Chapter 524

However, the Long Nation still remembered...

And, it always kept it firmly in its heart.

The original intention remained unchanged, always the same...

May I ask?

Such a Long Nation, how could one not dedicate everything to it?

"Since the country has said so! Then we have no need to continue insisting!"

"Right! We always believe in the Long Nation!"

"Not entering a state of war is fine, but as long as the country has a need, even if I have to give up this life, I will fight for the country!"

"..."

On the Long Nation's internet, various voices came one after another.

Basically, they were all expressing support for the country's decision.

Although the country did not say it would enter a state of war, all the Long Nation's people understood the country's difficulties.

They began to spontaneously save energy.

In the usually brightly lit Magic City, for the next period of time, the lights at night were reduced by nearly seventy percent compared to before.

Based on the principle of not using electricity if possible, offices would not turn on lights if they didn't have to!

All companies would only turn on lights when they really couldn't see things clearly!

Many things, although the country didn't say, the Long Nation's people were doing them in practice.

Gas cars burning gas?

Then try to walk as much as possible, if it really doesn't work, go squeeze onto the subway.

Plastic polluting the environment, then use less...

Since one is a Long Nation person, one should consider things from the country's perspective.

Because, in the Long Nation, the Long Nation's people are the masters of this vast country...

Not slaves!

There were also many Long Nation people who were single-mindedly thinking about donating money to support the front-line troops.

But no matter how they searched, they couldn't find where the donation channel was.

This made people feel troubled.

Just then, someone suddenly noticed that the foundation named after the national hero Song Qi seemed to still be open...

Being able to use Song Qi's name, this foundation, surely no one would dare to tamper with it!

Furthermore, this foundation was established to help children in mountain villages; it actually had three hundred billion in it?

Over so many years, it would have been enough to help all the impoverished children in the Long Nation become rich second generations; this money must have other uses!

Perhaps it was used in the field of war!

Throwing money into it, it would be absolutely correct!

For a time, the entire Long Nation set off a craze of throwing money into the Song Qi Foundation!

Ten billion...

Fifty billion...

One hundred billion!

The staff of the Song Qi Foundation were stunned.

No way? Officer? Again?

We were still thinking about how to handle the last donation!

You are throwing money again?

Don't be too absurd!

For a time, the staff of the Song Qi Foundation hurriedly jumped out, stating that the Song Qi Foundation was for helping impoverished children in mountain areas!

There were no other uses...

But this explanation was not believed by anyone at all.

The total donation amount was like riding a rocket, and it was finally hard-pushed to the two-trillion mark before it slowed down...

Added to the hundreds of billions from last time, the active funds within the Song Qi Foundation were now high enough to be comparable to all the public welfare foundations in the Long Nation...

Looking at the news on his phone, Song Qi counted the zeros in a daze.

He stood frozen in place.

Not only was Song Qi stunned, even the children in the mountain areas were sluggish at this moment...

Good guy!

More than two trillion!

Impoverished children in mountain areas, one person could be divided into at least a few million!

This is not impoverished at all!

Looking at the exaggerated number in front of him, Song Qi rubbed his bridge of his nose with a headache.

The foundation named after himself had actually collected more than two trillion in funds.

Song Qi now felt his head was swollen.

Because nominally, such a large sum of money, from a legal perspective, belonged to him, Song Qi, to keep temporarily...

Forget it, forget it!

Don't think about it so much...

Let the Great Leader and the others worry about such headache-inducing things!

Song Qi muttered in his mouth, turned around, and returned to the manufacturing of the super-large ghost energy collider...

"Up a bit! Hey hey! Up a bit more!"

"To the left a bit more... Old Zhou! Can't you be a bit smarter?"

"Right! That's it, spray it!"

The next second, a hovering drone, as if it understood what Song Qi said, began to operate.

Song Qi stood on a high platform in the distance, watching the drone use bright red paint to spray a big number "9" on the surface of a snowy white metal creation that was dozens of meters high and shaped like a giant water bucket.

Behind the giant water bucket, there were eight other identical metal creations!

On each creation, a number was painted.

From one to nine, all complete.

Song Qi finally nodded with satisfaction as he looked at the scene before him.

These nine creations shaped like water buckets were the super-large ghost energy reactors that Song Qi had spent a great deal of effort to build!

Of course, such a large amount of engineering work naturally couldn't be handled by Song Qi's strength alone.

This time, except for some key links that Song Qi would handle himself, he directed the workers to handle the other parts.

If the workers couldn't handle it, Song Qi would also use some machinery...

However, this also helped Song Qi save a lot of time.

The original construction period estimated by the system was seventy-eight days; now, it was completely finished in just fifty-six days.

As for the matter of giving lectures to the old academicians, Song Qi had already finished what he needed to say, and he had answered the various questions that needed to be answered.

As for how much these old academicians could grasp and how much they could turn into their own use.

Then Song Qi was powerless.

He, Song Qi, was only one person, not a god; it was impossible to pry open the brains of the old academicians and force his knowledge into them...

Song Qi didn't think so much and looked at what was in front of him.

In just two months, the Xijing Nuclear Power Plant, whose wall skin had been somewhat cracked before, had now disappeared without a trace.

Anything in the ghost energy power supply station, any building or creation, was arranged according to Song Qi's wishes.

The main body was a bright white tone.

The nuclear reactors that were buried underground before had now become nine huge, towering, oval-cylindrical pure white creations.

The power supply station was incomparably clean, without the pungent smell of a newly renovated place, and it looked incomparably advanced, instead giving people a sense of trance as if they were in a future world.

Looking from high altitude, the large power supply station was no longer a building standing separately from another as it was before.