138: Chapter 138 The Mad Experts

"Next, please look at the crystal core energy System."

Su Mingyuan's voice echoed through the venue.

The big screen lit up, and a fist-sized three-dimensional model of the crystal core slowly rotated, with internal blue energy light flowing through the crystal lattice, just like a living thing.

The data began to jump.

"Peak maximum power: 500,000 kilowatts."

"Continuous output stability: ±0.001%."

The venue suddenly fell silent.

Two hundred experts raised their heads in unison, staring at the screen without blinking.

Some people's breathing quickened, and some tightly grasped the pens in their hands.

"Then, there is skyfall steel."

The screen switched, and the molecular structure diagram of the silver-gray metal filled the frame.

"Tensile strength: 5 times that of titanium alloy."

"Density: one-third of titanium alloy."

"Melting point: at least above 8,000 degrees Celsius."

"The above data have all been strictly verified."

Su Mingyuan glanced across the venue, "The samples of the crystal core energy System and skyfall steel are right in the base laboratory. If you don't believe it, everyone can go take a look at any time."

He paused.

"With these two things, manufacturing a conceptual-grade Savior mecha will no longer be a fantasy."

Clatter—

Whose pen dropped to the ground.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Then—

The venue exploded!

"Holy crap, is this real?!"

"Peak power can reach this level?"

"The data for skyfall steel... My god..."

The sound of chairs being pushed away rang out.

Shen Yang stood up abruptly, his chair bumped and slid a meter away, making a harsh friction sound.

Fifty-six-year-old Chief Engineer Shen Fei, his face flushed red, and even the veins on his neck popped out.

"If this is true..." His voice was shaking, "The entire weapon manufacturing industry will have to be rewritten!"

He rushed to the front of the podium in two steps, so excited that he didn't know where to put his hands.

"Group Leader Su! This project must be handed over to us Shen Fei!"

"We have the most advanced aviation manufacturing equipment in the country!"

"J-10, J-20, J-35, which one wasn't final-assembled by us?"

"5,000 technicians, five complete production lines!"

Shen Yang patted his chest, his eyes red: "The three lines for the J-35, I'll shut them down right now! We'll build the mecha with full effort!"

"Give me a month—no, half a month!"

His voice cracked: "I guarantee to build the first prototype!"

As soon as his voice fell.

Bang—

A bigger commotion.

Wang Haifeng stood up abruptly, kicking his chair over directly.

The sixty-year-old CASIC Chief Engineer was acting like he was twenty years younger right then, his voice frighteningly loud.

"Why the hell should it be given to you Shen Fei?!"

He rushed forward in a few steps, standing face-to-face with Shen Yang, their noses almost touching.

"Old Shen, wake up!"

Wang Haifeng pointed at Shen Yang's chest with his finger: "This is building a mecha, not building an airplane!"

"A 44-meter-high vertical structure, do you know how to do it?"

"Multi-System integration, do you understand it?"

He pounded his chest, every hit making a thudding sound: "We have the final assembly experience of Dongfeng missiles! The System integration capability of Long March rockets! Have we handled few big guys weighing hundreds of tons?"

Wang Haifeng leaned closer, lowering his voice: "You Shen Fei, can you do it?"

Shen Yang's face turned even redder: "You... What did you say?!"

"I said you can't!" Wang Haifeng didn't budge an inch, "Building airplanes and building mechas are fundamentally not the same thing! Airplanes need to be light and fly. Mechas need to be heavy, stable, and able to take a beating! Do you know how to do these?"

"You—"

Shen Yang was shaking all over with anger.

"Enough! That's enough for all of you!"

Zhao Wenxuan stood up abruptly, forcefully squeezing between the two of them and pushing them apart to the sides.

The thirty-eight-year-old young Academician had eyes that were frighteningly red right then.

"What the hell are you arguing about!"

Zhao Wenxuan's voice was sharp: "Whatever airplane or rocket, none of that is the focus!"

He turned around and roared at the whole venue: "A 44-meter-high mecha, thousands of sensors, tens of thousands of actuators! Without AI algorithms, how is this thing going to coordinate?"

He pointed at Shen Yang and Wang Haifeng, unceremoniously: "Without real-time control, the mecha can't even walk steadily!"

