In the Atlantic Ocean, the breeze swept across the entire East Coast with a little coolness.

In the first area, Newark Airport in Newark Airport in New Zealand, USA, in Terminal 3, two middle-aged men stood by the glass window of the observation deck, looking at the huge Boeing 760 parked on the tarmac.

In the transparent glass boarding passage, a figure was walking towards the plane with a backpack on his backpack.

"You said, why didn't he stay? Is it that good to go back to China?"

Standing by the glass window, the middle-aged man in a suit seemed to be asking his companions around him, or muttering to himself.

Over the years, he has been unable to count how many times he has personally invited the other party to stay.

Even if it is given the honor of a US national academician, even if it is given the most relaxed and most cooperative scientific research environment, it will be useless to try to make him fall in love with it.

No matter what they do, they cannot change that person's attitude.

On the side, another man in casual clothes and gold-rimmed glasses stared at the plane outside the window and shook his head slightly.

Perhaps only the person who has entered the plane now knows this answer?

But no matter what, they lost one of the world's top scientists today.

He lost a physics genius who won the Nobel Prize in Physics twice and was hailed by the physics community as the fourth person after Newton, Einstein and Maxwell.

At the same time, it also lost a mathematician who won the Fields Medal and a top scientific researcher who could expand the boundaries of the materials industry.

Turning his head, he glanced at the middle-aged man in a suit and tie beside him, opened his mouth, and wanted to speak but stopped.

He wanted to ask, what price did the red country pay to let them go of the century-old talent that one person could worth a city or even a country.

But he knew in his heart that these things were not something he, a small Harvard physics professor, could be asked about.

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Late at night, a Boeing 760 was loaded with passengers taking off from Newark Airport in New Zealand. Xu Chuan sat in the cabin, leaning against the window, and looking at the bustling city beneath his feet.

Fifteen years ago, he just turned 21 and completed his university studies at Sanjiang Normal University. While obtaining his graduation certificate, he also received an admission letter from Princeton University.

I thought I could return to China in four or five years after studying abroad, but I didn’t expect to stay in this strange country for fifteen years.

The cause was his first year of receiving a professorship at Princeton University, a paper titled "The Mechanism of Conversion of Nuclear Beta Radiation Energy" published.

Later, he was invited by a certain atomic energy experimental agency for this paper and entered the atomic energy laboratory to conduct experimental research on the paper.

In two years, under his leadership, the experimental research on the mechanism of nuclear β radiation energy accumulation conversion to electrical energy was successfully completed.

It is also because of this project that he won the first Nobel Prize in his life, and at the same time, he was awarded the honor of an academician of the American National Academy of Sciences.

After the experiment was completed, Xu Chuan was also preparing to return to China.

However, the accident came. On the day he left, he was temporarily banned from leaving because he participated in a core confidential experiment and involved in core information leakage, waiting for a clear investigation.

This waiting period lasted for a full decade.

As a scientific researcher, Xu Chuan's sense of smell is not very sharp, but after failing to return to China for several first few attempts, he probably realized that he might not be able to go back.

Although we know some other professors, teachers, Princeton colleagues and friends to help, these scholars are relatively weak.

After ten years of investigation, if he added the previous five years of studying abroad, he would have stayed here for fifteen years.

How many fifteen years does life have?

But it is still time now. He is less than 38 years old and has at least two fifteen years left to display his talents.

The tree is a thousand feet tall, and the leaves fall back to the roots; the tired birds return to their hometown, and the wandering son misses his relatives. More than ten years have passed, and the hometown he was eager to miss can be seen in more than ten hours.

Thinking of this, Xu Chuan smiled and reached out to touch the backpack placed on his legs.

This is some of his scientific research ideas over the past decade, most of which are casual notes. It is precisely because of this that these things can be taken away by him.

And at his feet, he had more scientific research results and materials and papers left there.

However, Xu Chuan no longer cared about this. The knowledge was in his mind. As long as he wanted, it was not difficult to rewrite and develop it.

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The twelve-hour voyage passed quickly, and the Boeing 760 drew a perfect arc along the outer line of the Arctic Circle.

When the sun rises in the distance, the shoreline where sea and land intersect begins to turn red, and that fiery red tomorrow seems to tear apart the darkness.

Looking at the sunrise in the sky, Xu Chuan couldn't help but smile; in more than half an hour, he would be able to step into the territory of his motherland, and hope that his talent could also make his motherland rise like this red sun.

Suddenly, a sense of weightlessness surged from his feet, quickly pulling his consciousness back to reality from his loss of consciousness.

"The plane is diving?"

The feeling of falling rapidly and the scenery outside the window made Xu Chuan's pupils suddenly shrink. The chaos in the cabin made him realize something, but he was powerless.

In just over a minute, with a deafening roar, fires on the sea soared into the sky, and the huge Boeing 760 disappeared into the vast sea, leaving only countless fragments of the body floating on the water.

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Chapter completed!