Lan Ping is bound to the [Civilized Fire System], and the novice's task is to "prepare 1 gram of metallic hydrogen."
He was a programmer, but when he saw the outrageous requirement of requiring 5 million atmospheric pressure, he turned over to the country directly.
Three days later, he showed the system panel to a room full of academicians at the top-secret base: "Chief, it said that room temperature superconducting technology is a mission reward."
A year later, when the West was still laughing at the "Chinese technological fantasy," my country's first commercial controllable fusion reactor was quietly ignited.
Three years later, the construction of the lunar base "Guanghan Palace" began, and the starship fleet was ready to go.
Lan Ping looked at the god-level tasks that were constantly being refreshed in the system, and reported calmly to the red phone:
"The next target is Proxima Centauri. Chief, it's time for us to set off."
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It's a pity that the author has more than 3,000 hours of writing experience
It's a pity that the author has more than 3,000 hours of writing experience