There's something wrong with me

In the blink of an eye, another half year passed.

Two years after the return.

Inside the 'Neurology' department, which was officially established a year ago, in Hall 4 of the Data Center.

Zhang Feng looked at the report in his hand while also looking at a specialized vocabulary book on neurology.

Because he wasn't very familiar with it.

When Zhang Feng saw some terms in the report, he needed to translate them.

But after more than a year of diligently studying neurology.

Zhang Feng felt that he should be considered to have entered the field.

At least he could understand most of the professional terms.

However, he also knew that his previous idea about neurology was a bit fantastical.

Because the research topic of using 'superconducting chips' to analyze 'neuron signals' ran into a major difficulty at the very first step.

That was how to distinguish the signals.

It's important to know that everyone's brain has a different structure and different thoughts.

Even if this could be overcome with the quantum precision of superconductivity to achieve a perfect connection, how could one make people feel truly immersed?

This problem had troubled many researchers for a long time.

Finally, someone proposed a bold idea.

That was to have the superconductor create interference in specific brain regions' activity and then send signal instructions to the brain.

This way, a sensory immersion could be achieved.

Finally, by wearing certain glasses, imaging within the field of vision could also be accomplished.

At that time, people could lie down and perform various operations in the virtual world just by thinking in their minds.

The combination of the computing power building and wireless superconductivity could achieve such precision.

But whether it would cause damage to the brain was unknown.

Furthermore, analyzing neurons was also a major problem.

The human brain has always been a mystery that humans could not solve.

And this also involved topics in biology and genetics.

Finally, the biggest problem arose.

If biological and genetic resources were to be used.

Then it would affect the production and calculation of various medicines and spirit stones.

It seemed like neurology, but in the end, it still came back to delaying the resources of the other major areas.

Zhang Feng was troubled by this, not knowing where to prioritize resources.

After all, there was still one year until the adventure world.

This year couldn't be wasted.

Ultimately, projects like superconductivity were progressing in an orderly manner, destined to make great strides.

Other industries, only needed to wait until the cost of superconductivity came down, and then they could also achieve a great leap forward.

Everyone was making progress.

Only the issue of 'virtual reality' in neurology had become a new challenge.

But as long as it appeared, it was bound to be another major breakthrough, driving various industries.

Zhang Feng could also use the principle of virtual reality to simulate various adventure scenarios within it.

However, if only the neurology personnel were to work on this, the progress would not be significant, especially since it also delayed a lot of calculation resources.

If other personnel were reallocated, and he happened to figure it out in the next world, it would be a waste of effort.

And if he couldn't figure it out in the next world, or if there was no relevant technology.

Then it would be delayed in reality.

Zhang Feng suddenly felt that being a leader was difficult, because it seemed like every decision was right, and every decision was also wrong.

This was a very special new experience.

Also on this day.

Zhang Feng looked at the resource allocation plan for the future, didn't finalize it immediately, but was instead torn, sighing in his heart:

'No matter what I do, it feels wrong, and no matter what I do, it feels right. This experience is quite absurd.

Can't many things be a bit more black and white?'

Zhang Feng thought to himself, which was just a personal little thought.

Because in normal logic, his decisions would be based on data analysis and strategic priorities.

Or to put it simply, if he wasn't the head of the family.

Then it would actually be more up to the planning department to make the decisions.

...

Another month later.

After analysis by the planning department, neurology was to work independently and could not enjoy any existing resources.

Because the scope was too large, the logical chain was broken.

Zhang Feng also decided that neurology would work independently, with himself added.

It was just a warm-up before raising a pet.

Zhang Feng thought this was quite good.

At least it left a lot of room for maneuver, not delaying resources like superconductivity, and not delaying himself either.

But it was precisely because of this that Zhang Feng suddenly understood.

Human resources are limited.

Not only was his own ability limited, but the global ability was also limited.

No wonder Genius Chen only focused on one project when he was tackling them.

Because if they worked on multiple fronts simultaneously, they would be willing but unable.

So now they would focus on the superconducting production line and the replacement of Z1, striving to achieve civilian prices within three years, at which point more labor and computing power could be freed up.

Currently, they would use the 20% optimized spirit stones for now.

And the cost had also come down quite a bit.

Now, after more than two years.

There was also the priority use right for the first batch of superconducting equipment for scientific research.

Currently, the daily output of spirit stones is 1.2 million, with a price of 15 million.

