"Old Chen, how long have you been here, and still no news from the email?"
In the network duty room of the Longguo Academy of Sciences, Qi Junguo asked Chen Mao, who was staring blankly.
Ever since receiving those two mysterious emails, Chen Mao had become obsessed, monopolizing the network duty room. He insisted on waiting for the mysterious scientific master to send another email. However, nearly two weeks had passed, and the master had not sent anything further.
"I have a premonition, he will definitely send us more emails. Perhaps not now, but maybe in the next moment, or at some point later. As long as he sends something, I will find a way to contact him!"
Chen Mao's eyes were fixed on the email on the computer screen, and he said with great certainty. During his stay in the network duty room, he hadn't just waited; he had also proactively sent countless communication emails to that mysterious address. He had even meticulously analyzed the writing habits and word usage in those two papers, hoping to find a breakthrough. After all, he believed that no one in the world was without flaws. Since the other party intended to conceal their identity, he would find a way to uncover it himself.
"You are too persistent. If we could find this master, it would undoubtedly be an honor for our Chinese scientific community. However, if we cannot, it might not be a bad thing either. Ever since the last lithography machine product launch, many major powers have been secretly searching for this master. If even we cannot track his whereabouts now, it means he is absolutely safe."
Qi Junguo patted Chen Mao's shoulder to comfort him. He understood how threatening a person who could independently develop the world's most advanced lithography machine was to foreign powers. As long as this person existed, Longguo would pose a greater threat to them. Yet, Qi Junguo also sincerely admired this master. The two technologies that this mysterious master had donated to the Longke Institute were each worth enough to make oneself financially independent if sold abroad. Yet, this mysterious master had donated both technologies for free, which demonstrated his magnanimity and grand vision!
"Alright, I'm here to tell you some good news. We have successfully manufactured the ultra-high precision machine tool according to the master's blueprints and papers. Would you like to see it?" Qi Junguo said excitedly to Chen Mao.
"The master's work is bound to be flawless. If we can't build it, it can only be due to our own lack of understanding!" Chen Mao smiled upon hearing the news, not surprised by this development. In his opinion, any technology sent by the master would be perfect.
"You are right. Our team encountered numerous problems and had to re-examine the papers dozens of times before finding the issues. If the master had been here to provide on-site guidance, we would have likely completed these things long ago," Qi Junguo said with a smile.
"I truly hope to meet this master. I still have many scientific conjectures that I haven't found answers to. I believe that if I could meet this master, he would give me a satisfactory reply!" Chen Mao sighed earnestly.
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After being unconscious for a day, Wang Shu could no longer bear it by dawn the next day. Rather than lie there and wait for death, it was better to fight for it. At least he would die without regret.
"System, force me to wake up!" Wang Shu directly commanded the system.
[Host forcibly awakens, lifespan countdown 23:59:59...23:59:58...]
Following the system's prompt, Wang Shu felt a violent pain in his head. Immediately after, a dazzling light shot directly into his eyes.
"Awake?"
At that moment, a doctor was observing Wang Shu's condition with a flashlight. Unexpectedly, as soon as the flashlight was shone on Wang Shu's face, the young man suddenly opened his eyes, startling even the doctor.
"Where am I?" Wang Shu asked, looking around in confusion.
"Wang Shu? You're awake? You're finally awake!" Xu Yunshang, who had been lying by Wang Shu's bed, was also awakened. When she saw Wang Shu's eyes open, she excitedly grabbed his hand.
"Why are you here too?" Seeing Xu Yunshang by his side, Wang Shu asked in surprise.
"Sister He told me you were in trouble, so I came over," Xu Yunshang said, her cheeks slightly flushed, looking at Wang Shu with concern.
"Try to talk to him as little as possible and don't disturb his rest," the doctor, understanding the situation, gave Xu Yunshang a few instructions and then left. Only Xu Yunshang and Wang Shu remained in the ward.
"Yunshang, do you have any other friends who want to buy songs?" Wang Shu asked Xu Yunshang with anticipation. He desperately hoped that Xu Yunshang would introduce him to dozens more big clients so he could earn some money to extend his life.
"What? You still want to write songs? Do you know you're going to die soon?" Xu Yunshang was surprised that Wang Shu's first concern upon waking was selling songs, not his own well-being, and became very angry.
"I know, that's why I need to write more songs quickly. I'm afraid these songs will be wasted when I die!" Wang Shu said to Xu Yunshang with a heavy and regretful expression.
Upon hearing Wang Shu's words, Xu Yunshang could no longer hold back her tears, which flowed down her cheeks. She hadn't expected Wang Shu, in such a condition, to still focus on music and worry about his songs dying with him. He had truly dedicated his life to music. If he hadn't contracted this terminal illness, the Mandopop music scene would likely be entirely different.
"I'll go ask the seniors right away. I believe they will also be very eager for your songs," Xu Yunshang said, wiping away her tears and looking at Wang Shu with a choked voice. She then got up and went outside to contact her seniors and friends in the music industry. A few minutes later, Xu Yunshang returned with a look of joy.
"The seniors really liked your works, so they each requested another song this time, at the original price!" Xu Yunshang said to Wang Shu with relief.
"Still ten songs, right? But I can't write them now. How about I sing them to you, and you write them down for me!" Wang Shu was very satisfied with this outcome. He hadn't expected that in this life, the person he could rely on the most was this young woman he hadn't known for long.
"Okay, sing them to me!" Xu Yunshang took out paper and a pen from her bag and looked at Wang Shu earnestly.