35: Chapter 35 Global Trial! I'll end America's hegemony in just one lesson!

On the computer screen, the white scientist named Allen Reed had a righteous look on his face, but a sneer he couldn't hide hung at the corner of his mouth.

"...A downright murderer!"

The last few words slammed into Su Che's ears like poison-dipped nails.

The room was very quiet.

Lin Waner stood behind him, her hand unconsciously gripping the hem of his shirt.

Su Che didn't look back.

He simply closed the webpage. The computer screen went dark, reflecting his expressionless face.

"Su Che..."

Lin Waner's voice carried an anxiety she couldn't hide.

"It's fine."

Su Che stood up, picked up the cup of cold tea on the table, and took a sip.

"It's just a dog barking."

He picked up his phone and directly dialed General Zhang's private number.

The call was answered almost instantly.

"Kid, you've seen it, right?"

General Zhang's voice was as heavy as iron, suppressing a volcano that was about to erupt.

"General."

Su Che's voice was very calm.

"I need a stage."

"How big?"

"Big enough for the whole world to see."

"Good!"

General Zhang uttered only a single word.

"I also need some equipment. I'll send the list to Captain Li Jun right away."

"Whatever you want, you'll get!"

"Lastly."

Su Che paused.

"During the live broadcast, I want a simultaneous interpreter who can translate my words into English."

There was a silence of two seconds on the other end of the line.

Then came General Zhang's hearty, booming laugh.

"Hahaha! Good kid!"

"I just love your attitude of 'if you're not happy with it, fight it'!"

"You want a simultaneous interpreter? I'll get you the chief translator of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs!"

"You want a stage? I'll have the National Channel boost your stream! Let all those bastards in the world see how the prodigy of our Dragon Nation slaps them in the face!"

Hanging up the phone, Su Che put his phone back in his pocket.

He turned around, looked at the worried Lin Waner, and grinned.

"Teacher Lin, come on, let's go watch the bacon being smoked."

"Huh?"

Lin Waner couldn't quite keep up with his train of thought.

...

The next morning.

At the entrance of the village, a large shed had been set up at some point.

The 'smart smokeless bacon smoking box' that Su Che had tinkered with yesterday was sitting in the middle of the shed, operating quietly.

The machine was surrounded by villagers watching the spectacle.

"Che Wazi, can this iron canister of yours really smoke meat?"

"Don't tell me it's going to end up smelling like strawberries again, like yesterday?"

Second Aunt leaned in closest, peering at the machine with a look of suspicion.

Su Che didn't explain, but simply pointed to a small screen on the side of the machine.

"Second Aunt, look here."

The screen clearly displayed: 'Smoking Mode: Cypress Wood Flavor', 'Current Temperature: 75°C', 'Estimated Remaining Time: 1 minute'.

"This thing can even choose flavors?"

"Of course."

Su Che patted the machine proudly.

"Whether you want pine, cypress, bayberry, or chestnut wood, you can change it as you please."

Just as they were speaking.

*Ding!*

The machine let out a crisp notification sound.

Four large characters in gold on a red background popped up on the screen: 'Auspicious Bacon!'

Su Che opened the lid.

A plume of white steam, blending the fresh scent of cypress wood with a rich meaty aroma, instantly rose and filled the entire shed.

Everyone instinctively sniffed the air.

"Fragrant! It smells so damn good!"

Village Chief Wang Fugui was the first to rush forward. He fished out a piece of steaming bacon, and disregarding the heat, tore off a strip and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

"Mmh... delicious!"

He shouted indistinctly.

"This taste is even more authentic than what we smoke with firewood ourselves! And it doesn't choke you!"

The villagers instantly erupted into excitement and gathered around.

"Che Wazi, let me try some too!"

"My spouse loves cured sausage. Can this iron canister of yours smoke that?"

Surrounded in the middle, Su Che didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Yes, yes, yes, it can do everything!"

"Everyone, line up, family by family! I guarantee that every household will have bacon to eat before the New Year!"

The entire village was immersed in a simple and lively joy of the upcoming New Year.

Children chased and played around the magical iron canister, while adults lined up and chatted about neighborhood gossip.

Lin Waner stood outside the crowd, watching Su Che surrounded by the villagers and looking at the helpless yet happy smile on his face.

She suddenly felt that the overwhelming slander on the internet didn't seem so terrifying anymore.

...

In the afternoon.

Two Z-20 helicopters descended upon Su Family Village once again.

This time, it wasn't just fully armed soldiers who got off.

There was also a group of scientific researchers in white lab coats, carrying various precision instruments.

With terrifying efficiency, they quickly set up a temporary live broadcast scene comparable to a national-level laboratory in the courtyard of the village committee.

