parentshiftbook Chapter 116 I'll simplify things and explain some basic problems to you.
Chapter 116 I'll simplify things and explain some basic problems to you.
The smell of gunpowder hadn't dissipated from the underground laboratory as the special forces soldiers carefully packed the twisted remains of firearms into evidence bags.
Bai Che sat in a surviving metal swivel chair, holding a pair of tweezers, picking something out of a pile of discarded circuit boards.
"That's such a waste of money, it's really such a waste of money."
As he picked through the items, he shook his head and sighed, his brow furrowed like a primary school student who had just lost two yuan of pocket money. "That peak output just now burned off a full three grams of palladium in the reactor. At the current international precious metal market price, that one shot is enough for me to eat braised pork in the cafeteria for five hundred years."
Li Jianguo stood to the side, his lips twitching.
He glanced at the controllable nuclear fusion core, which was being tossed on the corner of the table as scrap metal but was capable of changing the energy landscape of mankind, and then at Bai Che, who was heartbroken over the few grams of material. He felt a tightness in his chest.
Is this the pinnacle of Versailles?
"Bai Gong, don't worry about those materials." Li Jianguo helplessly stuffed the broken walkie-talkie back into his pocket. "The special funds approved by the higher-ups are enough for you to buy a palladium mine. The problem now is, how to deal with these old fogies."
Just then, a series of chaotic and hurried footsteps came from outside the blast door.
It wasn't the crisp sound of military boots hitting the ground, but rather the urgent rhythm of leather shoes striking the earth.
Su Wanqing had just saved the "Zero Boundary Energy" registration plan on her tablet when she looked up and saw a group of elderly men with gray hair, dressed in old-fashioned Zhongshan suits or Western suits, hurrying in.
The leader, with a full head of silver hair and thick-rimmed black glasses, was thin, but his dignified and rigorous academic aura made the heavily armed special police around him unconsciously make way for him.
Wang Dingbang.
A leading figure in China's nuclear physics community, an academician of both the Chinese Academy of Sciences and the Chinese Academy of Engineering, and the chief person in charge of the national "artificial sun" project.
These important figures, usually only seen in textbooks and on the news, were now like a pack of hungry wolves that had smelled blood, completely ignoring the bullet holes in the walls and the bloodstains on the ground.
The moment they entered, their eyes were fixed on the inconspicuous metal ring in the corner of the lab table.
"Nonsense! Absolutely nonsense!"
Wang Dingbang rushed to the front of the stage and looked at the reactor core, which was exposed to the air without any protective measures. He was so angry that he trembled all over.
His hands trembled as he tried to touch it, but then he recoiled as if facing some fragile artifact, turning to Li Jianguo and unleashing a torrent of abuse.
"Li Jianguo! You're a veteran comrade, how can you be so unprincipled!"
Academician Wang's voice cracked with excitement, "What is this? This is an extremely high-energy neutron source! Is it something that can be placed carelessly in such a rudimentary environment? And yet…and it's being used as a weapon, carelessly thrown around? This is a crime against science! This is utter irresponsibility towards national property!"
Li Jianguo was thoroughly berated, and opened his mouth to explain, "Old Wang, this...this is all for nothing..."
"I won't listen to any explanations!" Wang Dingbang waved his hand, acting arbitrarily. "Where are the special forces? Where's the lead box? Seal this thing immediately! No one is allowed to approach within five meters until all parameters have been measured!"
Behind him, a dozen or so accompanying experts also looked heartbroken, as if Bai Che had not just rescued the hostages, but rather used the Mona Lisa as a table leg.
Li Jianguo, who had been in control of the entire room, instantly lost his temper in front of this group of academic authorities.
Bai Che put down the tweezers in his hand and looked at the group of old men who were on high alert with some speechlessness.
"Sir, that's just a battery," Bai Che interjected lazily. "And I've already locked the excited state; now it emits less radiation than the mechanical watch on your wrist."
