The summit lasted a week and concluded successfully, with the planetary leaders departing.
A multitude of aid plans, covering infrastructure, talent acquisition, military, research institutions, and stellar exploration, were finalized.
The total direct pure aid amounted to 38 trillion, with indirect aid reaching 28 trillion.
Jiang Ye finally experienced the taste of leaning on powerful allies, and it was incredibly sweet.
If Jiang Ye Star had to develop on its own, it would take countless years to earn this much money, perhaps not even reaching this scale by the time Jiang Senlin had children.
However, Jiang Ye did not become arrogant.
Firstly, the strength of the various planets was too formidable. Any inconspicuous planetary leader could casually donate hundreds of billions without batting an eye.
Among these powerful allies, Jiang Ye's strength was truly that of a junior.
Secondly, the enormous donations and aid also meant a massive amount of work and immense responsibility.
The stellar disease was still spreading, and the environments of all planets were deteriorating.
If the cause of the stellar disease could not be found within two years, the consequences would be almost unimaginable.
The first project to commence was the power grid construction.
Over 40,000 construction machinery units, 50,000 alien workers, and more than 200,000 construction robots were deployed to 10,000 construction sites along the equator within three days.
Upon arrival, the construction teams' first task was to build.
Warehouses for equipment and raw materials, power stations for the machine workers, and temporary shelters for the human workers.
Jiang Ye had expected temporary structures, but upon visiting the site, he realized that was not the case at all.
The so-called "shelters" were rows of large residential buildings. Different work crews resided on floors of different colors, reminiscent of the colored vests on an aircraft carrier.
Each individual worker's residence was 150 square meters, and some worker couples had residences of 230 square meters. They were even elaborately decorated and of excellent quality, arguably better than the homes of most native residents on Jiang Ye Star.
Strictly adhering to an eight-hour workday, each construction site had three shifts of workers, rotating in and out. During these eight hours, there was one hour for meals and half an hour for rest, making the actual daily working hours only six and a half hours.
Jiang Ye secretly marveled, thinking this was the true wealth of the larger planets, with no consideration for cost compression, simply the indulgence of wealth.
Once the buildings at all construction sites were completed, satellites could provide an overhead view.
The entire equator of the night hemisphere was covered in bright spots, still clearly visible from outer space.
Next, the formal construction began.
Five thousand geocentric power plants and five thousand nuclear power plants.
Jiang Ye had seen the blueprints for the geocentric power plants. The structure was simple: a thick, long pipe inserted from the planet's surface deep inside, with recharge wells, gas production wells, magma chambers, and heat exchangers.
The principle was also simple: generating power through a combination of the planet's internal magma, radioactive materials, and pressure.
However, the technical challenge lay in the materials and seismic resistance.
Maintaining the integrity of the pipes in high-pressure and complex underground environments was considered black technology.
The geocentric power plants being built this time did not reach the planet's core; they were primary power plants, but their depth still reached a terrifying one thousand kilometers.
As for the five thousand nuclear power plants, they were surprisingly for supplying power to the construction sites.
Each geocentric power plant construction required a dedicated nuclear power plant for electricity, making them veritable power-guzzling monsters.
On the evening of the second day of construction, Jiang Ye sat in his study and clicked on the screen on his desk.
More than twenty new satellites were in place, providing centimeter-level observation of the entire planet. On clear days, any location could be viewed with clarity comparable to drone aerial photography.
Near the bright spots on the equator, dark brown whirlwinds had appeared.
They looked like sandstorms.
Zooming in, the centers of the whirlwinds were dark brown waterfalls, spewing upwards from the ground into the sky.
Jiang Ye calculated based on the scale, each dark brown waterfall was 3 kilometers high, like an endless mountain erupting from the earth. The noise at the site must have been as loud as thunder.
Cen Yemeng entered with a plate of sliced peaches and naturally sat on Jiang Ye's lap, feeding him.
"What is this?" she asked, looking at the screen.
"The construction site of a geocentric power plant," Jiang Ye said, chewing on the peach.
"And these waterfalls?"
"Soil spewing up from underground," Jiang Ye replied. "Using anti-gravity technology, continuously lifting the underground soil upwards, and then blowing it away with fans."
"You saying that, I think I've read about it in a book," Cen Yemeng tilted her head, thinking. "During the Third World War, geocentric power plants were used to power super high-energy-consuming weapons. At that time, there were no large-scale fans, so the soil that fell from high altitudes piled up like small mountains around. They had to use crude methods, with tens of thousands of people driving excavators day and night to move the soil blown up from underground. Some excavators got too close to the falling soil, malfunctioned, and were buried alive. Hundreds of people died every day, all for the sake of turning enemy countries into wastelands. By that point in the war, the survivors were willing to risk their lives."
"I've been looking at some classified documents from the Third World War recently, borrowed from Li Nannan," Jiang Ye said. "It's too terrifying. If I had lived then, I probably would have died within a few weeks."
"Don't say that. Your survival skills are top-notch. Otherwise, you wouldn't have stood out from the harsh conditions of the colony," Cen Yemeng put another peach into his mouth. "When we were on the garbage planet, the things you made amazed me. I thought, 'He's a man from the colony, he can survive anywhere.'"
"Actually, it's just luck," Jiang Ye sighed. "If we're talking about ability, what am I?"
"Don't you dare talk about my husband like that," Cen Yemeng playfully hit his chest. "Capable people believe in luck but don't realize it's their own ability. Incapable people blame luck but don't realize they're just not good enough."
"That's very insightful. Which philosopher said that?"
"The renowned philosopher Cen Yemeng, hailed as the wisest person of the past century. Those who attend her lectures are all deeply moved, shed tears, and undergo a baptism from the inside out, ushering in a new life like sunshine."
"That's incredible. Where does this great philosopher Cen reside? I wish to apprentice myself to her, learn the methods of wisdom, enter the gate of wonders, and shed my commoner's aura."
"Coincidentally, I'm acquainted with this great philosopher Cen. If you try hard to please me, and I'm in a good mood, I can help you get an introduction."
"How should I please you?" Jiang Ye smiled.
Cen Yemeng pretended to think for a moment, pointed towards the bedroom, and then tapped Jiang Ye's head 11 times quickly with her finger.
Jiang Ye glanced at his watch; it was already ten fifty-five.
He suddenly picked up Cen Yemeng, left the study, and jogged into the bedroom.
His phone suddenly rang.
Jiang Ye made a sour face. "I'm going to smash this damn phone sooner or later. It always ruins my good moments at critical times!"
"Smash it now!" Cen Yemeng was even more indignant.