"What?!"

"Say that again?!"

The two of them turned to Zhao Wenxuan simultaneously.

Slap!

Zhao Wenxuan slammed a hand on the table, making the water cup on the table jump up.

"The project must be led by the Chinese Academy of Sciences! You just need to be responsible for building it!"

"We have the Tianhe-3 supercomputer! We have the country's top AI team! We have fifteen years of research accumulation!"

His voice got higher and higher: "Until the control System is sorted out, none of you even think about starting construction!"

"Young man, isn't your tone a bit too big!" Wang Haifeng was so angry his face turned cyan.

"Big?" Zhao Wenxuan sneered, "What I' ratherm saying is the truth! Without a control System, what you build is just scrap metal, isn't that right?"

The three people stood in the center of the venue, neither willing to yield to the others.

Bang—

A bigger commotion.

Academician Zhou stood up. Although he was not young anymore, his voice was still old and powerful: "A 44-meter-high mecha, every step it takes, its joints bear dozens of tons of impact! The knees take 100 tons, the hip joints 150 tons, and when the shoulders swing a weapon, the instantaneous impact exceeds 250 tons!"

He pointed at Zhao Wenxuan: "No matter how smart your AI is, if the joints can't move, what the hell is the use?"

He pointed at Shen Yang and Wang Haifeng again: "No matter how hard your shell is, without power transmission, the mecha can't even stand up!"

"Without power transmission technology, without exoskeleton drive, this mecha is just a decoration!"

The old man's eye sockets turned red: "The core of this project is mechanical engineering, and we must coordinate it!"

Academician Zhou spoke, and the venue fell silent for a split second.

But it was only for a split second.

More chairs were pushed away.

"Wait!" The Materials Academician jumped up, "You've all forgotten the most basic thing! The processing technology of skyfall steel is the fundamental thing!"

"And us!" A nuclear physics expert also stood up, "The application design of the crystal core energy System is a hundred times more complex than you think!"

"Weapon System!"

"Hydraulic System!"

"Electrical!"

"Armor!"

More and more experts stood up, everyone shouting that their own Domain was the most crucial.

The venue was in complete chaos.

It turned into an oversized vegetable market.

"Who are you calling scrap metal?!" Shen Yang pointed at Zhao Wenxuan's nose.

"I'm talking about you!" Zhao Wenxuan didn't show any weakness, "Without a control System, whatever you build is scrap metal!"

"Little Zhao, you are too arrogant!" Wang Haifeng also rushed over.

On the other side, Academician Zhou and the Materials Academician started arguing.

"The power System is the foundation!"

"Crap! Materials are the foundation! Without skyfall steel, what the hell is the use of your power System?"

"Materials are just raw Materials! Power is the key to making the mecha move!"

In front of the whiteboard, two professors scrambled to draw diagrams.

"Look, the control process, how complex it is!"

"What's the use of being complex? Look at my structural mechanics analysis!"

"Your analysis is wrong!"

"What did you say?!"

Crack—

One of the academicians was so anxious he smashed his teacup.

"Listen to me, everyone! Listen to me!"

But no one paid any attention to him at all.

Everyone was arguing and quarreling.

The voices got louder and more chaotic.

"Quiet! Quiet, all of you!"

Old Qian stood up and shouted at the top of his lungs.

It was useless.

The sound of the argument directly drowned out his voice.

"Everyone be rational! Be rational!"

Old Qian wanted to squeeze into the crowd.

He was squeezed to the side.

"Old Qian, you sit down first, we're in the middle of a discussion!"

Someone casually said a sentence and continued arguing.

Old Qian was stunned.

The grandmaster who had done weapon research for sixty years was actually left aside at this moment.

He smiled bitterly, shook his head, and retreated to his seat.

"They're crazy, they're all crazy..."

The old man muttered in his mouth.

But in his eyes, a light of gratification flashed.

On the podium.

Su Mingyuan looked at the scene that was about to spin out of control before him.

A warm current surged in his heart.

These people were the true wealth of the country.

Not for fame, not for fortune.

Simply loving technology, loving their own profession.

Seeing a platform where their technology could play a role, they would fight for it desperately.

This pure enthusiasm was the true force driving the country's development forward.