"Battery?!"
A young researcher following behind Wang Dingbang couldn't help but speak up.
He was probably in his early thirties, with his hair neatly combed back. He held a tablet in his hand, and his eyes were full of hostility and doubt as he looked at Bai Che.
"You call this level of energy density a battery?"
The young researcher pulled up a photo—it was a sketch that Bai Che had drawn on the ground, which Li Jianguo had sent to him earlier.
"I've seen your formulas," he said sharply, pointing at the screen. "This completely violates the classical tokamak magnetic confinement model! According to the Lawson criterion, it's impossible to achieve tritium-deuterium fusion ignition at this volume! Your data is either fabricated, or... what you just saw wasn't fusion at all, but just the release of some kind of unstable high-energy particles! In other words, a 'dirty bomb'!"
These words immediately sparked a buzz of discussion among the expert panel.
"Yes, it's too small; there's simply no way to wind a superconducting coil around it."
"How do you solve the heat exchange problem? This structure simply can't conduct heat."
"It's understandable that young people want to become famous, but they can't use pseudoscience to fool the country."
Questions and criticisms arose one after another.
In their decades-long understanding, controlled nuclear fusion is the holy grail that requires thousands of tons of equipment, billions of dollars in funding, and the efforts of several generations to reach.
How could it be that a twenty-year-old kid could have groped him out of this messy basement?
Wang Dingbang raised his hand, silencing the surrounding chatter.
He looked at Bai Che with a serious expression, his tone leaving no room for doubt: "Young man, whatever you have created, this thing poses a huge safety hazard. As the head of the nuclear energy expert group, I hereby declare that I am to immediately take control of all the equipment here."
"This device will be transported back to the Chinese Academy of Sciences for disassembly and reverse engineering evaluation," Wang Dingbang gave the final verdict. "Until this process is completed—which will take at least three years—all your related experiments must cease."
Three years.
This not only means that the "Zero Boundary Energy" plan has been aborted, but also that Bai Che will be under house arrest indefinitely while waiting for the outcome.
Su Wanqing's fingers tightened suddenly as she gripped the tablet, her knuckles turning white.
She looked at Bai Che with concern.
If we were to dismantle it, it would be tantamount to negating all of Bai Che's hard work.
"Disassemble?"
Bai Che chuckled and stood up from his chair.
He showed no anger, offered no explanation, and didn't even glance at the young researcher.
That look in his eyes was like an elephant hearing ants discussing the possibility of tripping it.
"Three years is too long, I can't wait."
As Bai Che spoke, he casually walked to the unbroken explosion-proof glass wall on one side of the laboratory.
He took a black marker out of his white coat pocket, uncapped it, and made a crisp "pop" sound.
"Since you think the data is fake and the model is flawed."
Bai Che had his back to everyone, his pen tip hovering over the glass, his voice as calm as if he were casually discussing what to eat for dinner, "That's probably because you've been staring at those textbooks from thirty years ago."
"You can't understand the magnetic field topology of a three-dimensional manifold, can you?"
"OK."
"Then I'll lower the dimension a bit and use a two-dimensional plane to explain the basic problems to you."
Nourishes—
The pen tip touched the glass, making a teeth-grinding scraping sound.
Bai Che's wrists trembled rapidly.
The moment the first line of formula was written, the young researcher was about to scoff, "Another bunch of scribbles..."
But when Bai Che wrote the third line...
The young researcher's voice abruptly stopped, like a rooster being choked.
He stared wide-eyed at the sets of nonlinear partial differential equations he had never seen before.
A bead of cold sweat slid down his temple from his forehead.
What... what is this?
This is not a traditional magnetohydrodynamic equation.
This is more like redefining the trajectory of charged particles in space using mathematical language!
sizzle--
The basement was completely silent, except for the frantic scraping of a marker across the glass, as rapid as a downpour.
Bai Che wrote faster and faster, without even pausing to think.
