Chapter 117 Too Many Cutting-Edge Technology Blueprints for Xia Weiliang to Look Through

The dial tone of the internal phone hadn't even finished yet.

"Bang!"

The heavy solid wood door let out a wail.

The door panel slammed hard against the sound-absorbing pad on the wall, rebounding a good six inches.

Xia Weiliang rushed in barefoot.

The soles of her feet left two trails of faint black prints on the gray wool carpet.

Her yellowing, dirty lab coat hung loosely on her body.

The white collar had long since rubbed into a shade of gray.

A half-curled strand of instant noodle was stuck to her chest area.

Around the shriveled noodle, a small, shiny patch of red chili oil had seeped out.

She had a watermelon-flavored lollipop in her mouth, its plastic stick pointing high.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Are you in such a rush to reincarnate in Seattle!"

Xia Weiliang slapped her hand onto the mahogany desk.

The vibration caused the signature pen on the desk to roll around twice before dropping to the floor.

"I had just finished half of the cross-end channel for the Pandora Protocol, and your phone call completely derailed my train of thought."

Lu Jingming didn't respond.

He sat sprawled in the leather executive chair, leaning back.

The chair let out a muffled "creak."

He reached into the pocket of his faded jeans with his right hand and pulled out a black and gold USB flash drive.

Its metal casing glinted coldly under the air conditioning vent.

He flicked his wrist.

The USB drive traced a sharp parabola through the air.

With a "thwack," it landed precisely in Xia Weiliang's arms.

"Enough nonsense. Plug it in and take a look."

Lu Jingming's voice was languid, one hand resting on the edge of the desk.

Xia Weiliang scrambled to catch the piece of metal.

The cold touch of the metal sent a shiver through her palm.

"What crappy translation protocol did you dig up this time?"

She rolled her eyes dramatically and walked around the corner of the desk.

She pulled out the folding chair next to it, stepped onto the rung with her bare feet, and flopped down.

"Click."

The USB drive was roughly jammed into the computer's port.

An unnamed encrypted folder popped up on the screen.

Xia Weiliang gripped the mouse and double-clicked with her index finger.

After cracking the first layer of encryption, a massive amount of engineering files instantly flooded the desktop.

The first blueprint loaded.

White lines on a black background.

It was the underlying architecture array diagram for magnetic resonance coupling.

Xia Weiliang's chewing of the lollipop stopped abruptly.

Her cheeks froze in mid-motion.

Her jaw felt like a rusted gear, jammed tight.

"Plop."

The lollipop in her mouth slipped out.

The sticky candy, mixed with saliva, fell onto the carpet, instantly picking up a ring of gray wool fibers.

She didn't even notice.

She leaned forward sharply, her nose almost touching the glowing LCD screen.

Lu Jingming sat nearby.

With his other hand, he pulled out that paint-chipped green plastic lighter.

He pressed his thumb against the flint wheel.

"Click."

A deep blue flame flared up, dancing in the dim office.

It reflected the cold, amused smirk in his eyes.

Xia Weiliang's index finger trembled as she frantically scrolled the mouse wheel.

The second one was a cross-sectional diagram of spatial beamforming technology.

The lines on the blueprint were complex to an insane degree.

Every node was marked with spatial phase calculations.

The third one was the etching process for a microwave array antenna.

The dense, microscopic physical structures washed over her optic nerves like a flood breaking through a dam.

Her breathing grew heavier.

Her chest heaved violently, and her throat let out a sound like a broken bellows.

"This coil layout... No, this isn't electromagnetic induction at all."

Xia Weiliang reached out a finger.

Her fingertip trembled as she pointed at the funnel-shaped transmitter diagram on the screen.

Her nail pressed colorful ripples onto the LCD panel.

"Converting microwaves directly into direct current? And using spatial beam phase-locking?"

She whipped her head around, staring fixedly at Lu Jingming.

The red bloodshot veins in her eyes spread from the corners across the whites of her eyes at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"You built the radio frequency antenna into the power supply end?"

