There's something wrong with me

Chapter 164 Mass Production and New Plans
The next day, early in the morning.

Xiacheng, the First University.

Zhuang Liangjun is a third-year student here and the son of a couple who are doing scientific research.

"Professor Zhuang, are you still studying while walking?"

"Professor Zhuang, you're saying your parents are doing ordinary research? That's impossible."

Right now, on the university campus.

Zhuang Liangjun, who seemed rather dull, was walking along the roadside while reading a book.

His classmates, who knew him, jokingly called him "Professor Zhuang".

Sometimes, he would go up as a teaching assistant in some electrical engineering professors' classes to help them.

He even tutored his classmates sometimes, teaching them courses in electrical engineering and materials science.

But it was precisely because Zhuang Liangjun was too formidable.

Over time, some students will become curious about what his parents do.

What kind of family could raise such a genius?
In addition, during Zhuang Liangjun's college years, his uncles and elders always helped him with things like moving his luggage and making his bed.

Some students became even more curious.

Don't his parents care about him anymore?
To be honest, Zhuang Liangjun didn't know the specific jobs of his parents either.

In my parents' words, he was a 'researcher at a big company'.

Before Zhuang Liangjun went to high school, he was very confident and even proud of his parents, thinking they were very capable.

Now, Zhuang Liangjun doesn't believe it, because his parents' knowledge completely surpasses his own.

He has already surpassed many professors within the university.

What do my parents do for a living?

Zhuang Liangjun's eyes were still on the book, but his mind remained curious.

But I could vaguely guess that his parents were probably engaged in some kind of unspeakable work.

It's not that his parents didn't hide it well.

Zhuang Liangjun was too smart; he could sense that his parents were highly educated and had great pride, so they would never stoop to the level of any organization that was driven by profit or capital.

Similarly, data centers have confidential protocols.

People inside are not allowed to leave unless absolutely necessary.

Even though data centers are now semi-public, everyone knows that they exist.

But where exactly is the data center located, and who are the people working there?

This is a secret.

Only the relevant high-ranking officials of each dynasty knew some of the specifics.

Just like Professor Zhao, who received two notebooks, when he gave lectures at foreign universities, the students only knew that Professor Zhao was very knowledgeable.

The specific details are known only to a select few in the West.

Because they need to protect Professor Zhao.

Armed forces departments in various regions should also coordinate and cooperate.

This has led most researchers to avoid going out if possible, as they don't want to waste the human resources within the base.

They wanted to reserve these resources for colleagues who needed to go out.

However, Zhuang Liangjun knew nothing of this; he only knew that his parents hadn't appeared for over a year.

I definitely think about it.

But Zhuang Liangjun also vaguely knew that his parents had more important things to do.

In addition, there was his parents' pride and ability, as well as things that were even more important than their own child.

The answer is obvious.

The greater good surpasses the individual family; such a project is bound to be of national, or even world, caliber!

Furthermore, given his parents' professional expertise, and the fact that they were both involved in a world-class project together.

Thinking of this, Zhuang Liangjun suddenly stopped in his tracks, two words popping into his mind.

'Superconductivity'

And it could be 'superconducting' research in data centers.

He felt that this answer should have a 75% 'hit rate'.

The remaining 25% is superconductivity independently developed by DaXia.

Besides that, he couldn't think of any other answers he needed to hide.

His current efforts to study are also aimed at getting to know his parents better, getting closer to them, and entering their social circle.

Jingle bell bell~
Just as he was thinking of his parents, perhaps by some unspoken connection, his phone rang; it was his mother calling.

"Mom!" Zhuang Liangjun was overjoyed and quickly answered the phone.

"Son," Mrs. Zhuang said, her voice a little hoarse, seemingly out of the blue, "you must study hard!"

"Mom, have you been crying?" Zhuang Liangjun was more concerned about something else. "Is there something that made you happy?"

He knew that his mother's voice would become hoarse the next day if she cried because of excitement.

"No, no, Mom's fine." Mrs. Zhuang didn't know how to explain, because there were regulations governing data centers.

Even in her current phone call, at least three departments are listening.

And the reason she doesn't go home and rarely communicates with her son is because her son is too smart.

If you say too much, then people will inevitably guess what you mean.

Sometimes, having a son who is too smart isn't a good thing.

"Son, your mother is fine." At this moment, Mr. Zhuang answered the phone, his tone like a teacher giving a lecture: "She just suddenly missed you and wanted to urge you on your studies."

How are your studies going?

