Du Jing’s eyes widened involuntarily when he heard this. He didn’t know what a lithography machine was, but he clearly heard the words "directly admitted to Shui Mu University."
Shui Mu University was one of the top universities in the country, a national-level university, while Zhongshan Provincial University of Science and Technology, which admitted Du Jing, was only a provincial-level university.
"Are you kidding me?" Du Jing was extremely agitated, shouting, "You, a scrub who only scored five hundred fifty-six, why should you be directly admitted? This must be an actor you hired."
Not satisfied with just talking, Du Jing took a step forward, trying to push Jing Mingqiu.
The bodyguard from Southwest Sea, standing behind the old man with a murderous aura, worried that he would hurt someone. Without hesitation, he rushed forward, grabbed his wrist, and with a grappling technique, pressed him to the ground.
Du Jing struggled fiercely, trying to break free from the bodyguard's restraint. Suddenly, he felt a chill on his forehead. He looked up and saw a dark gun barrel.
"Don't move! Or I'll shoot!"
Faced with the threat of death, Du Jing’s body went limp, and he instantly collapsed to the ground. A foul, pungent odor came from beneath him.
Seeing someone draw a gun, the other students were terrified and screamed, wanting to rush out. As they scattered and fled, the classroom door was pushed open again. The principal and the homeroom teacher entered with a group of heavily armed soldiers.
"Everyone, don't be afraid," the principal quickly stepped out to take charge as the emotions ran high. "We are conducting an anti-terrorism drill. These are soldiers from the National Security Forces."
The homeroom teacher followed, "Officer, please let him go first. Du Jing is a good child and wouldn't do anything bad."
"No!" The Southwest Sea bodyguard holding him refused the homeroom teacher's request without hesitation. "I need to protect the safety of Academician Fang Haosi!"
Academician Fang Haosi. Hearing this name, many people felt a sense of awe.
Back then, he resolutely refused
After hearing Jing Mingqiu's explanation, Fang Haosi and the people behind him lit up.
This was a completely new approach, unlike any of their previous solutions, but they found it very reasonable and felt a sense of sudden enlightenment.
To make a not-so-apt analogy.
Their original research plan, pushing the materials without limit and increasing energy, was like changing the wheels of a carriage to better ones, or replacing the horses with faster ones.
The speed of the carriage wasn't not improving, but such improvement had its limits, and the speed was getting slower and slower.
To break through the limits, one had to break the conventions, abandon the carriage, and switch to a car powered by petroleum.
The best carriages could compete with newly developed cars, but the ordinary carriages, which were more numerous, were far inferior to cars.
Mobile phones, computers, cars, drones...
In modern society, from high-end technology to everyday necessities, chips are needed in large quantities. This requires chips to become cheap and durable "cars," not a small number of "top-tier carriages."
Fang Haosi took a deep breath, adjusted his emotions, and was about to extend an invitation to Jing Mingqiu again.
"Clang!"
A loud noise.
The back door of the classroom was kicked open, and then an old figure covered in oil bustled in...