Cutting-edge Technology: I Provide the Brains, the State Provides Everything

3: He has incredible technology, but only fifty yuan in his pocket!Lu Chen felt a warmth in his heart as he looked at the “generous” message Wang Peng sent on his phone, which was immediately replaced by a feeling of being both amused and exasperated.

Steal his dad’s private stash?

This brother is reliable. If there’s trouble, he really dares to step up.

Lu Chen smiled, put his phone back in his pocket, and didn’t reply.

How should he reply?

Tell him that, let alone his dad’s private money, even selling his dad’s company would probably only be a drop in the bucket?

Forget it, he wouldn’t understand.

When a person’s understanding surpasses the entire world, the inevitable result is a solitude that no one can comprehend.

”Grrr—”

Just then, an untimely, loud protest came from his stomach.

This sound was like the sharpest knife, instantly puncturing all grand fantasies about “changing the world” and “leading the era,” harshly pulling Lu Chen from the clouds back to solid ground.

He looked down at his stomach, then glanced at the braised beef noodles on the table, which had long gone cold and whose noodles were swollen and pale.

A few shriveled dehydrated vegetables floated on the greasy red soup, emanating a cheap and desolate aura.

Hungry!

A most primitive, purest physiological need assaulted his brain.

Having just experienced an epic brain expansion, the energy consumed was enormous. At this moment, he felt like he could devour a whole cow.

Lu Chen took a deep breath, walked to the bed, and carefully pulled out all his worldly possessions from under his pillow.

A crumpled fifty-yuan banknote.

He spread the banknote on the table, meticulously smoothing out the creases with his fingers, as if performing a sacred ritual.

The smile on the great man’s portrait seemed to carry a hint of… sympathy.

This was his entire budget for the next week.

Before today, he managed to live on scholarships and money earned from moving bricks at construction sites on weekends. But now… Lu Chen’s gaze swept over the formulas on the scratch paper that would drive any physicist mad, then looked at the flimsy banknote in front of him, and an extremely absurd feeling arose.

He held the key that could leverage trillions, even hundreds of trillions, in capital.

Any single technology in his mind could make a nation rise instantly, making a consortium as rich as a country.

Yet, he now had to painstakingly decide whether to eat two steamed buns or one steamed bun for breakfast tomorrow.

This was the biggest joke of the year!

”Calm down. You have to eat one bite at a time, and walk one step at a time.”

Lu Chen closed his eyes, forcing himself to calm down.

The most important thing now was to wait.

Although the “bait” he cast was astonishing enough, it would still take some time to truly reach the target person.

He quickly ran through a mental simulation.

The public mailbox of the Physics Research Institute receives at least eight thousand, if not ten thousand, emails every day. Ninety-nine percent of them are spam, “great discoveries” from amateur scientists, and various boring harassment letters.

His anonymous email would most likely be seen by an intern or a junior researcher.

Their first reaction would probably be, “Another lunatic trying to overturn relativity,” and then they would casually prepare to delete it.

But if they had even a little professional knowledge and looked closer, they would discover the paper’s uniqueness.

Then, they would report it to their mentor, or a higher-level director.

Upon seeing it, the director would be shocked, suspicious, and would convene their team of experts for urgent calculations and discussions.

This process would take at least one day, or two to three days at most.

So, what he needed to do now was to lurk patiently like the most seasoned hunter, and at the same time… fill his stomach.

The next day, Tuesday.

Lu Chen went to school as usual, carrying his backpack.

In the classroom of Jinghai City No. 17 Middle School, the math teacher was lecturing excitedly about a complex function problem, while the students below were drowsy.

Wang Peng was particularly heavy, his head bobbing like a pecking chicken, drool almost reaching the table.

Lu Chen, however, wasn’t listening at all.

Those problems that seemed like hieroglyphs to others were as simple as one plus one equals two in his system-enhanced brain. He only needed to glance at them to instantly get the answer, and could even provide more than three different solutions.