My colleague told me that your paper has been published in the provincial journal. Don't get carried away by this small achievement.

'Is this what you call a small achievement?' The staff in the listening department had a few doubts when they heard this.

But thinking of yesterday's "collective celebration" at the base, and then of Zhuangzi's father's achievement of the "notebook of the times".

His child's small provincial-level paper is indeed a small achievement.

He thought to himself, and gave a thumbs-up to the person taking notes next to him, "That family is amazing."

"Focus." The recorder glared at him, then continued recording.

Simultaneously.

Faced with his 'strict father' and teacher-like lecture-like words, Zhuang Liangjun showed no tenderness or concern as he did with his mother, instead adopting a businesslike tone:

"Don't worry, Dad. I know what I'm doing and what my goals are."

By the way, Dad, I still have a paper to revise. Can I ask you for help with a key theoretical question about power data?
I haven't fully grasped this theory yet.

"You wrote it into your thesis without fully understanding it?" Mr. Zhuang said sternly. "Speak."

“Okay.” Just as Zhuang Liangjun was about to ask a question, he suddenly noticed that several classmates around him were instantly excited.

"Check the news! Superconductivity was discovered by the data center at 2:27 PM yesterday! Just now, the superconducting production project was officially finalized! It's 8:00 PM now, a global announcement!"

"Pioneers are the gods of technology!"

"Superconductivity has appeared?!"

"The data center is really stable. Such a big incident, and they managed to cover it up for a whole day?"

The students who were looking at their phones cheered, which attracted the attention of even more students.

At the same time, Zhuang Liangjun, for some reason, also smiled, feeling proud of the scientific breakthrough in our country.

But the next second, he thought of his mother crying with emotion yesterday, and the fact that the data center had kept it a secret for a day.

Zhuang Liangjun suddenly understood something and said to his father on the other end of the phone, "Dad, you go ahead and do your work. I can handle it myself."

He didn't want his own affairs to interfere with his parents' important work.

And even though he guessed it on the phone, he didn't say anything.

despair-

The phone hangs up.

at the same time.

The telephone room in the data center.

Father Zhuang shook his head and looked at Mother Zhuang, who was full of doubt. "I told you not to talk to your son, but you insisted on talking."

Now it's all good. Whether we hang up or not, our son should be able to guess where we work.

Fortunately, he didn't blurt out, "Dad, you work in a data center?"

Otherwise, we'll have to explain things properly to the security department.

Having a genius son isn't actually a good thing.

"Things have already come to this," Mrs. Zhuang said, pondering a solution. "How about we get the base to issue a work permit from a large company?"

“No need.” Mr. Zhuang shook his head again. “I’m going to go to the security department and tell them what our child has already guessed.”

Because the people in the information department probably realized what was going on very quickly from those words.

Our base has many behavioral and language analysis experts. Our child may seem to be saying a few seemingly nonsensical words, but they have probably already been thoroughly analyzed by them.

I also heard the cheers from their classmates on the other end of the line, and the words "superconductor" from yesterday.

It's not surprising that he could figure it out; after all, he's our precious son.

I originally wanted him to have a carefree life, but now he has to be subject to formal 'restraint'.

Sometimes, being too smart requires reporting it to others.

-

Inside the school.

Zhuang Liangjun looked at the phone after it was hung up, feeling very happy.

But he also knew that some things couldn't be asked directly.

It's enough if we're on the same wavelength.

And he felt that his father probably knew he had guessed it too.

Then, in less than half an hour...

Zhuang Liangjun, who was in class, knew he was right, but the scene was not what he wanted.

These were all scenes he hadn't even imagined.

And at this time.

He was holding a book, standing in front of the blackboard, acting as a professor's assistant.

And it's at the entrance again.

Five burly men who looked menacing appeared, followed by a reserved school principal.

At the same time, the burly man at the head of the group looked at the file folder in his hand and then at the stunned Zhuang Liangjun.
"Zhuang Liangjun, we are reporters from the city newspaper. We would like to interview you about something. Please come out for a moment."

Is this a group of reporters?
Zhuang Liangjun didn't believe it.

Nobody believed it.

But what can we do?
As instructed by the dean.

He could only follow the five reporters amidst the curious and speculative gazes of his classmates.

-

night.

Outside the gate of a residential complex in Xiacheng.

Mr. and Mrs. Zhuang got out of a bulletproof car.

At the same time, two special forces personnel got out of a car in the distance, and local armed forces personnel were on guard all around.

They were all protecting the couple who owned the house.

Tonight, Zhuang's father is going to confront his son, and this has been with his permission.

