Name: My father is Zhao Dehan, and I hope he will become a dragon!

Miao Qing picked up the teacup, her fingertips trembling slightly.

To be honest, he was also unhappy deep down.

He wasn't unaware of Gao Yuliang's concession.

It started with freezing the list of cadres to be appointed.

Then, step by step, from the resumption of production at Dafeng Factory, to the exoneration of Sun Liancheng, the arrest of Cheng Du, the arrest of Chen Qingquan, and now the forced withdrawal of the Guangmingfeng project from Shanshui Group...

Every step the Han University gang takes is a retreat.

Miao Qingzheng, as the head of the provincial propaganda department, should have been the "mouthpiece".

It is also the sharpest sword of the Han University Gang.

In the past, I could easily make the other party explode and rise to the sky simply by relying on public opinion.

So what about Governor Liu?

They were still suppressed by the Han University gang and couldn't lift their heads.

But now...

Not the same.

Public opinion attacks have no effect on Zhao Dehan.

At first, they couldn't sway Zhao Dehan's mind, but once Zhao Dehan's political achievements became apparent, Miao Qingzheng could no longer easily slander or tarnish Zhao Dehan's reputation.

and……

Zhao Dehan's attacks on the Han University gang are not over yet.

A week ago, two of his close associates—one who wanted to be transferred to the position of director of the provincial radio and television station, and the other who wanted to be promoted to deputy director of the cultural department—were both rejected by Zhao Dehan on the grounds of "procedural irregularities and strong public reaction."

This is not a coincidence; it is a cleansing.

Zhao Dehan was systematically purging the Han University gang.

"Secretary Gao is too kind-hearted."

Miao Qing put down his teacup, his voice low, "He always tries to 'leave room for maneuver,' but Zhao Dehan is determined to uproot us completely!"

A glint of light flashed in Qi Tongwei's eyes: "That's exactly what I meant!"

He keenly sensed Miao Qingzheng's dissatisfaction.

The interests of the Han University Gang have been harmed. Your repeated concessions, Gao Yuliang, will only increase the dissatisfaction within the Han University Gang, leading them to stop obeying your orders.

If you can't protect everyone's interests, why should we listen to you?

Although you are a teacher and an alumnus.

However, the reason we elected you as the leader is so that you can protect everyone's interests.

Miao Qingzheng asked, "What's your opinion?"

Qi Tongwei took a deep breath: "I think if you don't fight back when the Han University gang has the strength, what will you have to fight when you've been reduced to bones?"

Miao Qing pondered for a moment, feeling that what Qi Tongwei said made a lot of sense.

Qi Tongwei leaned forward and lowered his voice: "Minister Miao, you wield the powerful weapon of public opinion, are you willing to be just a mouthpiece? The Guangming Peak incident is the breakthrough point!"

Miao Qingzheng said, "Explain in detail. Once the front page of the *Handong Daily* publishes it, and the internet follows suit, public opinion will escalate—even with Sha Ruijin backing him, Zhao Dehan will have to come out and explain!"

Miao Qing's eyes flickered.

He knew the risks involved, including offending Sha Ruijin.

But it's even clearer—

If they don't retaliate, the Han University gang will truly become a paper tiger.

He nodded slowly: "Okay. I'll review the manuscript myself, and the title will be yours—'A Mysterious Transfer of Industrial Land: Who's Giving Chongming Science and Technology the Green Light?'"

After a little thought, Miao Qingzheng came up with a feasible solution.

"Three key points to highlight: First, procedural violations—skipping the bidding and auction process!"

"Secondly, the transfer of benefits—the relationship between Zhao Dehan and his son!"

"Third, it undermines fairness—why don't other companies have a chance?"

Qi Tongwei sneered: "That's right! Ask Zhao Dehan—you keep talking about 'fairness and impartiality,' so why do the rules disappear when it comes to your own son?"

Miao Qing took a deep breath: "This matter is easy to handle, it's just a matter of Secretary Gao's side!"

"The teacher is getting old and wants to preserve the overall situation, but the overall situation...!" Qi Tongwei shook his head and sighed, "It's never been preserved by retreating, it's won through bloodshed. I think it's better to keep it from him for now!"