This can already meet the needs of the 'first batch of elementary school children' and some professional martial artists.

And this had started a year ago.

Including spirit flowers and spirit fruits had also been rolled out, and many martial artists had begun spirit energy body tempering.

Gene potions were a bit stuck, and had not yet entered formal mass research and development.

After all, their required physique was too high, at least around 100 physique.

Calculating this way, Zhang Feng felt that the production volume of the data center was a bit too large.

It would be better to free up some more manpower and hand over the authority for the Huajin medicinal formula to various medical and related institutions, or institutions capable of production.

Danjin, this kind of 'high-end combat power medicine', would still be produced by their side first.

Firstly, this kind is indeed difficult, and it's not easy for private institutions to produce it.

Secondly, Zhang Feng understood why the imperial court in the Prince's world prohibited martial arts.

Because it was too difficult to manage.

In a different position, Zhang Feng felt that his perspective had also changed.

It's not that they wouldn't give it, but some people have problems.

But when the level of some institutions rises, it should still be disseminated.

After all, superconductivity itself is also absurd, falling within the scope of 'super science'.

If someone really used superconductivity as a weapon, it would also be a big deal.

Furthermore, if someone really caused trouble, it was still the same saying, you can still kill several people with a brick.

Zhang Feng's personal feeling was that evil was impossible to eliminate completely.

But as long as they could be slapped down when they showed their heads, that would be good.

After that, the Huajin elixirs needed by his military, police, and martial arts sectors, if necessary, could also be handed over to other institutions to produce.

Just like the Jade Pool Immortal Dew now, it has been completely distributed.

There are also many companies that have produced some good products.

Then Huajin, maybe it can also be done.

Diversification is inherently a necessary process for human progress.

...

On that day.

Office.

"General Manager Zhang, you've finally handed over the Huajin..."

Old Liu looked completely relieved upon hearing that General Manager Zhang was going to release manpower.

"I wanted to hand over the Huajin formula earlier, but you never instructed it, and no one dared to bring it up."

"If there's something that should be said, it should still be said." Zhang Feng was reading a book on neurology and asked, "There's another matter, how is the discussion about the Federation going?"

"Early next year." Old Liu raised his wrist and projected a holographic report into the air.

"Since you brought this up more than a year ago, all parties have been doing the final finishing touches for the past year to prepare for the arrival of the Federation.

The plan is set for the end of the year, with representatives from all parties heading to Xia City.

When the New Year arrives, you will announce the beginning of the Federation era."

"Hmm." Zhang Feng nodded and then said, "This is a big event, and it's a formal occasion. Is there a formal speech draft?"

"No..." Old Liu smiled awkwardly, "To be precise, many people wanted to write it, but I personally feel that no one has the ability to write this epoch-making speech for you.

It's also my personal feeling that whatever you say, it's what people all over the world want to hear, because you not only represent the progress of human civilization, but also represent yourself."

"I understand." Zhang Feng saw Old Liu's excitement and admiration for him, and from this glimpse, he knew that most other people also had this idea.

Then it was like pushing ducks onto a perch; he would just say whatever came to mind.

...

Another two months passed.

Zhang Feng, heavily disguised, arrived at a residential area in the city.

He came to a building within it, on the second floor.

Zhang Feng took off his hat and sunglasses and knocked on the door.

A moment later, the door opened, revealing Dr. Wu's puzzled face.

In his fifties this year, his temples were already turning gray.

"Teacher Zhang, why are you here?"

"You haven't been resting well." Zhang Feng glanced at him twice. "I told you to rest at home for a few years, but you haven't achieved visualization."

"I'm practicing." Dr. Wu smiled awkwardly.

Zhang Feng pointed to the door, "Are you planning to talk to me at the door? Can't you let me in first?"

"I forgot!" Dr. Wu apologized even more awkwardly, "It's been many years since I saw Teacher, I'm a bit excited."

"It has been three years since we last met." Zhang Feng took out tea leaves from his pocket and walked into his house.

An ordinary house with ordinary decoration, but there were many medical diagrams hanging on the wall.

After a glance, Zhang Feng was about to give him the tea leaves and let him make tea.

"Wow! Oh my god!"

At the door of the bedroom ahead, there was a girl in her twenties, who was Dr. Wu's daughter, a senior student at the provincial medical college.

She was currently interning at the hospital where Dr. Wu used to work, also in neurosurgery.

"Am I... seeing things correctly? Master Zhang?"

