Chapter 121 A Napkin Bought the Knees of European Experts

His voice was too loud; the entire coffee shop went quiet.

Xiao Mo's expression turned cold instantly.

He didn't understand what this foreigner was shouting, but he understood the gesture of pointing at Lin Xi's nose, and he could hear the insult in that tone.

This was a provocation.

As a veteran retired from special forces, his muscle memory was faster than his brain's reaction.

Xiao Mo's hand immediately moved to his lower back, his eyes like knives, locking onto Klaus's throat.

As long as this foreigner dared to make a move, he could put the other man on the ground within two seconds.

Klaus was frozen by this killing intent and instinctively took half a step back.

The situation was on the verge of exploding.

Lin Xi, however, just casually raised his hand, pressing Xiao Mo back down.

He didn't stand up; he didn't even change his expression.

He just bent down and picked up the dusty photocopy of the paper from the floor.

That was the 'bait' he had sent to Europe through Mr. Huo several months ago.

"Page 14, line 3."

Lin Xi brushed the dust off the paper. He didn't look at Klaus, but instead recited a string of numbers to himself.

"Regarding the derivation of the correction coefficient for non-linear thermal drift."

Lin Xi looked up at Klaus, "Professor, are you stuck at the 0.73 hurdle, unable to get past it no matter what?"

This sentence was like an invisible giant hand, instantly cutting off Klaus's vocal cords.

The roaring stopped abruptly.

Anger, arrogance, disdain... all these expressions froze on his face like a comical clown mask.

0.73!

This number was like a curse that had tortured him for three whole years!

To eliminate this final error, he had gone gray and worn out hundreds of spindles, yet he was always like a fly hitting a glass window—there was light, but no future.

"You... how did you..."

Klaus's Adam's apple bobbed violently, his voice dry.

Lin Xi didn't give him a chance to react at all.

He casually picked up a napkin from the table and pulled a fountain pen from his breast pocket.

The nib of the pen scratched across the rough napkin, making a rustling sound.

Lin Xi wrote very quickly, without any hesitation.

Just ten seconds.

Lin Xi stopped writing, capped the pen, and lightly pushed the napkin in front of Klaus.

"Watermen asked me to tell you."

Lin Xi's voice carried a sense of indifference, "The reason your train of thought hit a dead end is because you are too superstitious about classical mechanics."

"At this level of precision, you ignored the third-order perturbation of thermal radiation."

Klaus's hands trembled as he grabbed the thin napkin.

The moment his gaze touched that equation, his pupils shrank violently!

The problem that had plagued him for three whole years... had actually been solved in these few lines of scribbled handwriting?!

"Th-this is..."

Klaus held the napkin, and in those eyes that were originally filled with paranoia and arrogance, there was now only earthquake-like shock.

He looked up, staring intently at the young Oriental man in front of him.

"Third-order perturbation..."

"So it was third-order perturbation..."

Klaus muttered to himself, frantically pulling a calculator from his pocket and tapping away furiously on the table.

Xiao Mo and Mr. Huo watched, dumbfounded.

How did the old foreigner who was just a raging lion suddenly turn into a madman?

One minute later.

"It's right! It's all right!"

Klaus lunged at the table, his eyes bloodshot—a fanaticism of 'if I hear the Dao in the morning, I can die content in the evening.'

"What about the rest?"

"What is the core matrix after this derivation step?"

Klaus reached out eagerly, wanting to grab Lin Xi's sleeve, "As long as this matrix is solved, my five-axis machine tool will be able to... be able to..."

Lin Xi leaned back slightly, avoiding Klaus's hand.

He leisurely tucked his pen back into his pocket, crossed his legs, and rested his hands on his knees.

That look of looking down on the world returned to his face once again.

"Professor Klaus."

Lin Xi's voice was very soft.

"Didn't you just say that the Chinese don't understand mathematics?"

"Since that's the case, you don't deserve to hear the rest of the content."

Lin Xi sneered.

Boom!

This sentence was even more lethal than the napkin from before.

Klaus's face instantly turned from flushed red to pale white.

Shame, regret, longing, despair... countless emotions intertwined on his old face.

As a technology fanatic, having the truth right in front of him but being shut out because of his own arrogance—this pain was worse than killing him.

【Awesome! So damn awesome! This is called an IQ crush!】

【I love seeing this old man looking like he's never seen the world!】

【The Streamer is so good at playing 'hard to get'; look, the old man is about to cry.】

【Klaus: Who am I? Where am I? Why does this young man in a zhongshan suit know so much?】

【Xiao Mo is confused: Can our manager do magic? A few scribbled words and he froze the foreigner?】

Lin Xi looked at Klaus's dejected appearance and knew the time was right.

Although he wasn't a mathematician, he had netizens from the future behind him!

And he had a god's-eye view of the path of future industrial development.

"There's more."

Lin Xi spoke again. This time, using the information provided by the barrage in the live stream, he unleashed his ultimate weapon.

"That 'five-axis linkage compensation structure' you're developing, does it always vibrate during high-speed operation?"

Lin Xi leaned forward, lowering his voice like a devil's whisper: "Don't bother checking; it's because your base rigidity model is calculated incorrectly."

"In this field, I am the one who sets the rules."

"And you, Klaus..."

Lin Xi extended a finger and shook it gently.

"Are just an apprentice still wandering outside the door!"

The final straw broke the camel's back.

Klaus's worldview collapsed.

No one could describe Klaus's mood at this moment.

He was an old-fashioned European elite; his greatest pain wasn't lack of money.

It was that the mechanical age he considered supreme was being killed by 'electronic trash' (Japan quartz watches).

This was a huge blow to his faith!

He didn't date, didn't marry, and didn't even have much of a social circle.

He poured all his time, energy, and money into the improvement of mechanical technology.

Into the laboratory where he poured all his heart and soul.

Attempting to use more precise, more stable machine tool technology to mass-produce precision parts, thereby defeating the 'electronic trash'!

However... one must admit that human effort has its limits.

Just as the saying goes: Success is 99% hard work + 1% genius, and that 1% at the end is the decisive part!

Now, the opportunity to achieve the supreme glory of the mechanical age was right in front of him.

He... had to seize it!

Then, in the shocked eyes of everyone.

In the terrified eyes of Mr. Huo and Xiao Mo.

Thump.

A muffled sound.

That top expert from Europe, that arrogant white man who was just acting so insufferably... actually went straight down, kneeling on one knee on the carpet!