High-precision spectrometers, scanning electron microscopes, Raman spectrometers...

Taking any single piece of this equipment out would be enough to make the physics department head of a second-tier university drop to his knees on the spot.

But now, they had all become Su Che's toys.

At exactly eight o'clock in the evening.

A live broadcast without any prior announcement commenced simultaneously worldwide through the special channel of the National Channel.

In front of the camera.

Su Che was still wearing his grease-stained overalls, his hair messy, looking completely out of place among the solemn-faced researchers in sterile suits.

He didn't look at the camera, but was simply tinkering with a newly assembled, highly complex experimental setup.

As soon as the live stream started, global traffic flooded in like crazy.

"[Holy crap! It's Brother Che! The National Channel is personally stepping in!]"

"[They're here, they're here! I knew the country wouldn't just sit back and watch!]"

"[Where is that grandson named Allen Reed? Come out and see God!]"

In the United States, at the Tansford University Physics Laboratory.

Allen Reed held a cup of coffee, leisurely watching the crude live stream on the screen, a contemptuous smirk on his lips.

"A cornered beast's struggle."

He commented flatly to his assistant beside him.

"What kind of waves can a country boy, who doesn't even have the most basic common sense of materials science, possibly make?"

In the live broadcast, Su Che finally finished calibrating the equipment.

He picked up a small bottle of grayish-white powder and poured it onto the experimental table.

"Many people say this is highly toxic hexavalent chromium."

Su Che's voice, through translation, reached most parts of the world clearly.

"Today, I'll let everyone see what this actually is."

He didn't perform any complex chemical analysis.

He simply activated the strong electric field on the experimental table.

The powder silently levitated.

Immediately after, he turned on the spectrometer beside him.

A laser swept across the levitating layer of powder.

A complex spectrum chart instantly appeared on the large screen behind him.

"This is its spectral signal."

Su Che pointed at the screen.

"Now, I'll bring up the spectrum chart of hexavalent chromium as well."

Another chart appeared on the screen.

Except for having the same horizontal axis, none of the peaks and curves in the two charts matched.

They were simply two completely different substances.

The global live stream chat instantly fell silent.

The composure on Allen Reed's face vanished.

"This... this is impossible!"

The assistant beside him cried out in disbelief.

"The spectrum chart can be forged!"

Su Che seemed to have heard his words.

He picked up another bottle of powder nearby; that was actual hexavalent chromium.

He repeated the experiment from just now.

A third spectrum chart appeared on the large screen, identical to the standard spectrum in the database.

The evidence was ironclad.

"[Slapped in the face! A blatant slap in the face!]"

"[Hahaha! Allen Reed's face must be swollen from the slapping!]"

"[I declare this is the most satisfying live stream of the year, bar none!]"

Su Che looked at the camera, his face still expressionless.

"The warm-up is over."

"Now, let's begin the real class."

He walked up to a huge whiteboard connected to a data cable and picked up a marker.

"Mr. Allen Reed, what I am about to write next might be a bit beyond your syllabus."

"If you can understand it..."

Su Che turned his head toward the camera and grinned.

"...I'll consider it my loss."

He happened to remember one complete, complex formula from his grandfather's notebook. This single formula was enough to awe them, but it was absolutely impossible for them to research anything useful based on this formula alone!

After saying that, he paid no more attention to anyone, turned around, and wrote the first formula on the whiteboard.

A brand-new mathematical formula regarding fields, mass, and spacetime curvature that had never appeared in any published paper.

He wrote as fast as the wind.

Lines of formulaic symbols flowed from his pen, constructing an unprecedented, magnificent, and rigorous world of physics.

Everyone in the entire live stream held their breath.

They might not understand the formulas that looked like gibberish, but they could understand the disdainful confidence on Su Che's face.

In the Tansford University laboratory.

*Smash!*

The coffee cup in Allen Reed's hand fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.

He stared fixedly at the formula on the screen, his pampered face filled with shock and fear.

"No... this is impossible..."

"This is not a theory that humanity can master at this stage..."

Su Che wrote down the final symbol.

He tossed the marker aside and turned around.

"This, is one of the principles behind my 'highly toxic substance'."

"I have named it 'Kunlun'."

"It is very safe."

"Its only side effect is probably..."

"...ending the global hegemony of certain countries a few decades early, that's all."

The live stream ended there.

Su Che let out a long breath, feeling relaxed all over.

He was just about to head back inside to make a bowl of instant noodles.

The phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated again.

It was Qin Lan.

"Su Che!"

As soon as the call connected, Qin Lan's urgent, high-pitched voice came through.

"Ma Wenju got the news! He knows the evidence is in our hands!"

"He's going to run!"