stjorthotic Chapter 58: Make the most of your 18 pounds and think more.
Chapter 58: Make the most of your 18 pounds and think more.
He turned his head and looked at Lin Yu with a complicated expression.
"Your molecular formula is correct."
These words, spoken by Li Jianbin, carry more weight than 5 billion.
But the real test is yet to come.
The material is made, but what about its performance?
Can the thermal conductivity actually reach the theoretical value of 5200? Can the energy recovery efficiency exceed Kevin's 18%?
These questions can only be answered by testing.
"Get on the testing platform," Lin Yu said.
The sample was transferred to the performance testing platform. Electrodes were connected, sensors were positioned, and the heating module was activated.
All data is projected in real time onto the large screen in the main control center.
Everyone in the base was crammed in front of the screen.
The temperature began to rise.
The thermal conductivity numbers started to fluctuate.
3800...4100...4500...
Each tick of the number was accompanied by the suppressed breathing of the crowd.
4800...
Li Jianbin's hands began to tremble. Not from nervousness—but from excitement.
5000...
It has already surpassed bismuth telluride.
5100...
A low gasp escaped from someone in the crowd.
The number finally settled at—
5247W/m·K.
It is 47 points higher than the theoretical value.
There was a three-second silence in the control center.
Then, a long-suppressed cheer erupted.
Several senior researchers hugged each other, their eyes red-rimmed.
Li Jianbin took off his glasses and wiped the lenses with his sleeve.
My hands finally started shaking.
"Okay...okay..."
He only managed to utter those two words before he couldn't continue.
Thirty years.
He's been held by the neck for thirty years.
Today, he made something with his own hands that made it impossible for the hand that was stuck around his neck to hold him back anymore.
Lin Yu looked at the numbers on the screen, his face showing no particular expression.
He simply took out his phone and opened Kevin Sterling's tweet.
I looked at it for three seconds.
Then it was turned off.
He turned to Xia Zijing and asked, "Did Shen Yue take care of booking the plane tickets?"
"It's done."
"OK."
Lin Yu put his phone back in his pocket and yawned.
"Then let's go to Chicago and meet that talkative guy."
Meanwhile, halfway around the world, Kevin Sterling just updated his status on Twitter:
(120 days until the SC conference. Mr. 750 still hasn't responded. I'm starting to wonder if he doesn't even exist.)
The comment section was filled with laughter.
Unbeknownst to him, a material he had never seen before had quietly been created in a secret base in the East.
Its performance is due to bismuth telluride, which he is very proud of.
three times.
The night the materials test results came out, the base canteen, for the first time ever, prepared special meals for the students.
Chen Jiefang had the logistics department prepare a feast: braised pork, steamed fish, and a case of beer that appeared out of nowhere. The veteran researchers drank until their faces were red and their necks were bulging. Li Jianbin only had two glasses before stopping, sitting in a corner staring blankly at the test data.
Lin Yu sat at the table with a bowl of white rice and two dishes in front of him, eating at a leisurely pace.
Wang Lei leaned closer, lowered his voice, and looked as if he were plotting something big.
"Boss, 5247, can we publish a paper and slap Kevin in the face halfway?"
"Not issuing it."
Why?
"Because sending it is a reminder to him."
Lin Yu picked up a piece of fish with his chopsticks, "He'll think we haven't made a move yet, so he'll continue his performance."
Wang Lei took three seconds to process it, then suddenly realized what was happening, and immediately became worried again.
"So, at the SC conference, we'll rely on this material?"
"It's not just about materials."
"What else?"
Lin Yu didn't answer. He ate the last grain of rice from his bowl, put his chopsticks on the table, and got up to leave.
Wang Lei watched his retreating figure, then turned to look at Xia Zijin.
Xia Zijing was writing something down and didn't even look up.
Don't ask me.
She said, "I don't know what else he was hiding."
The next morning, Kevin posted a new video.
This time it wasn't Twitter, it was YouTube, a full twenty-six minutes of technical presentation. He sat in the MIT auditorium, with dense formulas behind him, explaining his bismuth telluride thin film fabrication process in detail to the camera.
The speed at which Western media reposted the news was nothing short of miraculous.
Within two hours, all the major figures in the physics community followed up with comments, all using highly unified language—a groundbreaking breakthrough, a new milestone, and a technological approach that the Chinese team has yet to find a competitor with.
The coordination was seamless, as if someone was directing everything from behind the scenes.
In the control center, someone projected a video onto the big screen.
Li Jianbin stood directly in front of the screen, arms crossed, and watched for about five minutes before speaking in a deep voice.
"He made the entire process public."
"Intentional."
The researcher next to him chimed in, "He knows the 18% ceiling, and by making it public, he's telling everyone that he's reached the end of this road. He's not sharing technology; he's setting a standard."
"Make everyone jump within the circle he drew."
"right."
Lin Yu leaned back on the sofa, facing the screen, but his eyes were closed.
I don't know if he was asleep or listening.
Xia Zijin pushed the tablet to his side.
"He replied to a question from a Chinese scholar in the comments section this morning."
Lin Yu opened his eyes and glanced at the screen.
In the comments section, someone asked Kevin in Chinese: If an alternative material with higher thermal conductivity were to emerge, would your direction be shaken?
Kevin's reply used three words:
"Doesn't exist."
does not exist.
Lin Yu pushed the tablet back and closed his eyes again.
Write it down.
"What should I remember?"
"His words."
Lin Yu said, "Keep it, we'll use it as subtitles later."
Xia Zijing paused for a second, then wrote down the reply in her notebook, noting the date and time next to it.
For the next month, the base's operations entered a peculiar state of equilibrium.
Li Jianbin and his team are conducting mass production experiments on the second batch of materials. They aim to increase the yield of single small samples to over 90%, which requires meticulous attention to process details and cannot be rushed.
Wang Lei was busy with something else.
The task Lin Yu assigned him had no documentation, no instructions, only one sentence: "Make the underlying compiler of the Tianyan instruction set so that it can be called in real time at the SC conference."
Wang Lei's expression at that moment looked like he had been slapped in the face with a college entrance exam math paper.
"how long?"
"Four months."
"Boss, it would normally take a team two years to do this."
"So you're not a normal team."
Lin Yu patted him on the shoulder, "Make the most of your 180 pounds and think more."
Wang Lei hesitated for a moment, then finally went off to write code.
He was probably driven forward his whole life by the phrase "You're not a normal person."
As for Lin Yu himself, he continued to sleep, continued to catch up on his studies, and continued to eat egg noodles at the cafeteria.