161: Chapter 161 What else can we do?

One week.

The moment this timeframe hit the test hall, all forty to fifty people present were collectively stunned.

No one spoke.

In the vast space, for a time, only the low hum of the overhead ventilation ducts and the sounds of heavy breaths, deliberately suppressed yet still clearly audible, remained.

Room-Temperature Superconducting Material.

One week.

Putting these two concepts together, the psychological impact was simply too immense.

In one week, they would be able to see with their own eyes this miraculous substance that only existed in theory and science fiction?

This wasn't a PPT presentation in a laboratory, nor was it a theoretical deduction in an academic journal.

It was a real, tangible, engineering-grade physical sample of Room-Temperature Superconducting Material?

Even if, after it came out, it still needed to undergo extremely rigorous performance testing.

For example, zero-resistance tests, Meissner effect verification, critical current density measurements...

They would need to wait for this series of tedious processes to finish before finally confirming the breakthrough of the Room-Temperature Superconducting Material.

But so what?

The whole world had been fumbling along this path for over half a century without even finding a definite direction.

And here in Xia Country, they could put a physical sample on the table within a week?

This fact alone was enough to drive the entire human scientific community mad!

The silence in the hall lasted for several more breaths.

Finally, breaking this silence was the sound of chairs moving one after another in front of several terminals on the other side of the hall.

Old Zhao, who was in charge of the magnetic field module, straightened his back from the screen, took off his reading glasses, and rubbed his brow forcefully.

He turned his head, nodded heavily toward Lin Yuan, took off his reading glasses, and rubbed his brow, which was throbbing from extreme excitement.

He turned his head, staring with burning eyes toward Lin Yuan, and nodded heavily.

"Academician Lin, I have also finished reading the preparation plan for the High-Temperature Superconducting Tapes."

Old Zhao put his reading glasses back on the bridge of his nose, and his eyes behind the two lenses were terrifyingly bright.

"The process route is very clear, the parameter precision has completely reached engineering grade, and our existing Vacuum Melting Furnaces and Wire Drawing Equipment can be directly used with just a slight adjustment."

He paused and held up one finger.

"One week. I can also deliver the materials for the magnetic field section on my end."

As soon as he finished speaking, another old expert in charge of the wall material and structural modules also stood up.

"The Tungsten-based Composite Materials and Low-activation Steel plans on my end also have no problems whatsoever."

"The preparation process is written in such detail that I even suspect Academician Lin has personally fired them in front of a furnace..."

"What to pay attention to at each step, which link is prone to deviations, how to correct them—everything has been labeled in advance."

"One week is enough!"

Immediately following, the third, the fourth...

The person in charge of Tritium Breeding Materials, the person in charge of Thermal Insulation Materials—one after another, they stood up from their terminals and reported the same answer toward Lin Yuan.

One week.

One week.

All one week.

Five hard drives, five major modules, five material teams—all had given a one-week timeframe.

Hearing this, the air in the hall seemed to grow feverish.

What did this mean?

It meant that each of the five preparation plans provided by Lin Yuan had reached the engineering implementation standard of 'ready to work upon receipt,' with no ambiguous areas requiring extra exploration or repeated trial and error.

Lin Yuan took in these responses one by one, and a sincere smile appeared on his lips.

"Then I'll leave it to you seniors."

He bowed slightly, his posture very respectful.

Hearing these words, the old experts straightened their backs one by one, their entire spirits transformed.

Lin Yuan did not dwell on this topic for long.

He shifted his gaze from the old experts of the materials group and slowly scanned the remaining faces in the hall.

The moment Lin Yuan's gaze landed on them, these people sat up straight in unison, even their breathing becoming deliberately slowed.

"The matters regarding materials have just been settled."

Lin Yuan paused, tapping his fingers twice on the tabletop.

"So next, we should talk about technical issues."

The air in the hall tightened slightly.

Those technical experts who had been listening on the sidelines and hadn't been able to get a word in earlier straightened their backs even more.

"As I said yesterday, after the materials are solved, three core problems remain for Controlled Nuclear Fusion."

"Short confinement time, the plasma density limit, and plasma control."

"Among them, the plasma control part can be fully handled by Brain-like Artificial Intelligence for real-time calculation and predictive regulation."

"So for this item, you don't need to worry."

Lin Yuan extended two fingers and made a slight motion in the air.

"In other words, the tough nuts that really need us all here to crack together are the remaining two."

"Confinement time is too short."

"Plasma density cannot be increased."

He withdrew his two fingers, interlaced his hands, and rested them on the table.

"The materials side has just given a clear timeframe—all supporting materials will be prepared within a week."

"Then the technical side must naturally keep up with this pace."

Lin Yuan's gaze swept across the experts present; his speech wasn't fast, but every word landed solidly.

"We can't have the materials ready while the technical plans are still lying flat on paper, can we?"

"We can't let those painstakingly prepared superconducting tapes, tungsten-based composite parts, and Low-activation Steel just pile up there and gather dust, can we?"

As those two 'can't have's landed, the old technical experts craned their necks forward, their lips pressed tightly together.

Sitting to Lin Yuan's right, He Mingde rested his hands on the edge of the table, his ten fingers unconsciously clenching and unclenching.

He mulled over the underlying meaning in Lin Yuan's words, a crazy thought growing larger and hotter in his mind.

Finally, he could no longer help himself; he swallowed hard and spoke.

"Academician Lin."

"From the way you're talking..."

He paused, his chest heaving violently.

"Could it be that as soon as the materials are in place and the equipment assembly is completed, we are immediately going to prepare for..."

"Ignition?"

As soon as these words came out, forty to fifty people stared in unison at Lin Yuan in the head seat.

Ignition.

These two words were like two massive hammers, slamming hard into everyone's hearts, making their scalps tingle and their breathing stop!

As soon as the equipment assembled with new materials comes out... we start?

This timeline could no longer be described as 'fast.'

This was practically riding a rocket and hurtling through the human technology tree, so fast it caused a suffocating dizziness!

What happened to the promised half a year?

Every gaze in the room was welded onto Lin Yuan, everyone waiting for his answer.

Meeting these dozens of gazes that could ignite the air, Lin Yuan gave a soft smile.

Then, he spread his hands and said as if it were a matter of course.

"Otherwise, what else?"