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"Controllable nuclear fusion (residual) has mastered and absorbed 50%."

When the system sound sounded, Zhang Zhai paused for a while, with a smile on his face, and then continued the calculation in his hand.

The discussion and research on controllable nuclear fusion in the comprehensive conference room on the fourth floor has been going on for several days. Although hundreds of experts have provided Zhang Zhai with a lot of inspiration during the period, they are only inspirations. Most of the problems have to be overcome by Zhang Zhai himself. .

"Swipe, swipe..."

From time to time, the sound of the pen tip slicing across the paper resounded in Zhang Zhai's lounge, and Zhang Zhaifu kept deducing it on the desk.

Starting from the technical information provided by the system, Zhang Zhai used the method of reverse deduction to continuously bridge the gap with existing knowledge.

"The biggest problem and the biggest secret of controllable nuclear fusion technology is that it can be created." Zhang Zhai glanced at the few pages of manuscript paper laid out on the table, and then grabbed them.

"Tearing... stabbing..." Tore up the manuscript paper, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the trash can next to it.

"As long as this is clear, it will be manufactured sooner or later." Zhang Zhai whispered to himself with a smile.

Then he pulled over a few pieces of manuscript paper, and Zhang Zhai continued to deduce it on the paper.

He is not completely limited to inferring from the information provided by the system, Zhang Zhai is also advancing from the existing knowledge and technology.

Zhang Zhai kept his brain functioning at the limit, with countless ideas constantly bursting out and countless data constantly surging.

With the passage of time, the theoretical design of controllable nuclear fusion in Zhang Zhai's mind is gradually becoming clearer.

"A1, call the quantum computer and help me calculate the data on this paper. I want to see the detailed changes of various physical quantities over time."

Zhang Zhai pulled a piece of manuscript paper full of data formulas from the desk, threw it aside, and continued to calculate without looking up.

"Okay, father, the data calculation has started, whether there is a change in the data." A1's voice sounded.

Zhang Zhai nodded and signaled A1 to display the data on the holographic screen.

In an instant, countless data appeared on the holographic screen, and began to scroll upwards at a speed that Zhang Zhai could see clearly.

Zhang Zhai stared at the ever-changing data on the screen, and his brain began to work at its limit.

Time passed slowly, and when Zhang Zhai's hair was wet with sweat again, a smile finally appeared on his face.

"As expected, a near-perfect model."

"But it's still close..."

Withdrawing his gaze from the holographic screen, Zhang Zhai continued to lean over the desk and continued to deduce.

"Swipe, swipe..." The sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper sounded again.

Time passed slowly, when the sun hanging in the sky rose from the east and turned to hang in the sky.

"Father..." A1's voice broke the silence of the lounge, causing Zhang Zhai's hand, which was writing quickly on the paper, to pause slightly.

"It's already 14:30, according to your previous instructions, now I need to remind you to go to the meeting room to attend the meeting."

Zhang Zhai nodded when he heard the sound, and without saying anything, he swept through the manuscript papers on the table, took out some of them, shredded them and threw them into the trash can.

"Order the Terminator to come over and destroy the manuscript paper in the trash can according to the highest confidentiality level." Zhang Zhai picked up the remaining manuscript paper and blank A4 paper and stood up and said.

"Okay, father."

Nodding his head, Zhang Zhai walked straight out of the lounge.

After a while, a Terminator stepped into the lounge, took out all the papers in the trash can, and destroyed them.

...

Ten minutes later, the comprehensive conference room on the fourth floor.

After several days of research and discussion, the disputes among the experts and professors became more and more intense. The whole conference room was like a powder keg that was about to explode. Even a soundproof conference room could not isolate their arguments.

Zhang Zhai sat at the forefront of the conference table, continued to calculate with the manuscript paper in his hand, and seemed to be deaf to the arguments around him. Even such a noisy environment did not affect him.

