novelraw Chapter 91 No... He genuinely likes corn, regardless of the substances inside.
Chapter 91 No... He genuinely likes corn, regardless of the substances inside.
"The nation is strong."
Before leaving, Lin Yu called out to Zhang Guoqiang.
"Tomorrow... no, today, this afternoon, please help me arrange a few people."
"Chief Engineer Chen from Sinopec, Chief Li from the Equipment Department, and those professors who had previously discussed things extensively with Sergei and his group."
Zhang Guoqiang nodded.
"What time is it?"
"Around 2 p.m. I have to go to the factory this morning; I need to go out and take a look."
Lin Yu then pushed open the car door that had stopped in front of the dormitory building and walked into the building through the slightly damp ground.
He paused for a moment when he reached the dormitory entrance.
Light was shining through the crack in the door; were these people still awake?
When he pushed open the door, Liu Bo, Ding An, and Xu Haoxiang all turned around at the same time, their six eyes staring at him.
"Holy crap, you're back!"
Liu Bo was the first to jump up.
There was a radio in front of him.
"We all heard it, the 315 Gala! You little brat!"
Ding An and Xu Haoxiang nodded vigorously beside them.
"You...you're really something! You went on stage right in front of the entire nation!"
Xu Haoxiang stood up, walked to Lin Yu, and bowed deeply.
This startled Lin Yu.
What are you doing?
Xu Haoxiang straightened up, his eyes a little red.
"I'm so sorry about before. You were doing something important. I shouldn't have been tempted by women and rummaged through your manuscripts."
Lin Yu looked at him and suddenly smiled.
It was all a series of unfortunate coincidences.
If it weren't for Yang Jia, that blockhead, delivering this to his doorstep, he might still be struggling to find funds to buy a CPU.
"Okay, okay."
"We've been friends for ages, staying up all night and eating instant noodles together."
"We'll need your help in other places later."
"I have so much to do, I need trustworthy people to help me."
Lin Yu finished speaking.
Liu Boding, An Xu, and Haoxiang all nodded vigorously, their eyes shining.
They all believed that following Lin Yu would lead to a better future.
"But for now... let me get some sleep."
After saying that, he climbed into his bed and fell asleep immediately.
I slept so soundly that the world seemed to turn upside down.
When he woke up again, it was already past 11 o'clock.
The sun shone through the window, making it feel warm and cozy.
The dormitory was empty, but there was a thermos on the bedside table.
A note was stuck on the bucket.
The note contained only four characters, and the handwriting was familiar; it was written by Song Shu.
"Eat first, then get busy."
Lin Yu unscrewed the thermos; inside were steaming hot beef dumplings.
After finishing the dumplings, Lin Yu looked at his watch.
I'm a bit troubled. It's 11 o'clock now, and I definitely can't go to the factory.
He has to go to a meeting in the afternoon, and just getting there will take him a long time.
I should have set an alarm. But he slept really soundly.
He's been so busy lately that he hasn't slept this soundly in a long time.
It was clear that no matter how much I rushed, I wouldn't make it to the factory in time.
Lin Yu thought about it for a while and finally gave up the idea of rushing to the next event.
After finishing his dumplings, he went downstairs to contact Zhang Guoqiang, intending to meet with Chief Hou before the meeting.
But when he came downstairs, Zhang Guoqiang was already waiting for him.
"Comrade Lin, the meeting is scheduled for 2 p.m., in the military compound."
Lin Yu nodded and got into the car.
When they arrived at the compound, Chief Hou was still busy with official documents. Lin Yu was even dazzled by the sight of a group of people walking around.
When Lin Yu came in, Chief Hou sighed and rubbed his forehead in exasperation.
"Xiaoyu's here? Please have a seat."
"Your story has really piqued the interest of quite a few people."
"I've been here since this morning."
"From Daqing all the way to Guangzhou, people from all over came to ask for information and recipes."
"You can let your technology be made public in China, but remember to apply for a patent internationally later."
"You don't have the energy to figure out who's capable and who's not when it comes to publicly sharing technology. I'll take care of this for you."
Lin Yu nodded, looking at Chief Hou with some gratitude.
Just as he was about to say something to express his gratitude, Chief Hou stopped him and changed the subject.
"Tell me about the fighter jet fuel you mentioned this morning."
"Why haven't you mentioned this before?"
Lin Yu thought for a moment and decided to keep it brief.
He found this stuff while he was making ethanol from straw, corn cobs, and other similar materials.
"When I was looking for fuel alternatives, I discovered that corn contains a lot of 5-hydroxymethylfurfural..."
Lin Yu had just spoken when Chief Hou urgently stopped him.
"Stop, stop, stop. We can discuss the specific academic aspects this afternoon."
"First tell me about this thing's performance? Is the technical requirement high?"
"What about the cost and whether it can be mass-produced?"
Lin Yu thought for a moment; the final synthesis path he needed to create was a bicyclic alkane.
It can be directly adapted to aviation fuel.
Technically, it's not difficult for those who know how, but difficult for those who don't.
The main issue is that the selection of various catalysts requires trial and error.
When this was being developed in the past, two technical routes emerged. The Americans used long-chain synthesis to secure funding. Our technical route was direct bicyclic condensation.
However, the costs are not high; they all come from 5-hydroxymethylfurfural in corn cobs.
Lin Yu then told Chief Hou all of this.
After the leader finished listening, his eyes lit up.
"Is the raw material made from corn stalks?"
Then he began to mutter to himself.
"So, was this also their ulterior motive back then?"
"That makes sense now. Otherwise, how could a normal leader be so enthusiastic about corn..."
Lin Yu's eyes twitched upon hearing this.
That's giving too much credit to that guy, Xiaofu.
He might just genuinely like corn.
The technology that Lin Yu is proposing now will not appear for more than 20 years.
The Soviet Union could never have imagined producing fighter jet fuel from corn.
After Lin Yu wrote down the general theory and handed it to Chief Hou, Chief Hou told him to go to the Jinghai Hotel to prepare for the meeting.
"You go ahead first, I'll go later."
"There will be a lot of researchers at this conference, and two academicians who have some free time plan to come and sit in. You'd better be prepared."
"I'll draft their confidentiality agreement first."
He hadn't walked around this military region much before, and on the way to the meeting room where the meeting was to be held, he saw a lot of people training.
Although it wasn't cold in early spring, it wasn't hot either. These soldiers, shirtless, were training enthusiastically under the sun, showing no fear of the spring breeze.
After walking around in a winding path for a while, we finally arrived at our destination.
The meeting room wasn't large; it was only a medium-sized meeting room.
The long table can seat about 20 people.
When he arrived, Chief Engineer Chen from Sinopec was already there.
Chief Li of the Equipment Department and two military representatives were also seated on the right.
There were also several elderly professors with gray hair among them, whom he recognized; they were experts he had previously met with.
After waiting a while, the two academicians arrived.
By 2 o'clock, everyone had gathered.
Skipping over unnecessary pleasantries, Chief Hou sat to Lin Yu's right, lit a cigarette, and addressed the crowd:
"Everyone's here, let's begin."