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As soon as Lin Yuan finished speaking, everyone's eyes locked onto the hard drives on the desk in unison.

Lin Yuan was in no hurry. His gaze unhurriedly swept over the white-coated figures sitting upright below the stage, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Then, he reached out and picked up the first hard drive, tilted his head, and looked at a grey-haired elderly man sitting in the third row on the left.

"Old Zhao, I'll leave the material preparation for the magnetic field component to you."

The elderly man who was called out shuddered. He hurriedly stood up and took the hard drive with both hands.

Following that, Lin Yuan picked up the second, third, and fourth hard drives in turn, handing them precisely to different experts in different directions.

There wasn't a second of hesitation, nor a single moment of pause.

The destination of each hard drive corresponded to the core and most proficient research field of an expert present.

The distribution process was clean and efficient, taking less than a minute from start to finish.

He Mingde, sitting nearby, saw this scene clearly, and his heart skipped a beat.

This distribution plan was truly too precise.

He knew those experts well and could naturally see that Lin Yuan's division of labor wasn't a vague "you do materials, so I'll give you materials" kind of rough assignment.

Instead, it was precise down to each expert's specific research direction over the past decade, their published core papers, the key projects they had led, and even their personal technical preferences.

In other words, Lin Yuan had a crystal-clear understanding of everyone's academic background.

Even if he were to do the distribution himself, it wouldn't be any better than this.

They had only met for the first time yesterday, and their small talk hadn't even exceeded three sentences.

Yet this young man's understanding of each of them was likely deeper than their own.

This preparation... was too thorough.

But this was normal. After returning to the Xia Academy of Sciences yesterday, Lin Yuan had Xiaolong pull all the records of the core experts registered at the Institute of Atomic Energy.

In the face of Artificial Intelligence with supercomputing power, the academic resumes and technical expertise of these experts were practically transparent.

Now, the four hard drives had each found their owner.

On the desk, only the last hard drive containing the Room-temperature Superconductivity data remained.

Lin Yuan's fingers rested on the iron-grey casing of the hard drive. He glanced at the front row, his gaze landing steadily on Zhou Changming.

“Old Zhou.”

Zhou Changming's body suddenly tensed up.

Lin Yuan lifted the hard drive and gave it a slight wave toward him.

“I'll leave the preparation of the Room-Temperature Superconducting Material to you.”

When these words were spoken, Zhou Changming was stunned for a full two seconds.

Then, he stood up excitedly, stepped forward, and took the hard drive with both hands.

The iron-grey metal casing felt heavy in his palms, carrying significant weight.

Zhou Changming looked down at the four handwritten characters “Room-temperature Superconductivity” on the label, his Adam's apple bobbing.

“Academician Lin, I, Zhou Changming, guarantee...”

“Don't be in such a hurry to make promises.”

Lin Yuan raised his hand to interrupt him and chuckled.

“Whether it works or not, you should open it and see for yourself first.”

At these words, not just Zhou Changming, but everyone in the hall found their breathing becoming heavy.

The attention of forty or fifty people shifted in unison to the hard drive in Zhou Changming's hands, their eyes filled with anticipation.

Lin Yuan took in everyone's reactions one by one and slightly tilted his head.

“Alright, don't hold it in.”

He jerked his chin toward a row of workstations at the side of the hall.

“Let's go take a look together.”

As soon as Lin Yuan finished speaking, dozens of people stood up with a “whoosh,” the sound of chair legs scraping against the floor merging into one.

Zhou Changming walked at the front, his pace so fast he nearly tripped over the hem of his white lab coat.

He rushed straight to the nearest terminal and plugged the hard drive into the port.

System identification, key verification, file decompression...

During those few seconds of waiting for each step, Zhou Changming's fingers tapped rapidly on the desk, betraying his extremely restless heart.

Finally, a file directory popped up on the screen.

There was only one folder in the root directory, with an extremely simple name—

[Layered Composite Oxide Superconducting Material].

He instinctively double-clicked to open it. The first file was a structural overview of the entire material system, accompanied by an extremely detailed crystal model diagram.

It was a multi-layered copper-oxide/nickel-oxide structure crystal.

Zhou Changming stared at the structural diagram and slowly nodded.

Copper oxides and nickel oxides.

These two systems were indeed the candidate directions currently recognized by the global academic community as the most likely to lead to Room-temperature Superconductivity.

However, countless laboratories had one after another worked on copper-based and nickel-based oxides, but they were still an entire ocean away from truly achieving room-temperature and ambient-pressure superconductivity.

But now, the crystal configuration presented in this data was so perfect that he couldn't look away.

His lips began to quiver uncontrollably, and he subconsciously read out the overview content on the screen.

“By precisely controlling atomic arrangement, vacancy defect distribution, and specific light element doping ratios, a room-temperature and ambient-pressure superconducting state can be achieved in layered copper-oxide/nickel-oxide composite oxide systems...”

At this point, his voice caught.

“The final product can be fired into three forms: bulk ceramics, flexible wires, and thin films...”

This material actually covered all three forms?

Several old experts who had crowded around also saw the content on the screen, each of them stunned.

Zhou Changming could no longer bother with others.

His hand holding the mouse trembled slightly as he quickly scrolled down, skipping the overview and diving directly into the subsequent preparation process chapter.

Raw material ratios.

Ball milling parameters.

Calcination temperature curve.

Atmosphere control.

Annealing process.

Doping concentration gradient...

Every step and every set of parameters was written with extreme specificity.

There were no vague “abouts,” and no blank “to be determined” items.

The further Zhou Changming read, the brighter his eyes shone.

Some of the processing ideas in the steps perfectly matched his experience over the past few decades.

Even in directions where he once had a vague intuition but had never been able to verify, clear answers were provided here.

While other steps completely exceeded his knowledge.

But following the logic in the document, every step was seamless, without a single flaw to be found.

Ten or so minutes passed.

Zhou Changming finally straightened up from the screen.

He turned his head.

Lin Yuan stood two steps behind him, one hand in his pocket, waiting quietly.

Zhou Changming stared at him, his lips pursing and relaxing repeatedly.

He had worked with materials his entire life and had reviewed no fewer than eight hundred to a thousand technical proposals.

He could tell at a glance which were just for show and which were the real deal.

This data before him...

Although he hadn't yet entered the lab for actual operation, with forty years of accumulated professional intuition, seeing it once was enough for some things.

“Academician Lin.”

Zhou Changming spoke, his voice still somewhat tight.

“How is it?” Lin Yuan asked casually.

Zhou Changming was in no hurry to answer.

He turned to look at the dense process parameters on the screen once more, finally suppressing the emotions surging in his chest.

“This preparation process... is extremely detailed.”

He weighed his words, letting them out one by one.

“The parameters for every step are provided with engineering-level precision.”

“However, setting up a mass-production line involves equipment modification and process debugging, which is no small matter and won't be that fast.”

Lin Yuan nodded and didn't interrupt.

Seeing his reaction, Zhou Changming felt more confident and immediately delivered the second half of his sentence.

“But if it's just to prepare the amount needed for the Controlled Nuclear Fusion device...”

He held up one finger and said loudly.

“One week is enough!”