Scholars in the courtyard

In the afternoon, Mr. Song said goodbye to Mr. Chen and stood up to leave.

He wants to go back and have a good talk with the people from the Chinese Academy of Sciences.

No, it’s about studying it carefully.

Because the topic given in this material is too, too advanced.

This provides a promising research direction.

He needs to think about it carefully.

And Mr. Chen also needs more authoritative expert judgment.

After all, Yang Xiaotao often tinkers with some incomprehensible stuff.

Who knows what's going on with this guy's head.

What if this guy gets crazy and takes a real one as a fake?

What if this kid himself doesn’t know whether it’s true or not?

We need to find someone to check it.

Therefore, Mr. Chen was no longer in a hurry to report it and just waited for the result from the Chinese Academy of Sciences.

Chinese Academy of Sciences.

After Mr. Song came back, he immediately asked someone to hold an internal meeting.

Anyone related to aviation, aerospace, electromechanical and even weapons research and development was called in.

Hundreds of people were waiting in the conference room, but Mr. Song arranged for people to keep the matter confidential.

When everyone was getting impatient, Mr. Song walked into the room wiping his sweat.

As soon as possible, the security department was asked to close all the doors on site and no one was allowed to enter or leave.

This made everyone present at the meeting stunned.

What is going on?

Just when everyone was confused, someone else came in and handed out confidentiality agreements. Only then did everyone realize the importance of the matter.

I'm afraid something big is about to happen.

Only after everyone signed the confidentiality agreement did Mr. Song stand up from his seat.

He glanced at everyone present, took a deep breath, and then said seriously, "I called you all here today for one thing!"

Then, Mr. Song talked about his ideas about space-based weapons.

At first everyone was listening quietly, but when Mr. Song finished speaking, the crowd below was already in an uproar.

Mr. Song is familiar with this scene.

Because this is what happened when I encountered this kind of thing before.

Bang Bang

Mr. Song patted the table and everyone quieted down.

"Now I need to know whether this weapon has any theoretical basis."

“Is it possible to achieve this?”

"Also, we need to have an accurate assessment of the power of the weapon."

After Mr. Song finished speaking, the audience fell silent.

This was also expected.

Because this is the thinking process.

Sometimes, this process is very short.

But sometimes, this process takes a long time.

After Mr. Song finished speaking, he came and sat down in the front row.

At this moment, the core members of the Chinese Academy of Sciences are all here.

"Old Song, what's going on?"

Chen Fang, as the research director of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, spoke first.

The people behind him were also waiting for Lao Song to explain.

Mr. Song then told Mr. Chen what happened when he went to see him.

Everyone present here is aware of the matter of deceiving the 'alliance experts'.

Even the topics raised were the ones they had spent half the night thinking about and sorting out.

They are not sure whether it has any specific effect, but it is certain that it has no effect now, and it will take more than ten or eight years to achieve it.

"You mean, this is the topic given by the Nine Departments?"

Chen Fang asked in surprise. Old Song nodded and handed over the information he had been holding. "To be precise, it should be given by Yang Xiaotao."

“And this is just the first step.”

"first step?"

Some were surprised, some were astonished, and some fell into deep doubt.

After Chen Fang took it, she couldn't wait to read it.

When seeing this, people around could be heard gasping for air from time to time.

After a long time, Chen Fang handed it to others, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

This first step doesn't look fake at all.

And it sounds very feasible.

"The first step is to use satellites to build a platform to conduct direct attacks from space."

“This step is more detailed, including requirements for the materials used, as well as ideas on how to transport and load them.”

“The levels are very regular, and some parts can be supported by physics.”

"After seeing it, I feel like it doesn't look like something that could be made overnight. It must have taken a long time of research."

At this time, Elder Song spoke up, "If we judge it by its power, it will be comparable to a nuclear weapon."

Chen Fang and the others nodded in agreement, and then gave their own opinions, "Besides, this kind of weapon is launched directly from space, there is no chance of interception at all."

"You could say that as long as you move above the target, you won't run away."

"It's so, so scary."

As a few people were talking, the others simply read the document and then all looked at Mr. Song.

"Don't look at me. I can't tell whether it's true or not, so bring it back so we can discuss it together."

"To be honest, I'd rather it were false."

Everyone nodded.

Because if this were true, they would not dare to act on their own.

Because given the domestic human, material and financial resources, technological level and environment, it may be possible to complete it, but it will definitely cost a lot.

Just building the satellite platform is a huge project.

Last time, the Dongfanghong-1 missile wore them down and made them lose their vitality.

This time the satellite platform will only be bigger.

Moreover, it requires dual-star cooperation and a one-ton tungsten rod, which is unaffordable in China.

More importantly, once we do this, the Alliance and the United States will quickly notice it.

Moreover, considering their productivity and scientific research capabilities, it is only a matter of time before they catch up and then surpass us.

By then, they will be the ones considering the threat.

“Is it true or not?”

Chen Fang confirmed again.

Old Song nodded, "That guy Yang Xiaotao said so."

"Also, this first step is quite detailed, while the second step, landing on the moon, is rather vague. As for the third step, Star Wars, it's just a title."

"From this aspect, it can be seen that this guy must have rushed out the work."

But at this point, Mr. Song became a little uncertain again, and then he sighed and said, "But this kid is a bit evil. Who knows if this dream-like thing is real?"

"After all, this guy doesn't play by the rules."

After this was said, everyone who knew Yang Xiaotao nodded in their hearts.