Miao Qingzheng nodded: "Okay! I'll arrange it. Tomorrow morning, reporters will go to Nanhu, photograph the vacant land, interview the workers, and investigate the industry and commerce bureau. The day after tomorrow, it will be in the newspaper. I want the people of the whole province to see—the so-called 'Executive Vice Governor' is nothing more than a doting father!"

Handong Province, Jingzhou City, Guangmingfeng Plot.

At six o'clock in the morning, just as dawn was breaking, the construction site was already bustling with activity.

Tower cranes stand tall, concrete pump trucks roar, and 300 workers work in shifts—clearing 500 acres of land within 72 hours.

The first pile was driven in 120 hours.

Meanwhile, in Zhao Chongming's makeshift cleanroom, another "construction" was quietly underway.

These professors were not idle at all; they immediately pulled Zhao Chongming along to conduct experiments.

Zhao Chongming was also extremely troubled.

It feels like there's no way to escape.

They were pulled together to discuss various feasible solutions.

At this moment, Zhao Chongming stood in front of the optical alignment platform, his forehead slightly sweaty, and the cuffs of his white coat stained with machine oil.

In front of him, seven elderly professors formed a semicircle, surrounded by a large group of students and their disciples, each holding a laptop and staring intently at the data streams jumping on the screen.

"Little Zhao!"

Academician Lin Zhenbang suddenly looked up, his eyes gleaming: "You just mentioned using adaptive Zernike coefficients to dynamically compensate for thermal drift—could we apply this idea to our lens testing next week?"

"sure."

Zhao Chongming nodded, quickly typing a few lines of code on the control panel. "I wrote the algorithm module last night, take a look—"

The screen refreshes, and a set of simulated curves unfolds smoothly: temperature change ±5℃ → residual aberration ≤0.03λ (far better than the ASML standard of 0.07λ)

"Amazing!"

Professor Zhou Bingyi slapped his thigh, "This is ten times more efficient than the solution our Tsinghua team used last year!"

Researcher Wu Qiming leaned closer and lowered his voice: "Kid, is your brain... equipped with a supercomputer?"

Zhao Chongming smiled wryly: "No, it's just that I'm not sleeping enough and thinking too much."

What he didn't say was that the torrent of knowledge that tore through his soul during the system's initiation still surges endlessly in his mind.

Every formula, every parameter, is etched into my very bones.

It comes easily to me.

He himself doubts whether the knowledge he actually possesses now is equivalent to that of several PhDs, at least ten or more.

"I need to go check on the construction site!" Zhao Chongming wanted to slip away.

"Come on, come on!"

Lin Zhenbang grabbed his arm: "Forget about the construction site. Who would dare to slack off on a national-level project? You have to get the coupling model of the dual-stage and optical system working today!"

"I..." Zhao Chongming had no way to express his bitterness.

Lin Zhenbang, beaming with excitement, exclaimed, "I have a feeling—by the end of this year, we'll really be able to light up this machine! I'm 86 years old this year, and hope is just around the corner!"

"Alright!"

Zhao Chongming was dragged to the control panel.

The professors immediately divided the work:

Zhou Bingyi adjusted the magnetic levitation feedback loop; Wu Qiming recalculated the immersion fluid boundary conditions; two materials science experts rewrote the lens coating process on-site…

Zhao Chongming, on the other hand, acts like the central nervous system, connecting the entire system.

When someone asked about the parameters, he answered them off the cuff;

Someone got stuck on the algorithm, so he drew the optimized path in three strokes;

Even a young PhD student, concerned about power supply noise, casually remarked, "Add an LC filter, use a ferrite inductor, not a hollow one—I tried it in the MIT lab last time, and the ripple could be reduced to below 2mV."

The room was full of people, yet not a single one could stump him.

Lin Zhenbang's eyes welled up with tears as he watched this scene.

He recalled that thirty years ago, in a rudimentary laboratory, he and his students used an oscilloscope to measure the characteristics of a transistor, and they even had to borrow a regulated power supply.

And today—

A group of China's top minds gathered around a young man, all for the sake of creating a lithography machine that belongs to China.

"This guy's brain is incredibly sharp!"

"Little Zhao..." Lin Zhenbang's voice choked with emotion, "Do you know? We're not building a machine, we're building the backbone of a nation."

To be honest, Zhao Chongming was somewhat moved and immediately nodded, saying, "Elder Lin, I understand. So—this year, it must be accomplished."