Chapter 28: Heading to the Imperial Capital

Two months of upheaval in Hong Kong brought Qin Feng an astonishing fortune of over eight billion Hong Kong dollars and preliminary results from the Technology Core. Just as Jingwei Transmission was about to unveil its first prototype, drawing global industrial attention, an encrypted satellite call from the Imperial Capital interrupted his original plans.

The voice on the other end was steady and authoritative, exuding the calm of long-standing power, yet still courteous.

"Mr. Qin, hello. Apologies for the sudden interruption. I am Yang, representing relevant state departments, and I express admiration and gratitude for your exceptional vision and substantial investment in the field of technology recently."

Qin Feng's heart tightened slightly, yet his expression remained calm: "Mr. Yang, hello. I merely did what I believed was right and valuable."

"Mr. Qin is too modest," Yang said gently. "We are already aware of the preliminary data on the Resonant Microhole Transmission System, and the potential of projects like Deep Blue Power and Dimension Tech. Your tip regarding Hongyuan Group's violations has also contributed to maintaining market order."

Qin Feng's gaze flickered—indeed, they had been watching him closely, and understood far more than he'd expected.

"The nation's development cannot proceed without entrepreneurs like Mr. Qin—those with vision, courage, and conviction," Yang shifted tone, cutting to the point. "Therefore, we sincerely invite you to visit the Imperial Capital. There are projects tied to the nation's future technological strategy that may interest you. We can engage in deeper exchanges and collaboration."

An invitation from the Imperial Capital, representing the state level! This was unquestionably a tremendous recognition and an unprecedented opportunity!

Qin Feng hesitated almost not at all. He knew personal power was ultimately limited, especially in fields like energy, quantum, and aerospace—the nation's heavy instruments. Only by aligning with national strategy could he maximize the value of the Technology Core and acquire resources and Tech Points faster.

"Thank you for the nation's trust and invitation. I will arrange my trip to the Imperial Capital as soon as possible," Qin Feng replied solemnly.

"Excellent. I look forward to meeting you, Mr. Qin."

After hanging up, Qin Feng immediately summoned Sun Zhe and Su Wenqian.

"Prepare for our trip to the Imperial Capital soon," Qin Feng ordered. "Sister Su, you stay in Hong Kong to coordinate Jingwei Transmission's launch and daily liaison with other tech firms. Sun Zhe, you come with me—we need to form a leaner team to handle the upcoming high-level negotiations."

"Yes, Boss!" both replied in unison, their eyes gleaming with excitement and gravity. To be invited at the state level meant their boss's vision and enterprise had reached an entirely new height!

In the following days, Qin Feng wrapped up Hong Kong business affairs while carefully studying the pre-screened, non-classified project summaries sent from the Imperial Capital. Topics included critical materials for the Qingnian Heju Zhuangzhi, novel communication codes for deep-space exploration, and intelligent grid optimizations vital to national energy security—all national-level challenges of extreme difficulty and profound significance.

Even with Qin Feng's current wealth and black-tech arsenal, facing these vast, daunting problems, he felt immense pressure—and yet… an indescribable excitement.

On the eve of departure for the Imperial Capital, Qin Feng re-entered the System Space.

The Technology Core remained at Lv. 1 (2500/), and the blueprint for "Resonant Microhole Transmission System (Basic)" lay quietly in the Technology Archive. He attempted to direct his awareness toward the national-level challenges—the Technology Core trembled slightly, returning feedback:

【High-complexity technical challenge detected… Analysis and simulation require substantial Tech Points and special permissions… Current level and permissions insufficient.】

As expected—these state-level technologies were not within his current reach. This trip to the Imperial Capital was about cooperation, but how to cooperate, and under what status—he must seize the initiative.

He turned his gaze to another progress bar—【Wealth Prediction: 85%】.

This wealth-centric module seemed oddly out of place amid state-level collaboration. But Qin Feng sensed it might still play a role on another level.

Ready, Qin Feng, accompanied by Sun Zhe and his core team, boarded his Wanliu G650 and flew directly to the Imperial Capital.

The aircraft landed on the Imperial Capital International Airport's private runway, where a black Hongqi sedan waited at the Heliport. No formalities, no media frenzy—everything proceeded with quiet efficiency.

Inside the car, watching the capital's symbols of power and order flash past the window, Qin Feng's mindset differed utterly from his time in Hong Kong. Here, there was no clamor of capital markets—only a deeper, more immense force surging beneath.

He would now face not commercial rivals like Wang Hongyuan, but the nation's elite minds and strategists.

The car did not head toward the bustling city center, but toward a quiet, heavily guarded guesthouse in the western suburbs.

There, Qin Feng met Yang—the same man from the call. An elderly man, vigorous and sharp-eyed, his demeanor radiating quiet authority. Accompanying him were several top scientists and ministry officials from diverse fields.

After brief pleasantries, the meeting plunged straight into the topic.

Yang cut to the chase: "Mr. Qin, we have seen your capabilities and sincerity. The nation needs private capital and wisdom—especially in these critical chokepoint technologies. We hope you and your technological capabilities can join key national projects."

A nuclear physicist with thick glasses spoke next: "Mr. Qin, we've noted your investment in Light-Year Materials shows great promise in novel materials. We're currently hitting a bottleneck in plasma confinement materials for the 'Zhuri' Project—could your team possibly…"

Another expert, responsible for deep-space exploration, followed immediately: "We need a breakthrough in ultra-long-distance, low-power interstellar communication coding—new ideas that surpass Shannon's limit…"

Questions came one after another, each representing the cutting edge and most stubborn challenges in current science.

All eyes in the room fixed on Qin Feng—scrutinizing, yet hopeful.

Sun Zhe, beside him, clenched his palms in sweat. Any one of these problems could stump a top-tier lab for decades.

Qin Feng fell silent for a moment, his gaze sweeping over every scientist and official present, then spoke slowly, calm yet radiating unshakable confidence:

"I understand all the problems you've raised. They are highly challenging."

He paused slightly, as all eyes grew heavier with tension, then continued:

"But—are they difficult?"

The familiar phrase, uttered here and now, carried a force that shook the room to its core!

Yang's eyes flashed with sudden brilliance!

The scientists exchanged glances, their faces filled with shock and disbelief!

He… he just said… "Are they difficult?!"

Could it be… that these problems, which had baffled the nation's finest minds for years, were… in his eyes…

Qin Feng ignored their astonishment, leaning forward slightly, his gaze sharp as a blade.

"I can participate. I can provide technical support. But I have one condition."

"I do not seek simple subcontracting or financial backing. I demand the establishment of an independent 'National Strategic Technology Laboratory,' led by me, with full R&D autonomy and direct reporting to the highest authority!"

"Now, it's my turn to ask you—"

Qin Feng's voice echoed clearly through the silent meeting room, reaching every ear:

"Is my condition… difficult?"