novelraw Chapter 61 Huge Explosion: Plasma Stealth Coating!
Chapter 61 Huge Explosion: Plasma Stealth Coating!
"So, tell me, where does China's industrial development stand now?"
"Even if we don't hand these things over, let them study them at their own pace."
"How many years will it take them to surpass us?"
"5 years? 3 years?"
"Or even shorter?"
Lin Yu's exchange functionals, which far surpassed those of the entire condensed matter physics community, made it difficult for Soviet experts to judge China's current true level.
Now, if anyone says that there is no condensed matter laboratory on this land, they will have their head knocked off.
Sergei put down his teacup, his voice becoming firm.
"He may be giving us the best chance to completely resolve the Chernobyl problem."
"What we are offering is a technological legacy that has lost its foothold."
"At the Russian national level, perhaps the knowledge we have given up is even more valuable."
"But I...I am a ghost left behind by the Soviet Union that has not yet died."
He looked around at his companions
"Let's vote. Raise your hand if you agree to the exchange."
After a five-second countdown, all six hands were raised without hesitation or disagreement.
An hour later, in the conference room.
Lin Yu looked at the list Sergei handed him and a sincere smile appeared on his face.
The document not only included everything he requested, but also added several additional technologies that he had not mentioned.
Sergei provided a hydrodynamic design drawing of the propeller for the Lyra nuclear submarine.
Andrei provided an incomplete concept for the fabrication of a plasma fuselage stealth coating material.
Lin Yu was somewhat surprised.
"What are these?"
Sergei answered calmly.
"It's our sincerity."
"Since we're going to make a deal, let's do it thoroughly. These things have lost too much of their meaning by remaining in our hands."
"But it should still be useful to China."
"My teacher was still thinking about his Chinese students on his deathbed."
"I feel that the withdrawal when diplomatic relations were severed back then was too decisive and too cold-hearted."
"I couldn't come to help with the reconstruction back then. According to Chinese tradition... let this blueprint, which I helped create, be a tribute to my teacher in remembrance."
Andrei nodded in agreement, but his research was not yet fully implemented, and he could only provide incomplete results.
The deal was about to be completed.
Lin Yu was also unable to contain his excitement.
With these technologies, Chinese research teams will have plenty to do. They can digest all of these technologies, modify various parts into existing military equipment, and elevate military strength to a new level.
Even an incomplete plasma stealth coating can save a lot of trouble. With this, during the 94 South China Air Situation, it's hard to say whose radar won't be able to detect whose fighter jet.
Lin Yu also took out another, thicker folder from his briefcase.
Those were all the technical data on actinide batteries and thorium-based cycles that he had extracted.
He couldn't learn it in just a few days; he only mastered the core technology.
But he believed that after handing these things over to Soviet experts who would study and research them day and night, a viable battery could be completely developed within two years.
"All the theoretical derivations, process details, and precautions are included."
"If there's anything you don't understand, you can contact me by telegram."
Sergei's hand trembled slightly as he took the folder.
For him, this document was far more significant than the technology itself; it was more than just a technical document.
Rather, it began with the Chernobyl nuclear disaster in 86, when all the upright souls perished on that land.
When the Soviet Union collapsed in 91, after shedding its last drop of communist blood, the only remaining zombies who couldn't die with them could offer a tribute to all of this.
The Soviet Union dissolved on December 26, 1991, and it is now February 28, 1994. Only three years have passed, and only 796 days have gone by.
But every day that Russia, which was declining, moved toward the West was agonizing for him.
Both sides were very satisfied with each other's technology.
"Thanks."
Sergei thanked him solemnly in Chinese.
Lin Yu also stood up and bowed deeply to the Soviet experts.
"I should be saying thank you. The RD-170 represents the pinnacle of human rocket technology, and it is our honor to obtain its complete data."
Lin Yu raised his head, his eyes clear.
"I promise."
History will remember this day.
"This was not a transaction made out of necessity."
"It is the inheritance of the communist spirit."
Sergei nodded, feeling slightly relieved.
He had disliked Boris for a long time.
He also did not want to acknowledge that Russia, which had dissolved the Supreme Soviet but inherited the largest territory of the Soviet Union, was still the Soviet Union.
That evening, the sun was setting.
Lin Yu stood at the factory gate, watching the convoy carrying the Soviet experts drive away.
Right now, both sides are eager to go back and study the new technology they just acquired in detail, waiting to have a basic understanding of the solution before continuing to communicate.
After seeing off the Soviet experts, Lin Yu rushed back to the factory's conference room. Inside, the aroma of tea and cigarette smoke had not yet dissipated.
Lin Yu began to continue his in-depth conversation with the core professors sent by Chief Hou.
As dusk deepened outside the window, the warm yellow light inside illuminated the rosy cheeks on everyone's faces, a result of lingering excitement from the high altitude.
"Xiaoyu, that move you pulled today... was absolutely brilliant!"
"I can't even tell if what you're saying is true or false. When Chief Hou issued the mission earlier, I was wondering what kind of lie could fool those shrewd people."
"Now that I see you, I realize you're actually quite capable; there's no need for you to lie."
Professor Zhang, a materials science professor, took off his glasses to wipe them, shook his head, and sighed.
"I never imagined that someone in China could apply density functional theory to this extent, especially a young person like him!"
"You know, Sergei and his colleagues were the leading figures in Soviet materials science! And even they couldn't see it as clearly as you."
Lin Yu took a sip of the now-cold tea and smiled. It was precisely because these theories were indeed true that the incomplete theory of actinide-based radiation photovoltaics, which was ultimately used in exchange, was convincing.
The data on actinide-based photovoltaics is also incomplete, so there's really no way he could exchange it for the complete technology.
However, with the direction he pointed out and the foundation of Soviet isotope battery technology, Sergei and his team would be able to develop it in just a few years.
"Professor Zhang, the principle is actually not complicated; it's just that they've been stuck in the mindset of experimental data for too long. Starting from first principles makes many things clearer."
The room fell silent upon hearing this.
The principle isn't complicated? If the principle weren't complicated, it's impossible that Sergei and his team couldn't find a basis for theoretical calculations.
"Clear?" Professor Li, another mechanics expert, smiled wryly.
"I've been pondering your modification term for the commutative correlation functional for ages and I still don't understand even half of it. If this gets out, it'll cause an earthquake in the international condensed matter physics community."
"The earthquake must have been at least magnitude nine!"
After the professors offered a few words of praise to Lin Yu, their eyes were fixed on the manuscript stick in the center of the table and couldn't be looked away.
Lin Yu was the commander-in-chief of this operation. Without his authorization, the professors suppressed their urge to find out the truth for a long time.
The conference room was filled with smoke. Lin Yu unrolled the design draft, which was rolled into a long stick, and a stack of drawings popped out.