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Zhaicheng Space Center, after deciding on the construction direction of the new transmission line.

The plans for the construction of transmission lines from Earth to Venus and from Mars to Venus began to gradually improve.

In the general meeting room.

After an extremely short period of silence, the noise rose again, and the sound of arguments and discussions began to sound continuously.

Although before, a group of team leaders were deadlocked on the issue of the location of the transmission line due to excessive differences.

However, the solutions to the follow-up problems of each plan were formulated at the same time, and the improvement of the entire construction plan did not stagnate due to previous differences.

At this moment, when the construction direction is determined, one by one the plans that have been prepared are taken out, and the follow-up progress suddenly starts to advance rapidly.

Time passed slowly.

From evening to late night, the sky turns from black to completely covered by night,

The lights in the conference room turned on automatically, and the team leaders seemed to be unaware of the passage of time, and they were excitedly advancing the completion of the Venus transmission line construction plan.

Accompanied by continuous debate and discussion and research, each topic was either passed through direct discussion and research, or Zhang Zhai made a final decision, or was temporarily shelved due to excessive differences.

"Agenda No. 231, start voting. Those who support Plan No. 3 raise their palms, and those who support the rest of the plans raise their fists." Professor Hu stood up and said.

Suddenly, the palms of all the team leaders in the conference room stood up.

Professor Hu glanced at it, "Project No. 231, Plan No. 3 passed."

After speaking, when Professor Hu was about to continue the next topic, Zhang Zhai stood up,

"The discussion and research on the construction of the Venus transmission line, let's stop here today, and continue tomorrow." Zhang Zhai interrupted, looking at the time.

After the words fell, a group of people in charge who still had some unfinished business started to leave the meeting room one after another at the request of Zhang Zhai.

After a while, only Zhang Zhai and Professor Hu were left in the conference room.

"...Mr. Zhang, due to the sufficient preparations in the previous stage, now that the planning and improvement work is on the right track, the improvement progress is relatively fast. According to the current situation, it should be completed within the expected time." Professor Hu sat in Zhang Zhai Beside, said.

Zhang Zhai nodded, "Professor Hu will be responsible for the work of perfecting the plan."

Professor Hu shook his head, then hesitated, and asked, "Mr. Zhang, how is your research... going?"

Hearing this, Zhang Zhai smiled and replied, "It's a bit of progress."

"Since Mr. Zhang said so, it seems that it will be soon." Professor Hu also showed a smile on his face.

Zhang Zhai smiled and didn't say much.

"It's getting late, Professor Hu, you should also go to rest."

After a while, after talking casually with Professor Hu,

Zhang Zhai stood up, glanced at the quiet conference room, and also walked towards the outside of the conference room.

...

That night.

Zhaicheng Aerospace Center, the lounge on the top floor of the rocket building.

"Shua, Shua, Shua!"

The sound of friction between the pen tip and the paper surface continued to sound, and Zhang Zhai continued to conduct research on gravity simulation technology.

After the previous key breakthroughs, the theoretical research of gravity simulation technology seems to have been opened.

Although some key issues were equally difficult, they were solved bit by bit with Zhang Zhai's continuous research.

Stacks of blank manuscript paper were being consumed rapidly, and manuscript paper filled with formula data continued to pile up on the table and the ground.

Huge and complex data and formulas are constantly emerging in Zhang Zhai's mind, and countless ideas are constantly bursting out in his mind.

Zhang Zhai maintained the deduction of the limit, and continued to go deeper into the existing deduction direction, challenging the limit of his own thinking.

"Slap... sting."

Drops of sweat dripped onto the manuscript paper, and the sweat-soaked manuscript paper was scratched by the pen tip.

Zhang Zhai's hand movements paused slightly. After glancing at the broken manuscript paper, he stretched out his hand and crumpled the manuscript paper into a ball, throwing it aside.

"Slap!"

Another research direction has failed.

Zhang Di was not discouraged, and continued to deduce new research directions.

Sweat continued to drip as the number of papers filled with formula data on the ground and the table increased.

The huge and complex data, infinite connections, and complicated deduction process constantly challenge Zhang Zhai's thinking limit and consume his physical strength and energy.

After a while.

Another direction went into a dead end and was rejected.

Zhang Zhai did not stop at all, and continued to deduce the new direction.

Accompanied by failures again and again, each research direction was rejected, and the only correct deduction path in Zhang Zhai's mind was gradually drawn out from the countless clues, and became clearer, and even the overall context could be glimpsed.

In the middle of the night, the stars are shining brightly, and a bright moon hangs high.

In the lounge, Zhang Zhai once again began to try a new research direction.

As time went by, manuscript papers filled with formula data piled up on the desktop, and Zhang Zhai's deduction became more in-depth.

The long-term limit deduction and the limit operation of the brain made him a little overwhelmed, the body began to protest, and the body's protection mechanism began to work.

The back of the head began to tingle slightly.

Zhang Zhai gritted his teeth and did not stop deduction and research.

Although the deduction is still going on, he has a clear hunch that this time the direction is very likely to be correct, and some data during the deduction process also supports this point of view.

As time progresses, Zhang Zhai continues to deduce forward along the train of thought.

As the research gradually deepened, the speed of sweat dripping gradually accelerated, the body's protest became more intense, and the stabbing pain at the back of the head gradually intensified.

finally,

When the bright moon and the dots of stars in the night sky began to gradually disappear, the sky began to gradually turn white.

"Da! Da... stab!"

The lower end of the manuscript paper soaked in sweat was torn again by the tip of the pen too hard.

Only this time, Zhang Zhai did not continue to deduce and research.

"Slap!"

Zhang Zhai put down his pen and picked up the torn page of paper, a smile gradually appeared on his face.

After nearly a month of deduction and research, countless energy was spent.

At this moment, the theoretical research of gravity simulation technology is announced to be completed.

"I didn't expect it to be related to anti-gravity technology in the end." Zhang Zhai looked at the formula on the manuscript paper and whispered to himself,

Although simulated gravity technology and anti-gravity technology are not directly related,

But Zhang Di used a method in the anti-gravity technology to finally break through the last difficulty of the gravity simulation technology.

"A1, input the data and formulas into the quantum computer to perform experimental simulations." Zhang Zhai looked up at the holographic screen.

"Okay, Father." A1's voice sounded.

In an instant, the experimental simulation started, and complex data began to scroll on the holographic screen.

Looking at the constantly changing data on the holographic screen, Zhang Zhai narrowed his eyes slightly, and a clear picture of the experiment emerged in his mind.

After a while, a smile appeared on Zhang Zhai's face,

As he expected, the results of the simulations matched the predictions perfectly.

"Stop the simulation experiment."

"Okay, father."

The voice fell, and the ever-changing data on the holographic screen disappeared.

Zhang Di withdrew his gaze, glanced at the discarded manuscripts piled up on the floor of the lounge, and couldn't help smiling,

"A1, according to the previous standard, clean up all the manuscript paper in the lounge."

"Okay, father."

Zhang Zhai nodded, and tried to stand up with his hands on the table, but because of the exhaustion of physical strength and energy, his whole body was exhausted at the moment. He just stood up, his legs were a little weak, and he sat back down again.

"Father, please eat something before resting." A1's voice sounded,

"Let the Terminator bring me something to eat."

...

After a while, after a while, after eating something and recovering some strength,

Zhang Di left the seat, went straight to the bed, and lay down on the bed.

In an instant, tiredness welled up.

After a while, Zhang Zhai fell into a deep sleep.