'My wife is probably heading to the materials department...' Another researcher looked to the left.

His wife is the team leader of the superconductor materials testing group, while he is the team leader of the superconductor theory group.

Interestingly, they didn't meet through the superconductor project, but have been childhood friends since they were young.

They attended middle school, high school, university, pursued graduate studies, and received their doctorates together, then joined the data center.

They are both 46 years old now, and have achieved the positions of team leaders in their respective groups.

They have a child who is now a prominent figure at the university, having published a provincial-level paper in electrical materials at the age of 21.

Many colleagues at the base jokingly call them the 'family of three talents.'

Eventually, the whole family might join the data center for research, which would be quite impressive.

It would truly feel like a 'family reunion' at the data center.

Defined as a 'research family.'

Meanwhile.

While everyone was speculating.

Beep—beep—

The security gate at the back opened, and Old Liu walked in from outside, dressed in a military uniform.

"President Zhang." Old Liu wasn't sure what was happening, his gaze serious yet his heart a bit confused.

It was precisely because Zhang Feng hadn't brought a notebook that Old Liu also felt puzzled.

"I'm here to announce a few things." Zhang Feng saw that everyone had arrived and looked at the energized researchers in front,

"Firstly, let's talk about a new regulation.

The previous twelve-hour schedule needs adjustment."

As Zhang Feng spoke, without waiting for confused looks from everyone, he directly told the research heads beside him:

"Change twelve hours to eight hours.

Exceeding eight hours will result in being forcibly removed from their laboratories.

Regardless of how important the project is, every three days, there must be a compulsory half-day rest."

"What? Eight hours a day?"

"President Zhang! Such a long weekend and rest period? Are we not meeting deadlines?"

"With this arrangement, will scientific progress continue?"

Upon hearing this time frame, everyone showed disbelief, and some couldn't suppress their doubts and vocalized them.

They all wanted development, and their thoughts were focused on the scientific progress of humankind.

Or to put it another way, if it weren't for 'for humanity,' they wouldn't have passed the main review and psychological tests to enter the data center.

Of course, excluding some research big shots.

But these big shots are also eager to conduct research; they enjoy scientific endeavors.

Otherwise, if they disliked or were physiologically averse to it, they wouldn't reach the status of big shots.

After all, if formulae alone are irritating, then what is there to learn?

"The time will be set as such." Zhang Feng disregarded what they thought, stating his regulation, "If you want to continue learning, you can do so in relaxation, reviewing in your respective rest areas.

Relatively speaking, leaving a high-pressure environment is also maintenance for mental and spiritual well-being."

Zhang Feng only followed his ideas for instructions, without feeling that this would make researchers lazy.

If it would make them lazy, they might as well daydream in classes, play with phones, and hang out at night markets, not having to wait until their current age.

He trusted their dedication to science.

Being trustworthy, Zhang Feng naturally cared.

They loved the country yet did not care for themselves, nor were affectionate to themselves.

Someone has to take the 'turn off the lights and sleep' kind of care for them.

Although this will slow scientific progress, as long as their lifespan is extended and they learn more, it's an indirect investment enhancement, paving a better foundation for future advancement.

As for the loss in scientific progress upfront.

Zhang Feng took out a notebook from his pocket.

Simultaneously, as Zhang Feng took out the notebook, all the doubts and discussions on the time allocation vanished.

At this moment, they curiously watched the notebook, unsure what it might contain.

'Could it be cutting off superconduction and starting a new project?'

They guessed, some felt it might be related to superconduction yet dared not speculate, lest hope turned into too much disappointment.

In the next instant.

Zhang Feng looked at Old Liu, who also carried a curious expression, saying words that nearly sparked a collective cheer,

"Project it and transcribe, what's on here is my modified 'superconductor' material formula based on Z1 superconductor.

Theoretically, once manufactured, it could support 0 resistance transmission between -150 to 5000 degrees."

'Superconductivity!'

'Superconductivity emerged?!'

'Did I hear wrong? Was the superconductor formula revealed?'

After a brief moment of disbelief, everyone displayed excited expressions.

Even a number of researchers couldn't contain their excitement, high-fiving colleagues nearby.

Because superconductivity is currently the major challenge, the greatest technical hurdle in relevant large projects.

If it's a breakthrough, and if President Zhang's theory holds.

The world is about to experience a major technological revolution.

At the same time.

Zhang Feng watched everyone eagerly looking for pens and paper and again spoke words that thrilled them,

"The reward mechanism remains as before.

The group that first delivers results, the notebook will belong to them.

Besides the initial notebook number one, no numbering is necessary for this one.

Just name it 'Superconductor Notebook.'"

...

Because of the specific materials formula.

Even though some elements of the previous world's parameters differ from reality.

Only a month.

The first superconductor, about three centimeters long and half a centimeter in diameter, was successfully developed.

The award went to a couple.

Zhang Feng looked at their profiles and found their son also a genius, having published scientific papers in the province.

"Good, keep it up."

On the award day.

Zhang Feng handed the notebook to the couple and encouraged them like a senior,

"I've heard many comrades refer to you as the 'three talents family, a research family.'

While the title of a research family hasn't been officially claimed yet, strive harder to have your son get in, formally earning you the title of a research family.

By then, I'll award you personally, hanging a 'Research Family' title plate outside your rest room.

Let this imaginary title transform into a shining honor plaque."

"Yes! President Zhang!"

"President Zhang... We will work even harder... to contribute... to our nation's research..."

The couple was extremely emotional, their voices choked with emotion.

But the man carefully handed the notebook to the woman, afraid of crumpling it with clumsy hands.

The woman held it with her clothes, picking up the notebook of the era, her palms were sweaty.

Nearby, base record personnel captured this historical moment.

Unveiling the new era of 'quantum superconductor,' debuting today.

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