The moment she saw Zhang Feng in the room, her eyes couldn't move away.

"Go make some tea." Zhang Feng smiled, tossing the tea leaves to her. "The first time I saw you, you were just a kid in your teens. In the blink of an eye, you're already over twenty."

Saying this, Zhang Feng ignored her and looked specifically at Dr. Wu.

"I came to find you today because I'm preparing to have you join the Data Center's Neurology Research Lab.

Firstly, you have some professional expertise. Secondly, you haven't really achieved much in cultivation these past few years, so just come work for me.

You can research neurology normally, and I'll teach you in your free time.

There's also spiritual energy there, which can nourish your body."

Saying this, Zhang Feng looked at his 'grand-disciple', who was looking at him with admiration. "Don't talk nonsense about your dad's job. Right now, you only have one task: go make tea."

"The Data Center..." When Dr. Wu heard this, he was deeply moved, but fearing he might affect Zhang Feng, he couldn't help but ask in return, "Teacher, me joining the Data Center? Don't I lack the ability?"

"Definitely not enough." Zhang Feng didn't hold back at all. "Neurosurgery and neurology are vastly different fields. You're definitely not enough.

All I can say is, learn as you go."

"Pfft..." The grand-disciple, hearing her grand-master being so blunt with her father, couldn't help but burst out laughing on her way to boil the water for tea.

"Well, if I were to go..." Dr. Wu, however, didn't mind this bluntness but was trying to subtly refuse.

As a medical professional, he naturally understood that Teacher Zhang was right.

Similarly, he didn't want Teacher Zhang to be criticized behind his back because of him.

Of course, no one would dare to criticize him.

But the research area of the Data Center was, after all, a gathering place for world-class elites.

His going there would be too abrupt.

He was thinking for Zhang Feng's sake, not wanting some negative consequences because of himself.

Seeing his expression, Zhang Feng smiled and took out a small notebook from his pocket. "Inside are my insights on visualization. Practice it well.

If I come to find you alone again next time, and you still haven't started visualizing,

then don't say anything else to me.

Wherever I tell you to go then, you'll go."

...

After leaving Dr. Wu's home.

Zhang Feng just wandered around casually; since he was out anyway.

And while strolling along the way.

Besides seeing more and more martial artists, Zhang Feng also saw that some roads had begun preparatory work for laying geomagnetism infrastructure.

This wasn't about digging up the entire road.

Rather, it involved measuring distances and compiling the required specifications and dimensions.

When installing, there were specialized machines that would lift up the ground on both sides of the road to create trenches about a person's width, then place the superconductors to lay and connect the power grid.

Of course, the method of laying the grid varied depending on the road and the location.

At that time, the technical department would come up with the optimal plan and implement a relatively perfect geomagnetic grid layout.

Furthermore, Zhang Feng had also presented the plan for the mechanical platform to the planning department.

This would ensure the future construction of the mechanical platform and the superconducting planning for existing cities.

Otherwise, for example, if this city is now fully laid with geomagnetism,

and then in the future mechanical platform plan, this city becomes a 'foundation point' for the platform,

then to a large extent, it would have to be dismantled again.

Similarly, Zhang Feng felt that the mechanical platform was the planet's 'final solution'.

In the future, if there were any other large structures, they wouldn't be built on their own planet anymore.

Because Zhang Feng still hoped to keep his planet in a relatively 'green' environment.

Zhang Feng had even thought that when they conquered other planets someday, they would throw all the computing power buildings and such over there, directly creating a 'computing planet'.

If the population became too large in the future, they would also be sent to other planets.

As for his own planet, it would be the 'Celestial Dragon People' base.

After all, everyone currently here were the people who had gone through this era with him, and they had also provided him with many connections and help.

In a sense, they had worked hard for the entire civilization.

Then there must definitely be a place for them here.

This was beyond reproach.

Thinking of this, Zhang Feng returned to the Data Center.

Because Zhang Feng suddenly remembered that he hadn't looked at the data from the past few years.

...

In the following months.

News of the impending formation of the Federation spread across the globe.

Surprisingly, the Federation, which had previously enjoyed high support, now saw dissenting voices emerge.

However, not long after, these voices disappeared.

It was later revealed that this was a deliberate act by some vested interest groups.

The establishment of the Federation would affect their various businesses, preventing them from profiting from currency exchange rate differences in different regions.

But as for legitimate institutions and official bodies, they had all been formally transitioned by now.

This matter quickly vanished without a trace.