Those complex Greek letters, integral symbols, and matrix operations seemed to have always been in his mind, flowing out from the tip of his pen.
"The Lawson criterion that Professor Wang just mentioned is based on the steady-state plasma assumption."
As Bai Che wrote, he delivered this "teaching" in an almost languid tone, a style that felt like a game-changer.
"However, under strong magnetic field coupling, the spin direction of a particle can be reconstructed."
"By introducing a variable of imaginary time, those so-called 'unstable turbulence' are nothing more than a perfect closed-loop structure."
"Look, like this."
Swish!
With the final stroke falling heavily.
The entire four-meter-wide explosion-proof glass wall was filled with dense black formulas.
At the very center is a final result that is shockingly simple.
That is the key to controlled nuclear fusion.
Bai Che casually tossed the nearly empty marker into the corner trash can, dusted off his hands of non-existent chalk dust, and turned around.
"Is this question difficult?"
Dead silence.
An even more utterly desolate silence than when the battle had just ended.
The young researcher's tablet computer fell to the ground with a "thud," the screen shattering, but he didn't even bother to check it.
He was completely exhausted, leaning against the lab table, his lips trembling: "This...this is impossible...it can actually be solved like this..."
And Academician Wang Dingbang.
This elderly man, who has dominated the academic world for half a century, is now holding his reading glasses, his whole body almost pressed against the glass wall.
His nose was only centimeters away from the formulas, and his cloudy eyes darted wildly between the symbols.
From initial doubt to shock in the middle, and finally to fervor.
His body was trembling.
It wasn't out of anger, but out of a kind of pilgrimage-like trembling.
The "ignition threshold" problem, which has plagued the academic community for fifty years and countless scientists have spent their entire lives trying to overcome, was solved by this young man in less than five minutes on a broken glass wall.
And the solution was so elegant, so perfect.
It's like a poem frozen in time.
"So beautiful...so beautiful..."
Wang Dingbang murmured to himself, his finger tracing the final formula in the air, tears welling in his eyes. "So the path has always been here... We've been going the wrong way, we've been going the wrong way all along..."
He turned around abruptly.
He disregarded his status as an academician and the fact that dozens of eyes were watching.
The seventy-year-old man straightened his somewhat disheveled clothes and bowed deeply to Bai Che, who was only twenty years old.
Ninety degrees.
"teacher."
Her voice was choked with emotion, yet it was firm and resolute.
That one word, "teacher," struck like a heavy hammer into the hearts of everyone present.
The expert team members behind him blushed, some with shame, some with shock, and all lowered their proud heads.
The young researcher who had been the most vocal earlier now wished he could disappear into the ground.
Disassembly? Reverse engineering?
These words seem so ridiculous in the face of absolute truth.
They're building a spaceship, and you're trying to use it as a tractor to fix things. That's not science, that's ignorance.
Although Li Jianguo couldn't understand the formulas, he could understand Academician Wang's bow.
He felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.
At that moment, he finally understood why the authorities had listed Bai Che as a "national treasure".
This is hardly a national treasure.
This is a beacon of human civilization.
Bai Che looked at the old man in front of him who was bowing so deeply that he couldn't get up, and the nonchalant look on his face softened a little.
He reached out to help Wang Dingbang up, his tone returning to calm: "Mr. Wang, you flatter me. Now that the theoretical obstacles have been removed, what about the safety of this thing..."
"Absolutely safe! I'll fight anyone who says it's not safe!"
Wang Dingbang straightened up, his eyes ten times sharper than before—the eyes of a protective parent. "No need for disassembly! The Chinese Academy of Sciences will fully cooperate with Professor Bai… Professor Bai's subsequent development! Anyone who dares to obstruct it is hindering national progress!"
After saying that, he turned and yelled at the group of experts who were still standing there in a daze, "What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and record it! If even a piece of this wall breaks, you will be sinners in the eyes of history!"