Only when a group of experts mentioned some interesting ideas, Zhang Zhai would speak up.

"Everyone, I have an idea..." An expert stood up, and the meeting room fell silent for a moment.

The expert sat down, retorted, and the debate sounded again in an instant.

"Put your mother's shit on, can this thing work?" An expert spat with a red face.

"Boom!" Another expert slapped the table, "Tell me, what's wrong!"

"You think that the data calculated by the quantum computer can support your ideas. Look at this for yourself. Your initial thinking has gone astray. What is the value of the calculated data?"

"Hmm... Let me take a look, well, you are right..." The expert pulled through his own information, read it carefully, and decisively admitted his mistake.

Science is different from others, right is right, wrong is wrong, there is no room for sophistry.

And the scientists in Zhaicheng all gather here for their ideals, which are relatively pure.

They both argued for the truth and bowed for the truth.

"Show me..." Zhang Zhai raised his head and said to the expert.

The information in the expert's hand was instantly handed over to Zhang Zhai.

"Well... the idea is good, but it lacks practical significance, but it can be regarded as a direction of thinking."

Zhang Zhai handed this information to the expert next to him, and continued to calculate the manuscript paper.

...

As time passed slowly, countless ideas burst forth in the meeting room. Some ideas were wild and meaningless, but some ideas could inspire Zhang Zhai to a certain extent.

At 18 o'clock in the afternoon, the noisy conference room fell silent. A group of experts stopped discussing and gathered at the window of the conference room, looking out the window.

Today is the time for the second batch of lunar immigrants to go to the Moon Palace, and this moment is ten minutes before Houyi lifts off.

The same as the first batch of Moon Palace immigrants a few days ago, this batch of Hou Yi went to the Moon Palace is still 2,000 people.

It's just that this time, apart from most of the Moon Palace immigrants, there are also ten lucky ones who have obtained travel qualifications.

At 18:10, Houyi lifted off on time and headed for the Moon Palace.

Watching the Houyi gradually disappear from sight, a group of experts returned to the conference table and continued to argue, and the conference room gradually became noisy.

Zhang Di also withdrew his gaze from the window, and continued to deduce the limit data.

...

Finally, the sun hanging in the sky gradually slanted westward, and finally fell into the horizon, and the time passed from afternoon to night.

After asking all the excited experts and professors to take a break, Zhang Zhai stayed alone in the conference room, continuing to deduce and calculate.

"Wow..." Zhang Zhai waved the pen in his hand quickly, calculating and thinking in his mind at the same time.

Every moment, new ideas emerge, and then follow these ideas, continue to push forward, and finally verify each other with the information provided by the system.

In his mind, the information about controllable nuclear fusion is being understood by Zhang Zhai little by little...

"Huh..." He let out a long breath, looked at the sweat dripping from the draft paper, and felt his swollen and aching brain, which had been operating at its limit, Zhang Zhai did not continue to push forward.

He looked up at the system interface.

"61%"

Zhang Di silently recited the proportions he had absorbed and mastered, with a little smile on his face,

"The progress is not bad, it seems that the time spent is much shorter than I expected."

Zhang Zhai stood up, did not walk out of the meeting room, but walked to the window.

Feeling the cool night wind blowing on his face, Zhang Zhai looked up at the starry sky above his head, enjoying a moment of tranquility.

"Father, there is an important piece of news related to you, do you need to open it?" A1's voice sounded.

"Let's take a look." Zhang Zhai withdrew his gaze from looking at the night sky, and stepped out of the conference room without staying in the conference room.

At the same time, A1 also displayed the news interface in front of Zhang Zhai.

After glancing at the headline of the news, Zhang Zhai paused slightly. Then keep walking forward.

"Elder No. 1 will go to the Moon Palace in person..."

Needless to say, this is a very bold decision.

I just don't know how much role I have played here.

Zhang Zhai smiled, and then turned off the holographic screen.