94: From Technological Warfare to Space Empire

As soon as Lin Yu finished speaking about making the technology freely available, the previously noisy studio fell silent instantly.

The hall was so full of spectators that you could hear a pin drop.

A full three seconds.

In those three seconds, some people forgot to breathe, some had their mouths open and forgot to close them, and some didn't even notice their notebooks slipping to the ground.

They all stared blankly at the young man at the front desk.

Only a few children, brought to the event by their parents, looked bewildered and helpless as they stared at the adults who had quieted down around them.

Isn't that what the book teaches? Why is everyone reacting so strongly?

At that moment, it felt as if something had exploded in their minds.

This is far beyond what they can accept.

Even if Lin Yu explained it simply after he finished, they would understand.

This is the path forward that the entire world has been cut off for nearly a century.

If it were really that easy, no one would have bothered with it for so long.

What seems like a simple formula actually requires countless trials and a large number of people to determine in the laboratory.

Not to mention the inherent dangers of organic chemicals; an explosion alone can take the lives of many engineers...

If he keeps it a secret, then it's a complete barrier.

Everyone understands the dangers of leaded gasoline, so unleaded gasoline will definitely be promoted vigorously in the future...

It's not an exaggeration to say that such a huge profit could buy up several small countries.

But now...

But now...

Now he's just giving it away for free?!?

Anyone can get involved now?!

Some quick-thinking individuals even conceived the idea of ​​using Lin Yu's technology to open a company that produces industrial ethanol from straw and thus become wealthy.

After everyone had processed the information and woken up...

at last.

The belated applause exploded like thunder in the studio!

There was no longer a trace of that polite, restrained applause.

Instead, they mustered all their strength and kept clapping even when their palms turned red.

Their hands were numb, and their faces were filled with fanaticism.

Several elderly engineers with gray hair in the front row stood up from their seats.

Then, the middle-aged people around them.

The young people in the back row.

Row after row, column after column.

Like a raging torrent crashing against the shore, without a moment to catch their breath, they all stood up together.

There was no organization, no call to action.

The hundreds of people in the audience stood up straight and clapped with all their might.

Even the children were affected by this emotion, their little faces turning red as they shouted and jumped around.

Standing on the stage, Lin Yu was somewhat at a loss, overwhelmed by the spectacle.

I subconsciously took a half step back, wanting to say something, but found that all I could hear through the microphone was my own rapid breathing.

He was also shocked by people's reactions.

The sole purpose of disclosing technology is to create an industry chain, allowing people at both the upstream and downstream levels to enter the field.

Providing employment and wealth creation programs can break many monopolies.

It can also help eliminate technological barriers as much as possible and enable transformation as quickly as possible.

Those who dare to fight and take risks can ride this wave of opportunity he created, both to get rich and to achieve their goals as quickly as possible.

According to his ideal teacher.

This is called establishing a united front.

This is called making many friends and few enemies.

But he never considered himself a saint like a teacher; he was just using some tricks to achieve his own goals.

Can...

Looking at the applause from below the stage, Lin Yu felt a surge of excitement and exhilaration, his adrenaline pumping through him.

Only then did I finally gain a new understanding of the book's contents.

Yes, that's it.

The sun at eight or nine o'clock is still the sun.

This is the noble and righteous path we must take!

"good!!!"

Someone in the crowd shouted something, and then cheers erupted from all sides.

They were all shouting themselves hoarse.

"Well done, Director Lin!"

"This is a true scientist!"

"Technology made public! Great! Excellent!"

The cameras below the stage were still running, and the cameraman's hands were shaking as he carried the equipment. He had been a cameraman for more than ten years and had never seen such a scene before.

No one deliberately designed this process; it's a genuine outpouring of public opinion!

Moreover, the people sitting here are all highly educated individuals; it is truly rare for something to excite them collectively.

In the control room, the chief director, Chen Guoliang, ripped off his headphones and slammed them hard onto the control panel.

Then he suddenly stood up, his eyes red, and gave Lin Yu a thumbs up on the screen.

"This kid... he's got talent!!!"

Several young female directors nearby were already in tears.

They didn't know what ethanol gasoline was, nor did they know what octane rating was.

But they understood the meaning of "free" and "open".

I understood the candor of a young person who hadn't even graduated yet, willing to share his research findings with the entire nation.

There was no ulterior motive, no hidden agenda.

He alone displayed the same magnanimity as the nation.

When encountering mountains, they cut through them; when encountering rivers, they build bridges.

This is what the young people they've nurtured for most of their lives should be like.

That's exactly the kind of youthful vigor we're looking for, the kind of spirit that can change everything!

"Quick! Quick! Cut to audience reaction! Cut to audience reaction!"

The director, his voice trembling with tears, frantically directed the camera switching.

The camera pans across the audience.

So, that evening, the following scene appeared on television:

People wearing Zhongshan suits, Dacron shirts, and work clothes.

Some were clapping enthusiastically, some were wiping away tears, and some were clapping and nodding vigorously while muttering something.

An elderly engineer wearing reading glasses spoke loudly into the camera:

"I've been in the petrochemical industry for thirty years, and I've never seen anything like this! Never!"

The people next to him tried to pull him to sit down, but he refused and just stood there, clapping towards the stage.

......

At the same time, in a secluded mansion in Beijing.

Wu Xiangrong slumped on the sofa, his face ashen. The cigar in his hand had long since gone out, and ash had fallen all over his pants, but he was completely unaware.

On the television screen, Lin Yu spoke as calmly as if he were giving a lecture.

"Angkor..." the henchman beside him said cautiously.

"Shut up!"

Wu Xiangrong suddenly stood up and kicked over the coffee table.

The ashtray, teacup, and fruit plate on top crashed and shattered all over the floor.

"Free to release?! How the hell can this be free to release?!"

He was panting heavily as he paced back and forth in the living room.

Like a wild boar with its eyes red with anger.

The other private factory owners sat to the side, their faces grim, as if someone had been missing from their homes.

"This is it, we're doomed."

Li Nanming murmured, "Our batch of goods?"

"Buy my ass!" Wu Xiangrong roared!

"Who would dare order our goods now?! Didn't you hear what he said? Lead poisoning! Blood lead levels too high! Decreased IQ! Who would dare fill up their tanks with our fuel in the future?!"

"But we've already sent someone..."

"Looking for someone?" Wu Xiangrong sneered.

"Where are the people you hired? How many reporters and cameras are outside right now? Would the people you hired dare to lay a finger on him?"

He walked to the window, abruptly pulled back the curtains, and angrily pointed downstairs, telling them all to come and see.

Outside the window, several police cars were parked quietly across the street, their headlights off, but you could vaguely see people sitting inside.

We're not here to arrest him. We're here to protect that kid.

They didn't even bother with pretense; they just blatantly told him that they were there to keep an eye on him.

It's best not to move around!