Special Forces: At the beginning, An Ran pulled him to get his certificate.

In the spacious, brightly lit conference room, yet filled with an atmosphere of skepticism, Chen Jun, a tall and resolute military general, confidently outlined his plan. His voice, steady and powerful, echoed throughout the room: "I've developed a new material." These words elicited a variety of reactions from those present. Most inwardly sneered, their eyes filled with doubt as they looked at Chen Jun.

This is tantamount to an ordinary person claiming they'll be president tomorrow—it seems utterly absurd. In everyone's eyes, steel research and development has always been fraught with difficulties; achieving world-leading results is unimaginably challenging. Moreover, for this general to suddenly barge into their company and talk at length about steel research and development—how could one not think he was just making empty boasts and empty promises?

The impeccably dressed, shrewd-looking CEO Lin frowned deeply, his suspicions growing stronger. He even began to wonder if Chen Jun was a fraud. The thought nearly made him call the police. After all, it was utterly absurd for a general to suddenly appear at his company, in the highly specialized field of steel research and development, claiming he could develop steel that was world-leading.

Just as the atmosphere reached an awkward and suspicious stalemate, Old Fan stepped forward. Old Fan was a shrewd man; he immediately saw through the doubts in the hearts of everyone, including President Lin. His face darkened, and he growled, his voice carrying undeniable authority: "My boss needs to use your lab. Aren't you going to get ready? This isn't a joke." As he spoke, he deliberately flashed his sidearm; the cold metal gleamed under the lights, as if silently proclaiming the seriousness of the matter.

"President Lin, is this for real or not? Our lab is busy right now, we're doing research and development..." A secretary-like person asked President Lin with a troubled expression.

"Didn't you see he had a gun?" President Lin frowned slightly, thought for a moment and said, "Since General Chen wants to do research and development, he should just clear out the laboratory. Anyway, it won't be long before we can see what he's up to."

The secretary listened and thought it made sense, so she didn't say anything more and turned to make the arrangements.

At this moment, General Lin looked at Chen Jun with a cautious and polite expression and asked, "General Chen, what kind of personnel do you need to cooperate with you? Or what resources do you need? I'll have them prepare them."

"Old Fan, give them the list and provide the materials," Chen Jun calmly and unhurriedly instructed.

Old Fan immediately handed the list to General Manager Lin like a loyal guard, while staring intently at him with wide eyes and saying in a firm tone, "Why aren't you getting ready yet? This is a matter of national importance, and we can't afford to delay it even a little."

Mr. Lin took the list, his lips twitched slightly, but he suppressed his dissatisfaction and responded.

Then, General Lin asked, "Okay, and General Chen, what kind of technical personnel do you need? Or should we have them all on duty and waiting for your command?"

"I don't need your technicians. I'm only here to use your lab and materials. You brought your people here so they can learn from you. I have my own people." Chen Jun's answer was concise and clear, his eyes revealing an undeniable confidence.

Upon hearing this, General Lin fell into a silent, bewildered silence. This General Chen—you could call him a fraud, but the confidence in his eyes and the firmness of his attitude were as devout and resolute as someone taking an oath to join the Party. But his claim that he wanted to find someone to use his territory for experiments was utterly absurd and ridiculous.

However, Chen Jun completely ignored President Lin's thoughts. He had a secret identity—the head of the Chinese Academy of Sciences. For him, summoning people was a matter of minutes.

In fact, before coming, Chen Jun had already notified Professor Song, Professor Zhang and others from the Chinese Academy of Sciences, asking them to come as soon as possible.

The company staff were busy preparing materials when, half an hour later, a deep engine sound came from the outer gate. Three military vehicles drove in neatly and headed straight for the outside of the laboratory. The doors slowly opened, and national-level research experts, including Professor Song, Professor Zhang, Professor Duan, and Professor Gao, filed out one after another. Their steps were steady, their expressions focused, and they carried the unique air of scholars as they walked towards Chen Jun.

During this process, the company's employees were all attracted by this scene and gathered around, their faces filled with surprise and curiosity.

"Holy crap, they're all from the Chinese Academy of Sciences," a young technician couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice.

"Idiot, those three words are already written on their clothes, do you need to tell me?" The colleague next to him retorted dismissively.

“I recognize that Professor Song. He’s been on TV interviews, and I’ve attended his academic lectures many times. It’s definitely him. He’s a towering figure in the scientific research community,” another employee said excitedly, his eyes full of admiration.

"Holy crap, those are Professor Song and Professor Duan, they're both academicians! How come... they've both come to our company?" Someone exclaimed incredulously, as if they had witnessed something incredible.

"Gentlemen, you've probably overlooked a terrifying detail: were all these professors summoned by General Chen?" A voice suddenly broke the silence.

"Impossible... Even if he's a general, he couldn't possibly mobilize so many national academicians. These people have very special identities." Someone raised a question, and everyone nodded in agreement, finding the matter too bizarre.

Just as these people were discussing and looking shocked, Old Song and his group had already walked up to Chen Jun's side.

Old Song, slightly out of breath, said apologetically, "Dean Chen, we are a little late. The traffic was bad on the way from the airport to this company. We had to call the Ministry of Transport and ask the traffic police to clear the way before we could get here."

Old Zhang chuckled and complained, "You haven't been back to work at the Chinese Academy of Sciences for a long time. You've left everything to me. I'm getting old and can't keep up anymore. I hope you'll go back more often and not just shirk your responsibilities!"

Old Song and Old Zhang were both old friends of Chen Jun for many years. Their seemingly complaining words were like bombs to everyone present, causing a huge shock.

"This... Damn it, he's the head of the Chinese Academy of Sciences?" An employee couldn't help but swear, his expression instantly changing from surprise to shock.