Returning to 1949, I decided to hand it over to the state.

When Jiang Fan woke up again, he had a splitting headache and a dry mouth, so he quickly grabbed a bottle of mineral water he had stored and drank it all in one gulp.

After a moment, his mind finally cleared, and he immediately glanced at his watch. He had slept for nearly twenty hours.

Twenty hours!

Jiang Fan was shocked: This doesn't count as sleeping, does it? This is practically unconscious!

But then he immediately remembered what had happened before he fainted, jumped up from the sofa, rushed to the bathroom, looked at himself in the mirror, and examined himself from left to right.

I'm still the same person, nothing has changed, and there's even a little bit of drool on the corner of my mouth.

There's absolutely no change.

Jiang Fan stood in front of the sink, staring at his ordinary face in the mirror, and remained motionless for a long time.

Trying to search my mind for calculus formulas and understanding did bring back some relevant memories.

But those are things I already learned in college, so there's no difference from what I'm learning now.

He tried "relativity" again, but his mind was still blank, with nothing but "E=mc²".

Jiang Fan felt a renewed sense of contempt for the shabby little laptop.

What happened to the promise of instant access to calculus, which even a four-year-old can understand?

Could it be that we shared loneliness?

Shouldn't I have become a real genius...?

So your "Humanity's Stars" project was just a facade?

Could it be that Alexandrov is really a fraud?

However, judging from the images shared by the small broken watch, it doesn't seem quite like that.

He stormed out of the bathroom, and his stomach, much to his dismay, began to rumble in protest.

Jiang Fan immediately ordered takeout, then sprawled back in his gaming chair, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Actually, if you think about it carefully, when that information floods into your brain, you do feel a sense of being filled up.

But after waking up, there was absolutely no effect.

But he also had a vague feeling that something had indeed remained in his mind.

Is it possible that Alexandrov's abilities can only be utilized in specific fields?

But where am I supposed to find a tank to test this out?

"Well, something is better than nothing."

Jiang Fan muttered to himself, and soon the takeout arrived.

As he ate his boxed lunch, he opened a webpage and began searching for the traces he had left in history.

First and foremost, it's the gas cylinder.

He typed "Ansteel gas cylinder" and pressed Enter.

This time, the outcome was completely different.

Anshan Iron and Steel Company successfully trial-produced its first batch of civilian gas cylinders in the early years of the People's Republic of China. However, due to limitations in steel resources and strategic planning, mass production was not achieved until the late 1970s, when they began to appear in households across the country. These samples are now preserved in the Industrial Heritage Exhibition Hall of the Anshan Iron and Steel Museum.

Jiang Fan paused in his eating.

Ansteel Museum?

The samples are still there!

He stopped eating and quickly scrolled down, finding another paper abstract about "The Early Product Development History of Anshan Iron and Steel in 1949," which included the following passage:

"According to the memoirs of veteran workers, the person in charge of the project at that time was an engineer surnamed Zhou who had returned from abroad."

"In his recollections, Zhou mentioned an old friend several times, saying that the friend had a deep understanding of the steel container manufacturing process."

"Unfortunately, this friend left Ansteel not long after for some reason, and his whereabouts are unknown."

Jiang Fan felt a mix of emotions upon seeing the explanation that their whereabouts were unknown.

This time, even surnames are not allowed to be mentioned.

So he continued scrolling down, and suddenly, an even more sensational news headline jumped into his view:

The earliest theoretical design of the Lop Nur "Pride Bomb" can be traced back to the military concept of technical cadres at Anshan Iron and Steel Group in 1949.

Jiang Fan quickly opened the paper and skimmed through it:

"Recently, the China Academy of Engineering Physics released historical archives on the early development of nuclear weapons."

"The archives show that in 1953, a technical cadre who was transferred from Anshan Iron and Steel Group to the Northwest Military Industrial Base submitted a technical report entitled 'On the Application Expansion of High Pressure Vessel Structures in Special Environments'."

The report put forward a highly forward-looking concept for the structure of pressure vessels, and its design idea is highly similar to the principle of the implosion initiation device of my country's first atomic bomb.

According to the records, the technical staff member's surname was Zhou, and he had participated in the trial production project of civilian gas cylinders at Ansteel.

He later recalled: "The design idea for the civilian saddle bottle did not come from me, but from a friend of mine."

Jiang Fan stared at the screen, completely stunned.

A technical staff member surnamed Zhou...

Transferred from Anshan Iron and Steel Group to the Northwest...

Zhou Chunsheng!

Zhou Chunsheng was actually transferred to Lop Nur?!

Jiang Fan was taken aback, not because he was surprised that he had made history through the man's words.

To his surprise, wouldn't Zhou Chunsheng's fate be completely changed?

Logically speaking, Zhou Chunsheng was originally just a mid-level technical cadre at Ansteel. Even if he retired later, he should have reached the level of a senior engineer in the mechanical field.

However, because of the gas cylinder blueprints and the principles of those pressure vessels that he brought with him, Zhou Chunsheng was transferred to the Northwest Nuclear Weapons Base in 1953.

"No, no..."

"The difference is just too big!"

"A high-pressure container and an atomic bomb detonator are worlds apart."

Jiang Fan muttered something under his breath, his brows furrowed, but then he thought that in those days, everything started from scratch, and there was a shortage of all kinds of talent.

Zhou Chunsheng has studied in Japan, understands mechanical structures, and has personally built steel containers that withstand high pressure, so he has a direct understanding of them.

At a time when atomic bomb development was still in the manual stage, such people were a scarce resource.

Therefore, based on these qualifications, Zhou Chunsheng was transferred away.

But once he got in, he still relied on his own abilities!

Jiang Fan leaned back in his chair, analyzing these possibilities, feeling a mix of relief and wistfulness.

Zhou Chunsheng, that kid, actually made a name for himself.

Although that place wasn't a very good place.

In the desert and Gobi, the wind blows stones around, and in summer, the sun can burn a person's skin.

But those who can leave their mark in that field are all national heroes.

"This could be considered a way of indirectly changing his fate."

Jiang Fan muttered something to himself, then began searching for his own name.

Type "Jiang Fan" and press Enter.

Numerous entries with the same name popped up:

A university professor, CEO of a listed company, an outstanding cadre in a county, a Bilibili content creator...

But none of them are related to 1949.

Sure enough, those who disappear halfway through have no right to leave their names.

Jiang Fan sighed inwardly, feeling helpless, and started shoveling rice into his mouth again, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

He wondered if he should go back and explain the situation directly to the factory manager and the others.

He told them that he actually came from decades in the future and told them about the future of China, explaining that he had come back to help the country develop as quickly as possible.

But then he thought, what if he was arrested as a mental patient?

No, I'd probably be mistaken for a spy.

People in that era were open-minded, but they didn't have such wild imaginations.

The concept of time travel is completely foreign to them.

However, Jiang Fan offered himself some psychological comfort:

Since I've done so much, shouldn't I get some special treatment?

At least Director He is an enlightened person, and he has solid achievements to show for himself.

After all, the Japanese all work at Ansteel, so I, a pure patriotic youth, should be able to do it.

But after offering comfort, another wave of anxiety would set in.

"Forget it, we can't rush this. We need to find a suitable opportunity to make a decision."

Jiang Fan threw the lunchbox into the trash can and looked back at the computer.

The most important thing right now is what to bring back this time.

According to watch rules, only one item can be brought in, and its volume cannot exceed one cubic meter.

I brought an entrenching tool last time, and it worked very well.

What about this time?