This kind of ’high-end combat elixir’, Dan Jin, we should produce it ourselves first.
Firstly, it is indeed difficult; civilian organizations find it hard to produce.
Secondly, Zhang Feng understood why the court prohibited martial arts in Prince World.
Because it is too hard to govern.
From different positions, Zhang Feng felt the perspective of thinking had changed.
It’s not about restricting, but some people have issues.
But once some organizations catch up in standards, it should be disseminated.
After all, superconductivity itself is also outrageous, falling under ’super science’.
If someone really uses superconductivity to make weapons, it would be a big deal.
Moreover, if someone tries to cause trouble, it’s still that phrase: even a brick can kill several people.
Zhang Feng’s personal feeling is that evil cannot be completely eliminated.
But as long as they show themselves, they should be easily dealt with. Follow current novᴇls on 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩~𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢~𝔫𝔢𝔱
Afterwards, if the three internal groups of military, police, and martial arts require the elixir of Hua Jin, if necessary, it can be handed over to other institutions.
Just like the current Jade Pool Immortal Dew, it has been fully distributed.
There are also quite a few enterprises that have produced some good products.
Maybe Hua Jin can also be possible.
Diversification itself is a necessary process for human progress.
"President Zhang, you finally released Hua Jin..."
Old Liu heard that President Zhang wanted to release manpower, looking a bit relieved,
"I wanted to release the Hua Jin formula earlier, but you didn’t instruct, so no one dared to mention it."
"If something needs to be said, it should be said." Zhang Feng was reading a neurology book and asked, "There’s another matter, about the federation, how is the discussion going?"
"Early next year." Old Liu raised his wrist, projecting a holographic report in the air,
"Since you mentioned this more than a year ago, for over a year now, all parties have been tying up loose ends in preparation for the federation.
The plan is set for the end of this year when representatives from all parties will head to Xia City.
As the New Year arrives, you’ll announce the beginning of the Federation Era."
"Hmm." Zhang Feng nodded and then said, "It’s a big event and a formal occasion, is there a prepared formal speech?"
"No..." Old Liu laughed dryly: "To be precise, many people wanted to write it, but I personally feel no one has the capability to write this epoch-making speech for you.
It’s also my personal feeling, whatever you say, it’s what global citizens want to hear, because you represent not only the progress of human civilization but also yourself."
"I understand." Zhang Feng saw Old Liu’s excitement and reverence towards him and understood that most others likely felt the same.
So it’s like being pushed onto the stage; say what needs to be said.
Another two months passed.
Zhang Feng was wrapped tightly and arrived at an apartment in the city.
Came to one of the buildings, second floor.
Zhang Feng took off his hat and sunglasses and knocked on the door.
A moment later, the door opened, revealing Dr. Wu’s puzzled face.
At fifty-plus years old, his temples had grayed somewhat.
"Mr. Zhang, why have you come?"
"You haven’t rested well." Zhang Feng glanced at him, "Letting you rest at home for a few years, you haven’t progressed in Visualization."
"I’m practicing." Dr. Wu chuckled awkwardly.
Zhang Feng pointed to the door, "Are you planning to make me talk to you at the door? Can’t you let me in first?"
"Forgot!" Dr. Wu apologized even more awkwardly: "It’s been years since I’ve seen you, got a bit excited."
"It’s been three years." Zhang Feng took out tea leaves from his pocket, walked into his room.
A typical house with ordinary decor, but the walls were covered with medical diagrams.
With a glance, Zhang Feng was ready to give him tea leaves to brew some tea.
A young girl around twenty was standing at the bedroom door; she was Dr. Wu’s daughter, a senior at the local medical college.
Currently interning at Dr. Wu’s former hospital, specializing in neurosurgery.
"Am I...not mistaken? Mr. Zhang?"
The moment she saw Zhang Feng in the room, she couldn’t take her eyes off him.
"Go brew tea." Zhang Feng smiled and tossed the tea leaves to her, "The first time I saw you, you were just a teenager; now you’ve grown into your twenties."
Saying this, Zhang Feng ignored her and focused solely on Dr. Wu,
"I’ve come today to invite you into the neurology research hall of the data center.
Firstly, you have some expertise, secondly, you haven’t progressed much over these years, so come to my place.
Regularly study neurology, and during breaks, I will mentor you.
There’s Spiritual Qi there as well, for wellness."
As Zhang Feng spoke, he glanced at the ’disciple granddaughter’ who admired him, "Don’t spread the word about your father’s going, your sole task now is to brew tea."
"Data center..." Upon hearing this, Dr. Wu was moved but worried it might affect Zhang Feng, asked hesitantly: "Teacher, going to the data center? I’m not skilled enough, right?"
"Absolutely not." Zhang Feng gave no face, "The difference between neurosurgery and neurology is vast; you are definitely not skilled enough.
Just look and learn."
"Haha..." The granddaughter chuckled on her way to make tea upon hearing Zhang Feng not giving face to her father.
"If I go..." Dr. Wu was not concerned with this, but tried to tactfully decline.
He studied medicine and naturally understood that Mr. Zhang was right.
Similarly, he did not want because of him, for Mr. Zhang to be criticized behind his back.
Of course, no one dares to criticize.
But the research site of the data center, after all, is a gathering place for world-class elites.
If he were to go, it would be too abrupt.
His consideration was for Zhang Feng, not wanting because of himself to cause some negative outcomes.