Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

Guanghan City.

Mayor’s Office.

Looking at the semi-transparent holographic screen in front of him, the mayor of Guanghan City, Ye He, couldn’t help but have a strange expression on his face.

“Site selection for the second-generation controllable fusion reactor?”

What was in front of him at this moment was a project book from East Asia Energy.

In the project book, East Asia Energy simply expressed their hope to upgrade the power supply system of the Guanghan Special Economic Zone. They planned a concept map of the “Earth-Moon Energy Corridor”.

In fact, for giant companies like East Asia Energy, if they wanted to invest in Guanghan City, of course, their mayor would welcome them. After all, such a large enterprise investing on the moon could not only solve the employment problem of the general public but also improve the currently overwhelmed energy supply system in Guanghan City.

Especially the latter. At this stage, energy shortage had almost become the biggest obstacle restricting the further development of the Guanghan Special Economic Zone.

However…

This was also where the problem lay.

Looking at the project book in the holographic window inexplicably, Mayor Ye muttered to himself.

“But why is it on the moon…?”

Because of the problem of thermal accumulation, controllable fusion technology had not been popularized on the moon for a long time. Even the lunar surface collider of ILHCRC was powered by solar energy.

The second-generation controllable fusion technology sounded good, but he really did not understand that if the first-generation controllable fusion technology couldn’t be popularized on the moon, why was it possible in the second generation?

Although he was not an expert in this area, he still knew a little bit of knowledge. The reaction conditions of the second-generation fusion technology would be more difficult than those of the first-generation, especially the temperature, which was more than billions of degrees.

For such a high heat requirement, forget about the vacuum environment, even in coastal areas built in an atmospheric environment, it was difficult to diffuse the heat accumulated near the reactor.

Looking at Mayor Ye with embarrassment on his face, Wang Jin, the secretary standing next to him, suggested, “My suggestion is that if you are undecided, you might as well ask an expert for advice.”

“I think so too. It would be better for this kind of professional problem to be evaluated by professionals.” Ye He nodded and said simply, “But who should I ask?”

This thing was a tens of billions worth of investment project, and it moved hundreds of billions or even trillions in industry value.

If East Asia Energy really hoped to solve the energy problem of the Guanghan Special Economic Zone, it would undoubtedly be great news for Guanghan City, which had been stagnating for almost 30 years.

But if the project ended up unfinished or became a big trouble after it was made, it would undoubtedly be a disaster for Guanghan City…

“There are many scholars in the Academy of Sciences or the Academy of Engineering who are engaged in related research. As long as we try to choose academicians who do not have a cooperative relationship with East Asia Energy, we should be able to get relatively neutral suggestions.”

After listening to the secretary’s words, Mayor Ye immediately made a final decision.

“Okay, I’ll leave this to you. I will contact East Asia Energy and try to get this thing done as soon as possible.”

…

Pan-Asian Academy of Engineering.

Institute of Nuclear Physics.

Academician Qiu Mingrui, sitting in an office, was sulking at the holographic screen filled with densely packed text.

About three days ago, he wrote a paper in which he evaluated the application prospects of the “pulsed magnetic field” in the second-generation controllable fusion field from the perspective of an expert.

He admitted that it was indeed a very interesting design idea, but its real hidden use was for a large EMP weapon.

Not only was this a dangerous thing with no value to society, but it would also cause countless troubles to society.

And this was why he wrote a response from a critical point of view.

He had heard some unusual news from friends, that because of the model of the pulsed magnetic generator released by Lu Zhou and the preprint, there were many military forces around the world and research institutions that all conducted research on related designs and technologies.

As for what was being researched, it was obviously EMP weapons.

Qiu Mingrui hoped that his paper would attract someone’s attention, make them realize the mistakes, and use their influence to do something useful to the world.

However…

He was ignored.

Completely ignored.

Although his paper caused a lot of heated discussion on the LSPM forum, many colleagues who agreed with his views also stood up and praised him or gave him a platform; even the Pan-Asian Science column sent him an invitation for a forum…

But Lu Zhou himself didn’t seem to see it, as if he didn’t take his paper seriously.

He couldn’t accept this.

Retrieving research results in related fields could be said to be the daily operation of a scientific researcher. As long as Lu Zhou was engaged in the second generation of controllable fusion research, he had to have seen this paper!

In his opinion, the reason why Lu Zhou did not give an evaluation of his thesis was purely that Lu Zhou was afraid to answer his questions and had selectively ignored his words.

As an academician of the Academy of Engineering and also a big name in the nuclear engineering industry, he never thought he would be treated like this!

“It’s a shame to be a scholar who is afraid to respond to the voice of criticism!”

Qiu Mingrui moved his fingers on the operation panel and made some simple changes to the newly-published paper on the holographic screen.

This paper was a supplement to his last paper.

And compared to the previous paper, this paper would be more non-euphemistic in terms of wording and expression. If Lu Zhou continued to respond with this arrogant attitude, then he would stop caring.

He felt like he had to say something more.

There was a knock on the door outside the office.

Qiu Mingrui glanced at the door and said, “Come in.”

The door was pushed open.

A doctoral student in his early thirties walked in from outside.

Noting that the look on the supervisor’s face was not quite right, the student who had just walked in from the door spoke politely.

“Academician Qiu…”

Qiu Mingrui said sternly, “What?”

The student who was afraid of being offensive gulped and continued, “Guang… The municipal government office of Guanghan has sent you an invitation letter.”

“Invitation letter?” Qiu Mingrui frowned and continued to ask, “What invitation letter?”

He never touched on politics, and secondly, the projects he researched were not related to the moon. He really couldn’t think of any reason for Guanghan City to contact him.

“It seems to be because East Asia Energy plans to select their site for the second-generation fusion reactor… Guanghan City plans to find an expert on the project for advice. The specific situation is not stated in the invitation letter, so I am not very sure.”

“Site selection on the moon?”

Qiu Mingrui was baffled.

Jesus…

So he didn’t just ignore me, he is going completely against my suggestions.

Is there anything more ridiculous than to build an experimental reactor on the moon?

“I’m going to Guanghan City now,” Qiu Mingrui said unwaveringly, standing up from the office chair. “Help me book the nearest flight there!”

The student nodded quickly.

“Okay…”

“Oh yeah, and this paper.”

Qiu Mingrui looked at the almost completed paper on the holographic screen. He thought that he would get to go against Lu Zhou soon anyway, so he said, “Check the typesetting for me, then find a regional journal in our industry to publish it. Just write your name and put my name on it as the corresponding author.”

The student was taken aback for a moment before saying with joy, “Okay, sir!”

Without paying attention to what his student was thinking at the moment, Qiu Mingrui cast his gaze out of the window with a sneer.

A few words came out of his mouth.

“We’ll see if you can ignore me again!”