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"Mom! Please let me go. Don't you know who Yin Yibin is? Why do you believe all those rumors? He just wants to treat your daughter like a toy. I will work hard to support you in the future, so please stop pushing me. Can you do that?" Huang Mengni cried, tears streaming down her face, while Huang Father angrily pulled his wife and shoved her outside.
"No matter what you think, I will never agree to sell my daughter for glory. I may lose my dignity, but I still want to keep my face," Huang Father said mercilessly as he chased Mother Huang away. Yet, the tears betrayed the turmoil in his heart.
Zheng Yifan offered comfort to the sobbing Huang Mengni as the boarding time approached. Huang Mengni did not look back and followed Zheng Yifan onto the direct flight to Paris, France, leaving behind her heartbroken father and her mentally unstable mother.
The last words that echoed in his ears were from one of the bodyguards: anyone who dared to shelter Huang Mengni would face dire consequences.
Zheng Yifan smiled; he wasn't afraid of zombies, so why fear threats from ordinary people?
Sitting on the Chivas sofa, Huang Mengni fell into a deep sleep, overwhelmed by exhaustion. Zheng Yifan did not disturb her; he simply ordered a glass of ice water and slowly began reviewing the documents in his hands.
It was a layout plan and installation guide for a supercomputer. He needed to install these computers by himself, as the workload was immense. He didn't trust anyone else because the capabilities of this supercomputer were astonishing, and its technology was quite advanced—its appearance was utterly mind-blowing.
The material had long ceased to be the original substance; it was no longer simply silicon-based semiconductor material.
Instead, it was made from a new era material: Gelatin P. One of the most advanced materials in the Apocalyptic World, it was nearly indispensable in daily life but also one of the most strictly regulated materials worldwide. Gelatin P was used to manufacture the infamous "Devil's Blood" drug. Only with this Gelatin P could one create the most efficient electronic devices in the Apocalyptic World, capable of producing various essential goods. However, its association with Devil's Blood led to severe restrictions.
Every supercomputer had to undergo strict approval processes before manufacturing. This meant that Zheng Yifan would find it extremely difficult to enhance computer components since those produced were under tight national protection. To obtain them, one would have to breach cities housing Gelatin P storage facilities.
As far as Zheng Yifan knew, only Kaiyi City and Hansui City had such storage facilities nearby.
The architecture of servers also differed from that of the current world. Although the network ports were similar, their layout and placement had strict requirements; each supercomputer was not connected by physical cables or fiber optics. The network ports served merely as external data exchange devices.
Internally, computers utilized light to transmit data, achieving speeds that surpassed physical transmission. The hardware design was also vastly different; they consisted solely of long slots where components could be directly inserted. The entire system of the supercomputer differed from any model in reality, making it nearly impossible to breach due to its formidable firewall. If anyone attempted to steal information, they would be disappointed because all supercomputers had no slots apart from power outlets; they only accepted commands from specialized devices.
The notebook containing the God Index was one key among them; another key belonged to Han Rui's husband’s laptop, which had already been found at the resort.
As for her husband, he was likely either eaten by zombies or had become one himself—either way, he was lost forever.
Reviewing the materials brought a faint fragrance of beauty into his nostrils; even while busy with tasks, his mood remained excellent.
In this pleasant state of mind, he found himself looking at data on solar photovoltaic power stations—the layout diagram for an entire solar photovoltaic power station drawn by an engineer who once participated in its design during Survivor. It included everything he remembered about disassembly, installation, and usage methods.
The solar photovoltaic power station closely resembled those in reality because in both worlds, only the surface material of solar panels changed; the underlying energy conversion devices and more powerful energy storage systems saw significant improvements along with various enhancements that greatly increased energy conversion efficiency and rates across multiple aspects.
Now, which Solar Photovoltaic Power Station can rival the power generation capacity of its real-world counterparts on a scale ten times larger, without recklessly reflecting intense heat and light? The light reflection is even calculated precisely, forming an auxiliary power grid within the station. This assists in creating a three-dimensional Solar Energy collection system.
The workload of the entire Solar Photovoltaic Power Station is immense, and Zheng Yifan cannot manage it alone. He will have to rely on others in the future. Fortunately, the technological differences are not significant; there is no stark contrast between the two worlds.
However, it seems that the entire station must connect to the main power grid to sell electricity to thousands of households, saving on energy storage costs and waste.