At least for the general public, there was no significant impact.

Because what people cared about more was what would happen to their previous money?

The official response was also clear: it could be 'exchanged' for Federation currency at an equivalent value, or kept as a personal collection.

It was still considered generally usable for now, not immediately invalidated.

But it would also be gradually phased out.

As for money stored online, it would be directly converted into the corresponding Federation currency.

For example, if you currently have 100R on your phone, when you open it again, it will become 100L.

L is the abbreviation for Federation.

This conversion would also begin implementation after the Federation was announced.

So, when people's wallets were fine, and some transatlantic Z1 ships and planes also achieved several lower fare tiers,

and when visas would no longer be a major issue in the future,

support for the Federation grew even stronger.

Many foreigners even began flocking towards Da Xia in large numbers, wanting to be in the same country as the pioneer.

Afterwards, restrictions were put in place because too many people were coming.

But many Da Xia people also went abroad.

However, this wasn't out of a yearning for freedom. A small portion chose to travel, while a larger portion went to reclaim and cultivate land.

There was a lot of land in the West, and they could also grow medicinal herbs and receive some extra subsidies.

This led to people from various places moving around, but clearly, there were more people from Da Xia.

The surplus electricity fees saved in recent years, along with much cheaper travel expenses,

became a small measure of financial freedom for many.

Many people also realized their dream of traveling around the world.

Furthermore, the Western methods of teaching martial arts were somewhat different from the Eastern ones.

There were also different understandings regarding cultivation methods like visualization and so on.

Some people even achieved small breakthroughs because of this.

But no matter how amazing everyone's travels were,

this continued until half a year later.

Two years and eleven months after Zhang Feng's return.

The time was Da Xia's New Year's Eve.

On the night of this day.

Under the watchful eyes of a global broadcast, in a large convention hall within Xia City, Da Xia.

The front few rows in the hall were occupied by representatives from various regions.

The back rows were filled with official personnel from within Da Xia.

And around the venue were journalists from all over the world.

At this moment, their gazes were all fixed on the podium.

There was a row of tables there, where official representatives from various parties were seated.

Zhang Feng, in a military uniform, was seated in the center of everyone.

At the same time.

Zhang Feng looked at the tea on the table, actually wondering if it was drinkable.

Was it just for show, or could he really drink it if he was thirsty?

But after thinking about it, he decided against it.

Seeing that no one else was moving, he didn't move either.

But in reality.

Zhang Feng was actually a little excited, because this was too formal; it was like the 'opening ceremony of a new era'.

It wasn't just him casually promoting martial arts or teaching lessons.

Those were actually informal occasions.

Even going to the West was a type of foreign visit and exchange, as well as checking on the construction of bases abroad.

Those were more work-related; in Zhang Feng's mind, it was like reading reports in the Data Center.

The two couldn't be compared.

Furthermore, Zhang Feng knew that as long as he initiated this 'global speech', then in the future, any major events or breakthroughs would likely have to go through a formal process.

After all, he wasn't confined to the small plot of land that was the Data Center anymore; he had more to manage now.

But thinking about how all the new veins and arteries of the globe were being sent his way,

it was also quite good.

And while Zhang Feng's thoughts were wandering.

At the moment when midnight was about to arrive.

Everyone stamped the official seal on the agreements on their respective tables.

Finally, Old Liu collected all the agreements and came to Zhang Feng's table.

The entire process was quiet, without any speeches.

Old Liu also timed it perfectly, turning the agreement to the last page when there were five seconds left and placing it solemnly in front of Zhang Feng.

Under the attention of all parties.

Zhang Feng didn't stamp it. Instead, at the second midnight arrived, he signed his name on the Federation agreement, symbolizing that the agreement officially came into effect.

Click, click —

And under a flurry of photography and videography.

Whoosh, whoosh... Outside the convention hall, the unique sounds of Da Xia's New Year's celebrations also rang out.

Everyone inside the hall also stood up at this moment, subconsciously slowing their breathing, and looked towards Zhang Feng, who had also stood up, awaiting the 'speech of the new century'.

Including people all over the world, who were watching Zhang Feng on their televisions and screens.

Facing the cameras from all over the world and the silent convention hall, Zhang Feng spoke clearly:

"The progress we have made is not the limit of our human civilization.

But as long as we humans are united, we can continuously overcome century-level challenges one by one.

Cooperation is the beginning of all civilization.

I announce.

The Federation Era is officially established starting today."