Chapter 68 Masterful Skill, Divine Steel Born
"No, no! Absolutely not!"
Professor Liang was so anxious that he stomped his feet, almost crushing the notebook in his hand.
His heart bled as he watched Zhao Di throw another handful of unknown black powder into the stove.
"This cobalt powder is highly toxic! And this ratio... it's like making batteries, not steel!"
"Good heavens! If this furnace explodes, our entire workshop will be blown to bits!"
Professor Liang turned to look at Chen Zhiyuan and Lin Jianguo, his eyes filled with a plea for help.
"Old Chen, say something! This is state property, you can't just squander it like this!"
Although Chen Zhiyuan was also apprehensive, he recalled the brightly lit night and the exoskeleton that appeared out of nowhere.
He pushed up his glasses, gritted his teeth, and said, "Old Liang, trust her this once."
"With our current technology, even if we proceed step by step, it may take ten years to produce qualified submarine steel."
"Since the conventional approach is blocked, let's take a gamble!"
Lin Jianguo was even more decisive, standing directly in front of Zhao Di, protecting his daughter like a mountain.
"Chief Engineer Liang, if anything happens, I, Lin Jianguo, will take the blame with my life!"
"Girl, put them in however you like, put in whatever you want!"
With her father's support, Zhao Di's little face was full of a smug smile.
Like a little chef playing house, she poured in the last bit of "seasoning".
"Alright! Put the lid on!"
"Light the fire!"
As the power switch was pulled down.
The old, dilapidated electric stove emitted a strained, humming sound.
"Sizzle sizzle sizzle—"
Terrifying electric arcs leaped inside the furnace.
The thermometer needle shot upwards like crazy.
1500 degrees...1800 degrees...2000 degrees!
"Warning! Furnace temperature too high! Cooling system overload!"
The technician's voice changed, sounding like he was crying.
"It's going to explode! It's really going to explode!"
Everyone's heart was in their throat.
Professor Liang closed his eyes in despair, his mind already beginning to formulate the contents of his will.
Only Zhao Di remained nestled in her father's arms, munching on White Rabbit milk candy.
She asked the system in her mind.
"Uncle, when will this soup be ready?"
"I can smell the fragrance."
The system replied irritably.
That's the smell of burning graphite electrodes!
[Almost there, just three more minutes.]
[This system is fine-tuning the molecular structure arrangement; this could be the future of nanocrystalline steel—a real bargain for these old men.]
Time passed by, second by second.
Every second felt like an eternity.
finally.
"bite--"
A crisp notification sound came from somewhere, but Zhao Di heard it anyway.
"Alright! It's ready!"
Zhao Di clapped her hands and shouted.
Without her saying anything, the electric stove automatically stopped working.
The furnace lid slowly opened.
A strange heat wave, unlike anything I'd ever seen before, swept over me.
It didn't have a pungent sulfur smell; instead, it had a... indescribable, crisp, metallic scent.
When that batch of molten steel was slowly poured out and poured into the mold to cool,
The entire workshop fell silent.
A deathly silence.
Everyone stared wide-eyed at the newly formed steel plate.
It is neither the common silver-gray nor the black of pig iron.
It was a deep, dark blue that seemed to absorb all the light.
The surface is as smooth as a mirror, and not even a single bubble or impurity can be seen.
It's like a giant sapphire.
Professor Liang walked over shakily.
He reached out, wanting to touch it but not daring to, as if afraid of damaging this "gem".
"This...this is steel?"
He had never seen steel of this color before.
"Quickly! Take samples! Perform tensile tests! Perform yield strength tests!"
Professor Liang suddenly came to his senses and his loud voice startled the young man next to him.
Soon, a piece of cut-off steel was sent to the laboratory.
The old-fashioned hydraulic stretching machine started working.
"Buzz buzz buzz—"
The pressure gauge reading began to climb.
