Chapter 205: The Rules of the New Era — We Call the Shots

The briefing is in three parts:

1. Civilian progress: The first batch of fusion energy city pilots has started, and electricity bills in five cities have dropped to 1/10 of the original;

Mech manufacturing costs have dropped by 30%;

The "Harvest-2" agricultural mech has been promoted in thirty-seven agricultural counties across the country, achieving all-weather operation.

2. International reaction: Thirty-seven countries have signed the three conventions, including Mao Xiong, Ba, and many Middle Eastern countries;

Eagle Country announced a "Ten-Year Catch-up Plan" with an initial budget of three hundred billion dollars;

"Confluence" organization activities have moved deeper underground, but an increase in encrypted communication frequency with a certain Gappon Chicken research institute has been monitored.

3. Abnormal situation: "Torch Dragon" captured three unnatural electromagnetic pulse signals in deep space monitoring.

The source direction is near the Mars orbit, the characteristics do not match known human technology, and it has been listed as a top priority investigation item.

Feng Yan finished reading and put away his phone.

"What are you looking at?" Li Yang carried his tray and sat down.

"Summary report." Feng Yan said, "This half year, we've walked quite fast."

"It took three years to walk from the warehouse to here." Li Yang rarely sighed.

"Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and feel like it's a dream."

"It's not a dream." Feng Yan looked at the bustling crowd in the cafeteria, including the core team, young researchers, and students from the newly recruited "Youth Class".

"These are all real."

Wang Hao carried beer and leaned over: "Brother Feng, Brother Li, don't just be deep!"

"Drink, drink! Let's not go home until we're drunk today!"

"Aren't you going to the Deep Sea Dragon Palace tomorrow to install new modules?" Chen Guang reminded.

"Still have to drink! It's a celebration!" Wang Hao drank a mouthful.

"Besides, we have fusion energy now, space stations, mech armies... what else is there to be afraid of?"

Feng Yan took the beer but didn't drink it; he looked at the liquid shaking in the cup: "What we fear is never that the technology is not enough, but that the human heart is not satisfied."

The cafeteria suddenly became quieter.

"This half year, we proved that technology can change the world." Feng Yan continued.

"But technology is a tool, how the tool is used depends on people."

"We now have the ability to set rules, the ability to guard what we want to guard, but this also means that the responsibility is greater."

He raised his glass: "So this glass of wine, not to celebrate victory, but to respect responsibility."

Everyone was silent for a moment, then raised their glasses one after another.

"Respect responsibility!"

Late at night, the celebration ended.

Feng Yan returned to his office and opened the main interface of the "Torch Dragon" system.

On the screen, hundreds of monitoring windows were running simultaneously.

Real-time images of the space station, training data of the mech troops, cruising trajectories of naval ships, operating status of the global energy network...

And that striking red mark: Deep space abnormal signal, pending analysis.

He pulled up the team files and flipped through them page by page.

Li Yang, from the socially anxious genius in the warehouse to the current chief mech designer, is now planning a Mars orbital station.

Chen Guang, from a physics student who kills mosquitoes to the current father of the "Torch Dragon" AI, is now researching quantum fusion.

Wang Hao, from a small-town youth who sets off firecrackers to the current missile expert, is now building sports fields in space.

Zhao Kaiyuan, from a battery company boss to the current pioneer of fusion energy.

Zhao Gong Zhao Fusheng, from a retired eighth-level fitter to the current space materials expert.

And Master Li Kui, Zhou Ming, Old Wu, Liu Fang... those ordinary people who walked in from the civilian sector.

These people, these stories, every bit of the past three years.

His phone vibrated again, this time an encrypted video request.

Feng Yan connected, and the screen was divided into three windows.

The first window is the live broadcast of the groundbreaking ceremony of the lunar base.

On the desolate moon, a huge foundation stone has been erected, with Chinese and English engraved on it:

"Guanghan Palace Base — The first step for mankind to move into deep space".

Countdown display: three hours until automatic construction starts.

The second window is Wang Hao's cabin scene in "Deep Sea Dragon Palace".

He floated in front of the porthole, with the earth rotating slowly behind him. "Brother Feng, do you see it? This ball is really blue... must guard it well."

The third window is Chen Guang's monitoring interface, with a red alarm jumping on it:

"Detected an attempt by the Confluence organization to infiltrate the civilian energy network, blocked."

"Tracing the source points to a server cluster in Gappon Chicken, suggesting counter-measures."

Feng Yan watched quietly for a while, then switched the communication channel.

"Old Li, how is the design progress of the Mars orbital station?"

"The first draft is complete, and simulation testing is expected to start next month." Li Yang's voice came.

"If it goes well, this time next year, the first module will be able to go to heaven."

"Guangzi, what stage is the quantum fusion of 'Torch Dragon-3' at?"

"The basic architecture is built, and the algorithms are being optimized." Chen Guang reported.

"If those abnormal signals in deep space are really of non-human origin, the new system might help us understand them."

"Haozi, be honest in space, don't modify equipment blindly."

"Don't worry, Brother Feng! I'm very steady now!"

Feng Yan smiled and closed the communication.

He walked to the window and looked at the night sky.

The weather tonight is very good, you can see the stars, and you can also see that slowly moving light spot — "Deep Sea Dragon Palace".

Three years ago, in that small warehouse, he said to Li Yang: "This thing shouldn't be buried here."

Now, this thing has developed to the point where it can go to heaven and enter the earth, changed the entire country, and even started to change the world.

The road is still long.

Deep space has unknown signals, Gappon Chicken has the Eight-Headed-Snake plan that is ready to move, Eagle Country has the Ares plan that is unwilling to fall behind, and the Confluence organization is also peeking in the dark like a mouse...

But it doesn't matter.

Feng Yan turned around and turned off the office lights.

In the dark, the screen was still on, with a new message jumping on it:

"'Torch Dragon' monitored that the Gappon Chicken Sea Mist refitted ship has returned to Nagasaki Port."

"According to the analysis of the sailing trajectory and electromagnetic characteristics, the ship attempted to infiltrate our test sea area during its stay in the East Sea, but failed."

"Suggestion: continue monitoring."

Feng Yan glanced at it and didn't reply.

He just continued to look out the window, looking at the light spot sliding quietly in orbit, looking at the deep night sky further away.

And on his computer screen, the email address he just sent out was lying quietly in the forum's reply.

Like a seed, buried in the soil.

Waiting to sprout. ===== CHAPTER 206 =====

It's just that now, they have the confidence of a guaranteed win.