Brother, just how powerful is our family?

It was evening, on the second floor of Qin's Convenience Store.

The streets outside the window gradually quieted down, the crowds had long since dispersed, and only a few black Mercedes-Benz G-Class cars remained quietly parked on the roadside, with security personnel standing guard nearby.

Qin Feng's family sat around the sofa in the living room, with chrysanthemum tea brewed by his mother on the coffee table, steaming gently.

This is the first real family reunion in two years.

"Brother, you're planning to invest in our hometown. What exactly do you want to do?" Qin Yang sat cross-legged on the sofa, munching on an apple, his eyes sparkling as he looked at Qin Feng.

Qin Feng leaned back on the sofa, holding a teacup in his hand, and pondered for a moment: "Make high technology."

"Pfft—" Qin Yang almost choked on the apple. "What? High-tech? Bro, you're not kidding, are you?"

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Qin Feng retorted.

Qin Yang put down the apple, carefully observed his brother's expression, and then confirmed that his brother was serious.

He scratched his head: "Brother, I'm not trying to discourage you, but our place... Huai County, Shenyang, and even the whole of Henan Province, don't really seem to fit the description of 'high-tech,' do they?"

"Why?" Qin Feng asked.

"Look," Qin Yang began, counting on his fingers, "First, the infrastructure is poor. We're far from the coast, logistics costs are high, and transportation is inconvenient. Second, we lack an industrial base. We don't even have many traditional industries, let alone high-tech industries. Third, and most importantly—we lack talent!"

He became more and more agitated as he spoke: "Brother, do you know the current situation in Henan Province? It's a populous province with millions of college entrance exam takers every year, but there's only one 211 university in the province! Just one! Millions of students are vying for such a small number of spots, it's a mad rush! Those who do well either go to Beijing or Shanghai, or to other provinces' 985 or 211 universities, and after graduation they stay there. Who comes back?"

Qin Yang's voice was filled with resentment: "My high school classmates, those with good grades, are now in Beijing, Shanghai, Shenzhen, Hangzhou... When we chatted occasionally in college, people would ask me where I was from, and I would say Henan Province. Their first reaction would be... Oh, that place."

He paused, his voice lowering: "Sometimes online, I see people saying things like, 'We're poor, we have low moral character,' even linking it to manhole covers... It really hurts me. But what's the use of feeling bad? We're poor, our development is slow, we can't retain talent, it's a vicious cycle."

The living room fell silent. Mother sighed softly, and Father smoked in silence.

Qin Yao whispered, "I study in Zhejiang Province, and sometimes... I can feel some strange looks from others."

Qin Feng listened quietly. He understood everything his younger brother was saying.

Henan Province, as a major province in the Central Plains, was once the center of Chinese civilization, but in modern times, due to various reasons, it has indeed fallen behind.

Population outflow, industrial backwardness, and lack of educational resources... these are all realities.

"And then there's the high-tech industry," Qin Yang continued, "Right now, China and the US are locked in such a fierce battle over chips, with China holding the other back completely. We can't even build a 28-nanometer lithography machine, let alone 7-nanometer or 5-nanometer ones. And then there are materials; the gap in basic materials is enormous. Batteries for new energy vehicles—range and safety are all problems..."

He gave a wry smile: "Brother, it's not that I don't believe you, but high technology isn't something you can just buy with money. It requires top talent, a complete industrial chain, and decades of technological accumulation... We don't have any of that here."

After listening to his younger brother's words, Qin Feng gently put down his teacup: "You're right. Under traditional thinking, this place is indeed not suitable for developing high technology."

"Then why..."

"But that's the traditional way of thinking." Qin Feng interrupted him. "Yangyang, you've forgotten one thing—I, Qin Feng, never follow the traditional path."

Qin Yang was stunned.

Qin Feng stood up: "You say there's no talent. But I have talent—the best scientists, the top engineers, I can have as many as I want."

"You say you don't have the technology. But I do have the technology—chips, materials, energy, artificial intelligence... whatever technology you need, I have it, and it's the most advanced."

"You say there's no industrial foundation. That's okay, I can build a complete industrial chain from scratch."

He looked at his younger brother and said, "I have plenty of money. So, all the problems you're worried about are not problems for me."

Qin Yang opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found himself speechless.

Yes, my brother has already demonstrated too many incredible capabilities—deploying special forces from Africa to northern Myanmar overnight, possessing uninterceptable intercontinental ballistic missiles and nuclear weapons...

With a brother like that, what's impossible for him to get into high technology?

"But brother..." Qin Yang couldn't help but ask, "Even if you have talent, technology, and money... why do it here? Wouldn't it be easier in Shenzhen, Shanghai, or Beijing? Those places already have a foundation..."

"Because this is my hometown," Qin Feng said simply. "Because I don't want young people from Henan Province to leave their homes for survival and be looked at with strange eyes. Because I want to show those who say 'Henan Province only has manhole covers' that world-class high technology can also be born here."

He walked back to the sofa and sat down, his tone calm but firm: "Yangyang, you're right. Henan Province lacks a good university. Then we'll build one—no, several. We lack high-tech enterprises, so we'll establish them—make them world-class. We lack job opportunities, so we'll create them—allowing young people to find good jobs right at their doorstep without having to go out."

Qin Yang was stunned by his brother's words. He wasn't unfamiliar with similar grand pronouncements, but hearing them from his brother's mouth felt completely different—they weren't empty slogans, but rather... a plan that was about to be realized.

"So... which field do you want to start with?" Qin Yang asked.

Qin Feng pondered. The problem his younger brother had just mentioned was precisely what China was currently lacking—chips, basic materials, new energy batteries... these were all critical technologies that were holding them back.

And all of these technologies are in his system knowledge base.

"Chips," Qin Feng said. "Let's start with chips."

"Chips?!" Qin Yang's eyes widened. "Brother, do you know how complex the chip industry is? Design, manufacturing, packaging, testing... just one lithography machine alone has crippled countless companies!"

"I know." Qin Feng nodded. "But I also know that the reason we are being held back is not because we are stupid or because we don't work hard, but because we started late, have little experience, and are blocked by patents and technological barriers."

"Then how will you break through?"

"We're using a completely new technological approach," Qin Feng said. "Silicon-based chips are nearing their physical limits, and everyone is looking for the next generation of chip technology. Carbon-based chips, quantum chips, photonic chips... these are the future."

He paused, then added, "And I have all the technology of this future."

Qin Yang gasped. Carbon-based chips? Quantum chips? These are technologies still in the laboratory stage, and his brother actually claimed to have "all the technology"?