Even though that guy is young, he has reached his current position. To say that he has no ability is the same as saying that he is stupid.

"More importantly, Mr. Chen said so."

Mr. Song's voice suddenly became meaningful, and everyone looked over.

"Mr. Chen said that this kid is very lucky."

With these words, everyone present took a deep breath, but no one refuted.

Luck is definitely a part of strength.

And often when it arrives it is not even noticed.

Everyone understood why Mr. Chen and Mr. Song were so nervous. They were all afraid that Yang Xiaotao had hit the jackpot by accident.

This damn luck is sometimes a problem.

"Okay, let's study it quickly."

"good."

"I'll go to the physics department and take a look."

“I’m going to look for remote sensing.”

Everyone dispersed, leaving only Old Song and Chen Fang.

"Old Chen, your nephew is amazing."

Old Song said slowly that he already knew about Old Ye's affairs. He had wanted to bring Old Ye to the Chinese Academy of Sciences at the beginning, but some things prevented him from doing so.

Now I’m in the Ninth Department, which is not bad.

At the very least, Mr. Ye’s current identity is a worker, which is much better than these mental workers.

As for Yang Xiaotao, everyone knows his relationship with Lao Qian. Although he is a latecomer, such a good student, such a smart student, not to mention Lao Qian, even he is envious.

Of course, there are probably not many people who can be Yang Xiaotao's teacher.

And Lao Qian is the most suitable person.

"Stop talking about it. This guy has done things that would make even my uncle-in-law ashamed."

Chen Fang smiled modestly, but she couldn't hide the pride on her face.

Yang Xiaotao helped his fellow brothers fulfill their wishes, so he is truly one of their own.

Who wouldn’t be happy if their family members are successful?

Of course, this does not apply to those who cannot bear to see their family members doing well.

"I'll go take a look. This guy is going to find us a job. I'll talk to Lao Qian about it next time."

Chen Fang smiled and stood up and left.

Old Song gave him a look that said "you are a good boy", then lowered his head, feeling in his heart that he should have brought this kid to the Chinese Academy of Sciences in the first place.

Now, if he dares to say that, a group of people will come to argue with him.

Soon, the conference room became busy.

Except for those who were in a hurry to go to the toilet, the rest of the people were there thinking hard.

Everyone formed a circle, and whoever wanted to express an opinion would go inside the circle, and no one would interrupt until they had finished speaking.

But after that, a group of people will ask questions.

At this moment, standing in the circle was a middle-aged man with ordinary looks and wearing glasses.

This person is Hu Xuping, director of the Theoretical Physics Laboratory of the Chinese Academy of Sciences.

It was Mr. Ye’s student who wrote a note to a female classmate and felt that he had neglected his studies, and later worked hard to improve himself.

Today, he is one of the top talents of the Chinese Academy of Sciences.

"We can think of the tungsten rod as many tungsten coils put together, so it is valid to think of the tungsten rod as a conductor."

"So when the tungsten rod falls, that is when the conductor cuts the earth's magnetic field. According to the principle of electromagnetic induction, an interaction force will be generated to offset the force of the tungsten rod falling."

"So, it is impossible for the tungsten rod to continue accelerating."

"But the Earth's magnetic field is not very strong, so this point can be ignored."

"So, our conclusion is that the tungsten rod cannot continue to accelerate and cannot reach the terminal speed of Mach 30 as mentioned by the application team."

After Hu Xuping expressed the group's unanimous opinion, he waited for everyone's questions.

"Then what speed do you think it is, and how much kinetic energy?"

Mr. Song asked as he took notes.

Hu Xuping shook his head, "We are still calculating, because we have to consider the purity of the tungsten rod and its high temperature performance."

As soon as Hu Xuping went down, someone came forward and said, "Our gravity team agrees with Director Hu's conclusion, but we think the speed of the tungsten rod will be affected only slightly."

"And the calculation results we gave show that Mach 30 is only the lowest."

As soon as the man left, another person stepped forward and said, "We object. It is impossible to reach Mach 30."

"Why is it impossible? What's the reason?"

"We think the eight times the speed mentioned in the research is questionable. You know, the fastest AK bullet is only Mach 2.4, and eight times is only Mach 20. How can it reach Mach 30?"

"Haha, that's in the plan. All the information given is just to fool people. You must know that, naive."

"Shit, who are you calling naive? The guy who got 10 points in Chinese."

"Fuck, I got full marks in math."

"hehe."

The argument has made these people forget about time, hunger, and even their original purpose.

As Mr. Song watched the situation escalate, he reluctantly stood up and walked out of the discussion circle.

Chen Fang was smoking a cigarette. When he saw Mr. Song, they both shook their heads helplessly.

"What should I do? This is not a solution."

Chen Fang felt a little helpless, as intellectuals looked down on each other.

What's more, these guys are all extremely arrogant. They can give in to other things, but they are ruthless when it comes to academics.

"How about asking Yang Xiaotao to come?"

"Find a few more people to help?"

Chen Fang suggested carefully, and Old Song sighed.

Who would have thought that a topic proposed by a little guy would actually get the Chinese Academy of Sciences involved.

Really, it’s so funny that it’s enough to make your teeth burst out laughing when you tell it to others.

"Okay, let's get some help."

Just as the two walked out of the meeting room, they found that the secretary waiting at the door ran up to Chen Fang with an anxious look on his face.

"What's wrong?"

"Commander, Mr. Qian from the seventh-level department just called and said that Teacher Ye is in the hospital."