After all, the power generation capacity of the Solar Photovoltaic Power Station is enormous. Although there are no specific figures, it could compete with a Nuclear Power Plant. Yet, the operational and material costs of both differ by countless multiples.
This is a massive money-making machine; Zheng Yifan can only think of this one idea: cheap electricity alongside other Thermal Power Generation and Nuclear Power Plant electricity appearing in the market. Aside from the grid issues, he hopes that the Solar Photovoltaic Power Station will have significant advantages. A real conversion rate of over 90% would obliterate all competitors; even the world's best N-Type Monocrystalline Silicon Wafer conversion rate is only about 4%. Thus, it would be a top-tier technological innovation patent globally.
Under the hope of the Solar Photovoltaic Power Station, he could only tremble sadly, like a lamb awaiting slaughter.
Of course, such astonishing data has not been disclosed by Zheng Yifan. The accumulated conversion rate from all applied patent barriers could reach around 40%, while the most critical parts remain in his hands and will never be patented. This is because it involves certain destructive scientific technologies that must not be allowed to spread.
Even if those things were handed over to scientists, they might not yield results even after ten or eight years of research.
However, everything must be preemptively guarded against. The Apocalyptic World happened to touch upon humanity's Restricted Area due to this technology—the realm of Gelatin P. As for what other functions Gelatin P has, various countries remain tight-lipped.
Regarding theft issues, Zheng Yifan has never considered them because he has already seen from the installation blueprints that the core equipment is merely two cubic meters in size and will be buried deep underground. Only simple wiring connections will be made, as if providing guiding power to all Solar Energy panels; it may not serve as the primary force but will complete a transformation that produces a peculiar chemical reaction.
After retrieving the Supercomputer, Zheng Yifan plans to head to the Solar Photovoltaic Power Station to collect all equipment there. The Zombies present will also need to form a large team to address them.
However, the main concern is the cold winter; no one knows how harsh this winter will be. It is already mid-October, and temperatures have dropped significantly—who knows if this will damage any equipment?
Moreover, there is a Granary nearby; those starving individuals are sure to set their sights on the Solar Photovoltaic Power Station. If they were to destroy it, Zheng Yifan would incur substantial losses, and this massive project would come to an end.
Furthermore, the Electricity plan for Hope Gathering Place should also be included in contingency plans. Since high-voltage electricity cannot be used, utilizing Solar Energy panels for ordinary household electricity is definitely a good choice.
Since patent technology can already achieve 40%, producing a batch for use in the Apocalyptic World has become inevitable.
Of course, if enough Solar Energy panels can be obtained from ordinary households, many issues could also be avoided.
After nearly ten hours of flight, the plane slowly landed at Charles de Gaulle Airport.
The journey was completely smooth. Of course, there were no dramatic hijacking incidents, nor did they encounter any strong turbulence that would cause the plane to mysteriously disappear.
After landing, Huang Mengni still did not wake from her slumber, prompting Zheng Yifan to gently rouse her before they both disembarked from the plane.
Outside the airport, the two of them waited for Zheng Yifan. Berry was anxious about the Clean Room project; if it wasn't completed, the company couldn't officially operate. The other concern was Jessica, one of his many roles—translator, bodyguard, secretary. Juggling three jobs simultaneously, she still found herself with 99% of her time free.
As for Old Jack...
Well, this impeccably dressed and ever-chatty butler had heard that Zheng Yifan was finally returning to France and even planning to settle down there, possibly buying a luxurious mansion. He immediately leaped up in excitement and even performed a little waltz.
However, the unfortunate reality was that he was no longer young. In his excitement, he forgot that he had crossed several decades and ended up falling down the stairs at home. As of now, he had yet to be discharged from the hospital.
Nevertheless, Jessica brought along a video of his ramblings. Even with a bandage meticulously wrapped around his head, his face was slightly flushed.
Yet his level of chatter had skyrocketed; a single video recorded for half an hour meant that Zheng Yifan had to fast-forward through nearly five minutes just to get through it all. The gist of it boiled down to one thing: hurry up and buy a large estate and assemble a team that included a tutor, chef, bodyguard, gardener, tailor, nanny, and household servants.
His rigid demands left no room for his employer to appear lacking in any aspect of domestic affairs.
And now, his boss didn't even have the most basic residence. This was simply intolerable. (To be continued)
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