Because his son was subjected to a surprise inspection and interrogation today, and the result was that he passed all the tests.

And finally, an agreement was signed, which is a formal binding agreement.

This agreement is what the couple is going to discuss with their son today.

-

Click—

Open the door.

The couple came in and saw that their son had already prepared dinner: two simple dishes, one meat and one vegetable, along with a pot of rice.

"Mom and Dad, you're back." Zhuang Liangjun was very happy to see his parents, but he also had a lot of questions.

Zhuang's father glanced at him, then went straight to get his rice and eat.

"I'm back." Mrs. Zhuang looked at her son happily, but her expression soon turned serious as she began to speak about the matter.

Even if his son did nothing wrong.

However, they always correct their mistakes if they have them, and strive to improve if they don't; this has always been their outrageous style.

Similarly, Zhuang Liangjun also realized a mistake.

That is, even if you seem very smart and have guessed it, speaking nonsensically in public may make others suspicious of your parents.

To put it more seriously, that could very well constitute a crime of endangering the security of the imperial court.

Because his parents are people in secret.

Meanwhile, when Zhuang's father saw Zhuang's mother scolding him, he said while eating, "Don't think you're so smart. There are many people smarter than you."

You must always maintain a humble attitude.

"Dad, I understand!" Zhuang Liangjun replied respectfully.

"You guessed right." Seeing his son's sincere attitude, Zhuang's father also explained the reason for his return.

"We work in a data center."

"Really?"

Hearing his parents admit it to him personally.

Zhuang Liangjun was still somewhat unable to suppress his excitement, and given that this felt like a showdown, he couldn't help but ask:
"Mom and Dad, are you really in the data center? Have you met Pioneers? Have you spoken to Pioneers?"

Zhuang Liangjun's voice trembled when he spoke of the pioneers.

He never expected that his parents would actually be in contact with a 'god among men'!
Today, in the hearts of these new generation of science and technology college students, Zhang Feng is a god!

He is an unparalleled star of the century!

"I'm warning you, don't ask Mr. Zhang anything, and don't say anything either." Seeing that Mrs. Zhuang was about to say something, Mr. Zhuang interrupted her directly, "Jun Jun, if you want to see Mr. Zhang..."

"Rely on your own abilities and work hard to get in."

Zhuangzi's father did not mention anything about the notebook.

He was afraid his son would blurt out something inappropriate.

Of course, it would also be very painful to prevent Zhuangzi from talking about this.

-

Perhaps it was an incident involving clever trickery.

Zhuang Liangjun became more reserved, and devoted all his energy to his studies.

His goal became clearer: to get into the data center.

Four months after the "Little Cleverness" incident.

Senior year.

Because of his solid theoretical foundation, he was recommended by several school leaders and participated in the mass production of superconducting machines in Xia City as a senior student.

And I came across information about superconducting cores.

This made him thirsty for knowledge, and he absorbed new knowledge like a sponge, as if he had come into contact with a new ocean of knowledge.

He wanted to study hard, just like his parents, to contribute to the times and create a new civilization with the pioneers!
Of course, it cannot be denied that he wanted to meet the pioneer.

He felt that was the end of the road for 'researchers'.

It is a 'Hall of Fame' for scientific research.

Only during the period of participation.

He may appear to be wearing the blue hat of a skilled worker, but he can only observe and not practice.

He was still a 'new recruit'.

Similarly, during this period, knowledge of superconductivity and knowledge of mass-produced machines were not blocked.

Zhang Feng spread the word far and wide, involving various dynasties and institutions.

Furthermore, relevant technical personnel were dispatched to provide guidance to the other parties, instructing them on how to produce superconductors.

This can be considered as enabling the base personnel to combine theory with practice to some extent.

Of course, after teaching and practicing, people will come back.

And there's another important point.

That means that while instructors are away from home, they must still work an eight-hour shift.

Subsequently, the local authorities were required to ensure the supply of spirit stones and implement supervision, requiring instructors to wear them inside their clothing on their chests.

And during this period.

Replacing the superconductor in Z1 is a massive undertaking.

The replacement of the superconducting components in the computing power building is an even bigger project.

The global superconducting network and the construction of geomagnetic roads make this an even more massive project.

Not to mention the final mechanical platform.

Zhang Feng was overwhelmed by what he saw and felt that he needed to hurry up with his martial arts training.

In martial arts training, there is the matter of gene-based drugs, which needs to be rolled out.

Ultimately, this resulted in too many plans but far too few resources.