Lu Jingming casually snapped the lighter shut, extinguishing the flame.

The plastic cap made a crisp "snap."

The firelight vanished.

"Good eye."

Lu Jingming tugged at the corner of his mouth, revealing half of his white canine tooth.

"This thing is called a Magnetic Resonance Beamforming Spatial Power Feeding System."

He rapped his knuckles against the desk twice.

"Knock, knock."

The sound was dull, yet it struck Xia Weiliang's eardrums like drumbeats.

"Effective power supply radius: five meters."

Lu Jingming enunciated every word, spitting out two numbers that would make Silicon Valley despair.

"Spatial loss flattened; end-to-end conversion rate, over eighty-five percent."

Xia Weiliang's head gave a "buzz."

It felt like someone had swung a hundred-pound iron hammer against the back of her head.

Her scalp instantly tingled.

Five meters?

Those big-shot physicists in California earning millions in annual salary stay up all night in their labs burning out motherboards.

They can't even manage wireless charging at two centimeters without it overheating and exploding.

They've had to revert to sticking with magnetic snap-on charging.

And Lu Jingming comes along and jumps straight to five meters?

She stared fixedly at the page on the screen regarding the code model for heat loss control.

Her nails were unconsciously picking at the plastic seam on the edge of the mouse.

"Snap!"

A crisp sound.

The plastic button on the left side of the mouse was forcibly pried off, flying away.

It bounced off the monitor casing and fell into the gap of the keyboard.

"This transmitter tower's volume..."

Xia Weiliang's throat was so dry it was smoking.

The sound of her swallowing dry saliva was particularly jarring in the quiet, air-conditioned room.

"Can it be shrunk to the size of our company's router?"

Her fingers dragged frantically across the screen.

Zooming in on the design blueprint for the receiver end.

"The microwave receiver chip that connects to the phone's motherboard is only the size of a grain of rice?"

"And it generates no heat?"

Lu Jingming stood up.

His old sneakers made no sound as he stepped on the carpet.

He walked to Xia Weiliang's side with one hand in his faded jeans pocket.

He looked down at the futuristic blueprint on the screen.

"Plugs, sockets, copper wires. These pieces of junk have been on the wall for over a hundred years."

A cold snort rolled out of Lu Jingming's throat.

"Those American tech giants haven't given hardware form factors a physical upgrade in thirty years."

He turned his face, casting his gaze toward the streetscape of Donghai City outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

Under the scorching sun, tangled black cables still hung from utility poles in the distance.

"Didn't Cook just release some crappy magnetic charging thing?"

Lu Jingming's eyes were like poisoned blades, exuding a fierce, predatory aura.

"Cashing in on a half-baked product. And forcing users to buy their thousand-dollar official bases."

"This time, I'm going to make him realize that anything with a wire belongs in a museum."

Xia Weiliang didn't speak.

Her gaze was glued to the last few lines of low-level scheduling code.

It was a variant application of the Pandora Protocol.

Directly taking over the directional tracking of the radio frequency antenna.

As long as it's in this room.

Even if the user runs around in circles with their phone, the battery level will jump up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Cold sweat trickled down Xia Weiliang's temples.

It ran into her eyes, stinging painfully, and she even forgot to blink.

Every pixel on this blueprint was tearing apart her twenty-plus years of physics knowledge.

She felt completely drained of strength and slumped back against the chair.

The folding chair let out a creak of unbearable strain.

Xia Weiliang held her head in her hands.

Her ten fingers, stained with machine oil, dug desperately into her messy, bird's nest of hair.

Pulling hard to both sides.

Xia Weiliang pulled at her bird's nest hair, her eyes bloodshot.

"Insane... Boss Lu, which alien grave did you dig these things out of?"

She straightened her body sharply.

Her nails dug fiercely into the black frame of the screen, her fingertips turning a deathly pale white.

Even the veins on her arms were bulging.

"If you really build this thing, every socket factory in the world will go bankrupt overnight!"