200 MPa... that's the limit for ordinary marine steel.
300 MPa... This is currently the best level of special steel in China.
The sample steel remained completely still, showing no signs of deformation whatsoever.
Professor Liang's hands began to tremble.
400 MPa...
500 MPa... This is the theoretical limit of "HY-80" steel according to Soviet experts!
The sample steel was still the same old thing, even gleaming with a mocking blue light under the lamp.
"Increase the pressure! Keep increasing the pressure!"
Professor Liang's voice was hoarse, and his eyes were as red as a rabbit's.
600……800……1000!
"Bang!"
The old stretching machine let out a scream; the oil pipe had burst.
The machine is broken.
But the steel still didn't break!
In the laboratory, all that could be heard was the hissing sound of the machine leaking oil and the heavy breathing of the people.
"This...this machine's maximum range is 1200 MPa..."
The operator stammered.
"So, its strength... exceeds 1200 megapascals?"
Professor Liang suddenly clutched his chest; he felt like he was about to have a heart attack.
1200 MPa!
What does this mean?
This surpasses not only the Soviet Union and the United States, but also the current limits of human understanding in materials science!
This isn't steel at all.
This is a divine object!
"Not only that, Professor!"
Another technician in charge of weighing rushed in, holding a report in his hand, as excited as if he had won the lottery.
"Its density... is only two-thirds that of ordinary steel!"
"In other words, for the same volume, it is twice as light as ordinary steel!"
"Half the weight? Three times the strength?"
Professor Liang felt a sudden dizziness; happiness had come so suddenly that it had stunned him.
He grabbed the cold, dark blue steel plate.
Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.
"The backbone..."
"This is the backbone of our Chinese Navy!"
"With this, who do we still need to be mindful of?"
"Don't even mention submarines, we can build an unsinkable aircraft carrier!"
A group of experts in their seventies and eighties surrounded a steel plate, crying like children.
These are tears that have been held back for too long.
These are tears of triumph.
At this momentous and moving time.
An untimely, childlike voice rang out.
"Oh dear, why is it this color?"
Zhao Di frowned, looking at the steel plate that everyone treated like a treasure with disgust.
"It's all dark and ugly."
"I want to paint it pink."
"Pink is so pretty, like Peppa Pig."
(Note: Although Peppa Pig was not present at this time, in Zhao Di's mind, Peppa Pig was an animated character that the system had shown her.)
All the crying stopped abruptly.
Professor Liang's tears were still on her face, and her expression froze instantly.
Pink... pink?
Paint this piece of sacred steel, which represents the nation's top secrets and is the cornerstone of future coastal defense, pink?
The scene was too beautiful for him to imagine.
"No! Absolutely not!"
Professor Liang instinctively protected the steel plate, like a mother hen protecting her chicks.
"This is authority! This is murderous intent! What kind of language is pink?!"
Zhao Di was displeased upon hearing this, her little mouth pouting, and she was about to launch a "beep offensive".
"I want pink! If you don't give me pink, I won't make you a giant black fish!"
Once this trump card was played, everyone faltered.
Chen Zhiyuan quickly gave Professor Liang a meaningful look.
"Old Liang, broaden your horizons! Open your mind!"
"As long as the performance is good, it doesn't matter if it's pink or painted in a bright floral pattern, it's still God Steel!"
Commander Zhao also tried to smooth things over.
"Um... could we paint the outside camouflage and the inside pink?"
"That's called inner beauty! Yes, inner beauty!"
Lin Jianguo was utterly unprincipled: "Whatever my daughter says goes! I'll buy you the best pink paint later!"
Zhao Di then stopped crying and started laughing.
"Yay! I want to be a big pink black fish!"
Professor Liang looked at this group of "doting fathers" who had no bottom line and sighed helplessly.
That's enough.
Who told our ancestors to hold the core technology?
Pink it is.
As long as we can capsize the foreign devils' ship.
Even if it's Hello Kitty, it's still a mythical sea monster!
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