A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

With the issuance of specific instructions.

Before long, mainstream daily newspapers published the relevant news.

"Number one in the world? It has already surpassed the UK and the US?"

"This slogan hasn't even been around for a few years, and it's already become a reality after just one night's sleep?"

People looked at each other in disbelief; there was nothing they could do, it was just too shocking!

It's like how I wished every day that a pile of money would come and knock me half-paralyzed, only to wake up the next day and find that I really couldn't move.

However, I was overwhelmed by my own little popcorn at home, while the people in this book fully felt the heat brought by this "first".

Considering that there are many illiterate people nowadays, the government directly put the broadcasting system into operation as well.

In no time, the word "laser" spread throughout the country. Even the old farmers resting in the fields could smoke their pipes and imagine a red light coming from the sky and lighting their pipes when they didn't have a tinderbox.

Although it's a bit far-fetched, you can't exactly go and explain things like atomic up-transitions and atomic down-transitions to them.

Moreover, the inventor of the "laser" himself said that lighting a cigarette out of thin air is something else!

Although everyone searched high and low but couldn't find the specific name in the newspaper, the phrase "Chinese researchers" was enough!

Optimists treat this as a story, while those with a discerning eye see it as a prophecy. In particular, a certain research institute has people who are excellent storytellers. They rambled on and on, and somehow managed to make this story of "lighting a cigarette" in outer space sound plausible, even going so far as to reveal some seemingly plausible data.

Furthermore, it was published openly in a new, serious journal published by the Chinese Academy of Sciences, except that the institute in question was called the Strategic Deception Bureau.

Director—Little Fool,

Clerk - Little Hairy Head

Logistics – Little Dumb Hair.

We've gone off on a tangent again. We'll talk about these kinds of deceptive things later.

Yes, that's right. Joking aside, the first article published in this journal called "Laser" published by the Chinese Academy of Sciences was "A Feasibility Study on a Solid-State Laser Emitter Based on the Theory of Stimulated Emission of Light," which was written by Xiao Dai Mao in earnest.

Next are some application-oriented expansion and development directions written by various experts. Although they are all just ideas, they are still filled with some data from the experts' initial experiments, so they look quite decent.

This journal wasn't translated into English, but a batch was specially made in Russian and distributed to friendly countries within the alliance, which surprised Big Brother a little.

Because the relevant personnel from the older brother country re-verified the data according to the data in the first paper, after the appearance of the pulse-like red line, the "world's first" status of this ancient Eastern country was already a foregone conclusion.

Yes, any groundbreaking invention needs someone to endorse it, and that endorser must be relatively powerful. This is one of the reasons why the young man suggested that the higher-ups send the paper to the alliance for review.

The mighty Tesla, the ruler of lightning, ended up in a miserable state precisely because it lacked a powerful backer.

The Russians can be quite frustrating in some ways, but surprisingly easygoing in others.

"Our brother country to the south is quite interesting. Let's cheer for them! Such achievements fully demonstrate the superiority of the alliance!"

"And they're using ruby? Ruby laser emitter... My expert told me that those bastards in the west have always thought it couldn't be used as a laser material?"

"Our friends in the south have proven that the people of the 'Allied Powers' are a bunch of despicable liars! Come on, spread the word! Let people understand that only by joining the Alliance can they have a bright future!"

A group of high-ranking officials and nobles crammed into a dark room. After experiencing the shock of a red line flashing across their retina, a bald man raised his wine glass and shouted loudly.

"Ula! Ula!"

After a few shouts, cup after cup of the life-giving water was poured into his stomach without restraint.

Ha, is this really a celebration for a country to the south? If so, why didn't they even invite their ambassador?

Mulan, with her blonde hair, pursed her lips, but as she watched the bald man walk towards her teacher, she still put on an elegant smile and hid herself behind a tall old man.

"Shevev, when you're having a blast, you should let loose. Why are you all alone here?"

The bald man wiped the sweat from his brow and glanced up at the pretty figure behind the elderly man.

"Oh, you've got it, my dear president of the Academy of Sciences. Looks like it was my fault for bothering you." The bald man gave a knowing look; men, they understand each other perfectly well...

"Oh, no. My supervisor, this is my student, please don't misunderstand. I'm just struggling with these Chinese characters. The comrades in the south have only translated the first paper, and the rest..."

"The rest are just their delusions, my esteemed Chairman of the Academy of Sciences." Petrov from Lubyanka raised his glass and smiled at Shevev.

"Delusion?"

"Yes, my men have translated an article that describes sending a laser emitter into outer space to strike the ground. Do you think that's possible?"

"Uh... your steps were a bit too big."

"Hahaha, don't forget those guys in the south claim a yield of 10,000 catties per mu. Exaggeration is their old tradition..." Petrov held his wine glass, as if his funny bone had been touched, and laughed non-stop.

The exaggerated performance aroused the curiosity of the people on the side, and after Petrov's promotion, everyone burst into laughter.

"Alright, alright, perhaps the people over there are self-aware enough to know that the later papers wouldn't stand up to scrutiny, which is why they didn't translate them. But the first one is quite substantial, so let's give them the 'first place'!"

"Let's get our propaganda departments moving!"

So, after some pushing from the Russians, they declared, "The red light is a divine instruction; the alliance will surely expand its territory!"

Tsk, such a perfectly good technological product, I don't know why it has slid towards theocracy.

The consequences...

Paper was expensive in Luoyang, and a single copy was hard to come by.

To print these books and periodicals, Big Brother generously sent over several sets of the latest printing presses. After all, China's printing equipment at that time was really not very good; just picking it up and flipping through it would leave your hands covered in ink, which couldn't reflect the superiority of the alliance!

They'll accept it; China is short of everything anyway. The important thing is, when they delivered the printing press, they even brought over several train cars of wheat, claiming it was a reward for the person who wrote the good science fiction story.

Well written. You could write more, and it would be best to translate it into English so that those people in the West can experience the charm of fantasy.

The bigwigs at the Academy of Sciences were incredibly frustrated. "My dears! My painstakingly written paper, though not yet realized, has a bright future! Once I do it, I'll crush you all!"

Little Ao Mao grinned and said, "No problem, I can even make up Star Wars stories."

A prince saves a princess, plus a corrupted knight, and both sides switch from melee weapons to lightsabers—that would be amazing! But could you also send some food? A brain lacking nutrition can't come up with a good story.

Grain? Ha, as long as we're satisfied, we can have as much as we want. At worst, we'll just have Er Mao's family work overtime!

(Fun fact: Er Mao was responsible for 40% of the entire alliance's grain requisition task. During the Great Famine, Er Mao's people were seriously injured.)