He dared not hope that Mingzhao could come up with a complete solution for the "Dongfeng-7" wing; that would be too unrealistic.
He only hoped to get a little inspiration and a little direction from this big shot who turned the impossible into possible!
Even just a simple "Try using XX material" or "The XX structure can be simplified!"
Howard stood aside, watching his commander's near-loss of composure, and then looking at the complex fighter jet blueprints on the stone table, his feelings were complicated.
He knew what the "Dongfeng-7" project meant to the country, and he was also well aware of the difficulties involved.
But he knew all too well how difficult it would be to get Mingzhao to solve a "big problem" that she had absolutely no interest in.
Mingzhao finally shifted his gaze from the small parts in his hands to the unfolded wing blueprints.
Instead of immediately looking at the complex lines and data, she picked up the report next to her that was full of failure records.
She scanned quickly, her fingers swiftly tracing the labels such as "material fracture," "insufficient fatigue life," "low flutter critical point," and "excessive processing deformation." In her clear eyes, data flowed silently, analyzing and comparing.
The silence that lasted a few minutes felt like centuries to Zhang Mingyuan.
His palms were sweating with nervousness, and he stared intently at Mingzhao's face, trying to glean any information from her expressionless face.
Finally, Mingzhao put down the report.
Zhang Mingyuan's heart was in his throat.
Mingzhao raised her head and looked calmly at Zhang Mingyuan. There was no hesitation, no difficulty, and not even a ripple of emotion, as if she were simply answering a question like "What should we have for dinner?"
In her signature, crystal-clear, and outspoken tone, she uttered a sentence:
"Error. Very basic."
Zhang Mingyuan: "...??" Error? Foundation? What does that mean? He didn't react for a moment.
Mingzhao seemed to think he didn't understand, so she stretched out her slender finger and pointed precisely at the structure of a connection point on the wing design drawing, and then pointed to the source data of the flutter problem repeatedly mentioned in the report.
“Here. The material yield strength calculation is incorrect. It was underestimated by 23.7%.” Her tone was as calm as if she were stating an objective fact.
"Here, the structural resonant frequency is mismatched, 15.3% too high."
"Here, the aerodynamic load distribution model is outdated. The mean deviation is 18.6%."
Actually, it wasn't that the experts made a mistake, but rather that the two sides used different formulas. Mingzhao's theoretical knowledge came from the Interstellar Alliance and was derived through countless years of growth, so the value she calculated was much more accurate than that calculated by current researchers!
With a few minor adjustments, the researchers' calculations can also be implemented!
However, it is far less stable than the structural numerical values calculated by Mingzhao!
But with each point she made and each word she uttered, Zhang Mingyuan's heart sank a little deeper! His face paled a little more!
These calculations and designs, which they repeatedly verified and regarded as core secrets...
According to Mingzhao, these were all very basic errors?! And the error counts were accurate to one decimal place?!
This is utterly humiliating to the point of disrespecting all the experts on the project team!
But Zhang Mingyuan couldn't muster the slightest thought of rebuttal; he was only filled with immense shock and... a touch of absurd ecstasy.
Since Mingzhao could point out the mistakes so accurately, it meant... she understood! And she understood them to the core!
“Then…then what do you think…” Zhang Mingyuan’s voice was dry and tight, with a cautious probing tone.
Mingzhao withdrew his finger, his gaze sweeping over the pitiful data on the blueprints that indicated the properties of existing materials. His brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, as if he felt a hint of disgust at such inferior performance parameters.
She hesitated for about three seconds—a considerable amount of time for Mingzhao to think.
Then she spoke again, in the same calm and straightforward tone, but it resonated like thunder in Zhang Mingyuan and Huo Hua's ears:
"Use existing materials. Modify the structure."
She picked up the pencil Zhang Mingyuan had brought and, without even using a ruler or compass, quickly began to draw on the blank space of the original design drawings of the "Dongfeng-7" which were considered top secret!
The lines are simple and sharp, carrying a violent aesthetic that simplifies complexity and gets straight to the heart of the matter!
She removed several seemingly important but redundant structures that caused complex stress concentrations, changed the orientation of key load-bearing beams, added several seemingly simple but ingeniously placed stiffeners, and readjusted the angles of several connection points...
In just two minutes, a completely different, yet strangely harmonious and powerful, simplified diagram of the wing's internal structure was overlaid on the original complex design!
Next to her, she quickly marked the material thickness requirements and heat treatment processes for several key nodes (although she still considered them to be very basic).
After finishing the last stroke, Mingzhao put down her pencil, pointed to the revised structural diagram, looked at Zhang Mingyuan who was dumbfounded and seemed frozen in place, and calmly gave her conclusion:
"Well, it's barely usable. It's... a basic model."
A basic model?!
Looking at the bold yet ingenious changes on the blueprints, Zhang Mingyuan could only have those three words echoing wildly in his mind!
He doesn't understand specific aerodynamics and structural mechanics, but he understands blueprints!
He could clearly feel that Mingzhao's seemingly casual strokes, like a skilled butcher dissecting an ox, precisely hit the nail on the head regarding all the problems with the DF-7's wings!
The complex and unrealizable structure was simplified into a basic model that could be barely manufactured based on the existing industrial level and whose performance was sufficient to support flight!
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