped on the keyboard, and the image on the screen changed, revealing a complex 3D model of a mechanical part—the core component of a five-axis linkage machine tool, the dual-swivel head spindle.

"Then why can't we let atoms grow into this thing one by one?"

Everyone in the room froze in place.

Growth?

Using the method of crystal growth to "grow" a mechanical part?

This...

This is no longer science fiction; this is mythology!

Academician Qian Zhenhua stared blankly at the complex spindle model on the screen, then looked at the perfect lattice diagram next to it.

A thought, insane to the extreme yet logically perfectly self-consistent, shattered all the industrial understanding he had built up over decades.

That's right...

Since atomic stacking can be controlled, theoretically, any object with atomic-level precision can be manufactured!

Then what need is there for cutting? What need for grinding? What need for assembly?

That is defining the final form directly from the beginning of creation!

"This..." The mechanical expert opened his mouth, but could only say one word before he was trembling too much to continue.

"Their rules are cutting, grinding, polishing, and welding."

Su Che's voice carried a lazy yet overbearing tone.

"I'm done playing." He turned his head. "From today on, our country's industry is called 'Growth'."

At this moment, there was no shock, no questioning in the meeting room.

They were all looking at the young man standing in front of the projection screen.

That was not a scientist.

That was a god preparing to smash the old world to pieces and then redefine the rules.

Lieutenant General Peng looked at Su Che's back and slowly let out a breath of stale air from his chest.

He walked to Su Che's side, not asking about any technical details, but simply pressing his hand heavily on his shoulder.

"What do you need?"

Su Che's gaze returned to his laptop screen, and in his mind, the system panel had already lit up.

[Current host has accumulated skill points: 2000 points]

[Permanent 50% discount on "Kaitian" project-related technical blueprint redemption!]

[Unlock redemption authority for the full set of auxiliary technical blueprints for the Quantum Lithography Machine!]

His consciousness swept rapidly through the redemption list.

[Auxiliary Technology: Atomic-level Directed Energy Deposition Technical Scheme]

[Redemption points: 1500 points (original price 3000 points)]

[Auxiliary Technology: Quantum Field Constraint Molding Force Field Construction Blueprint]

[Redemption points: 1000 points (original price 2000 points)]

Not enough skill points.

Su Che frowned slightly, quickly switching to the side mission list.

[Side mission triggered!]

[Mission Name: An Old Friend's Rebirth]

[Mission Content: Academician Wu Mengda's wheelchair is creaking, just like his heart that refuses to admit old age. Please modify a lighter, smarter mobility tool for this pillar of the nation, so that his pursuit of science will no longer be hindered!]

[Mission Reward: 800 skill points.]

Su Che raised his head and looked at Lieutenant General Peng, a hint of slyness in his eyes.

"General, I need a larger workshop, all the scrap metal, and..."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the Germany precision machine tool in the corner that had become a pile of scrap iron due to the embargo.

"Drag that thing over to me, too."

"I want to use their corpses to build a brand-new engine for our country's industry!"