The original computing power building, along with the Z1 battery installation, had already consumed too many resources.

In the end, Zhang Feng decided to prioritize upgrading Z1 and mass production of superconducting materials.

Construction of the computing power building will be halted for now.

All relevant materials and resources should be invested in these two areas.

Gene therapy, on the other hand, is medicine, and can be discussed directly.

As for the mechanical platform architecture, there's also the lunar program and the planetary computing power system.

Zhang Feng thought for a moment and decided not to say anything for now.

Because their foundation is based on the democratization of superconductivity.

Currently, the production lines and various factories alone are already consuming a lot of Z1 energy.

Several of the computing power buildings have been shut down.

-

Eight months after the return.

Private office.

Zhang Feng saw a report; something had happened.

A martial arts incident occurred in a province, resulting in three deaths and sixteen injuries. It was a violent clash between evil forces.

This is the 161st martial arts incident in recent years.

But other incidents were not this serious.

However, the situation is getting more and more serious.

Zhang Feng also knew that reality was becoming increasingly absurd.

After all, the stronger a martial artist becomes, the more astonishing their destructive power will be.

When a punch can destroy a building, things will get even more outrageous if something goes wrong.

However, most martial arts incidents actually involve two martial artists fighting and accidentally killing each other.

However, it's unrealistic to prevent martial arts competitions and fights altogether.

for this matter.

Zhang Feng felt that they should find some places where they could fight, preferably places where they could have fun without getting hurt.

Regarding this answer, Zhang Feng thought of 'virtual reality'.

It's like a brain-computer interface used in games; you put on the helmet and immediately enter the virtual world.

And for now...

Superconductivity has already achieved the required level in terms of materials.

The superconducting quantum building at that time will also be able to calculate the variables of a world.

There are also brain-computer interfaces with superconducting nanoelectrodes that can accurately distinguish neuronal information.

Then comes the question of how to transform this information, which requires a major breakthrough in 'neurology'.

It's currently impossible to do in reality.

Even in the previous world, Chen Tiancai had not achieved this.

Of course, the bigger reason is that he focuses on superconductivity and mechanical platforms.

My mind wasn't on that.

But if that were possible, it would be possible to put a 'superconducting' device into one's head, enabling one to make phone calls, read news, watch videos, and even instantly enter a 'virtual network' anytime, anywhere.

Because of the properties of superconductivity, in addition to zero resistance, it also has 'wireless' characteristics.

Similarly, once superconducting implantation into the brain is achieved with precise results, and neurological breakthroughs are made, this will also be possible.

Then spiritual cultivation can also begin.

Because of the spiritual energy monitoring device.

However, neurology.

This is a major problem.

After much thought, Zhang Feng came up with two solutions.

1. Adventure World, copied.

Second, we will then store our spiritual energy in the pet and conduct a thorough study.

It would also be a good opportunity to learn from the 'Beast Taming' school of thought, absorb useful knowledge, and optimize one's own cultivation system.

Zhang Feng thought it was acceptable.

I'm happy too.

I felt happy after having a plan.

Zhang Feng looked at the small mud ball on the table; it was just a toy.

There were more than twenty of them on the table, just like when we were kids making clay balls.

Zhang Feng casually sculpted it a couple of days ago when he visited the planting base within the base.

But now there's only one left.

And this moment.

Zhang Feng looked over, and it was dispersed by the spiritual energy, instantly turning into scattered soil all around.

Under Zhang Feng's control, all the soil came together in the next second, turning into a fairly neat 'ceramic house'.

Instant processing, instant production.

The internal structure is not crude, and the overall architecture is quite reasonable.

This is the application of engineering and architecture with spirituality.

Zhang Feng has built a lot these past few days, but this one is the most beautiful.

A moment later, Zhang Feng looked at a wooden sword on the ground.

I got up and walked over.

It instantly came to our feet, then slowly floated up again.

It swayed for about ten seconds and then floated to about one meter.

call-

The wooden sword fell down, and Zhang Feng fell down as well.

I'm still not very familiar with this abstract 'sword control technique'.

But if it were replaced with a very wide wooden plank...

Then, using the principles of aerodynamics, he used spiritual energy to create several 'invisible spiritual wings' around his body.

It can fly for a while.

However, that big wooden board wasn't very attractive.

The spirit wings also need further optimization to provide more power and gliding techniques similar to those of birds.

Zhang Feng felt he really needed computing power.

Neurological research also provides an opportunity to hone one's cognitive and computational abilities.

(End of this chapter)