Chapter 1144
Dragon Tendons Confer Godhood! Room Temperature Superconductivity Achieved
"see this!"
Su Dingping's expression was unusually calm, but beneath that calm lay an uncontrollable volcano about to erupt.
"No graphite! No ceramics! Go back! Make copper!"
"Making copper?!"
Hua Ming's roar burst out almost instantly.
"Have you gone mad from staying up all night, Su Dingping?! Copper? Copper's resistance is the ancestor of all! I buried copper-based superconductors in the pile of waste paper in the archives twenty years ago!"
It's completely dead! And that Pangu project I built back then is gone too!
That's a dead end! Do you understand? The ashes in the cemetery are all cold!
He roared, pointing to the old, tattered research notebook next to the terminal—those pages marked with copper grids and crosses.
"Did you see that? Did you see that? Failure! A blatant failure!"
He reached out and swept the stack of manuscript papers on the table with such force that it looked like he was going to throw them directly into the trash can.
"Don't waste my time on this! Go back to your bed and catch up on your sleep!"
But his fingers froze abruptly when they touched the crudely drawn, powerfully executed diagram of a three-dimensional layered composite lattice at the very top of the manuscript!
That structure... that ingeniously designed dot matrix connection!
The way they constructed the material's lattice foundation... completely broke free from the framework of conventional thinking! It was like a savage and direct visitor from outer space!
"Elder Hua!"
Su Dingping pressed down hard on the edge of the manuscript paper, stopping it from being swept away. His tone was not loud, but it carried an undeniable metallic quality.
"Graphite is a dead end! Ceramics is a much more dead end! Our ingrained thinking has locked us in a cage for too long!"
He pointed sharply at the complex diagram with his free hand.
"Is copper completely dead? Or did we not even push it to the brink of destruction?!"
Hua Ming's fingers were still pressing on the drawing, but his eyes were already uncontrollably scanning the sloppy and arrogant structure.
The layered "superconductivity-charge separation-structural support" complex state... "induced phase transition"... "rare earth element bridge"... several extremely crucial core terms that pierced through the fog violently impacted his retina and cerebral cortex!
And the labels next to it, such as "Theoretical Tc breaks through the liquid nitrogen barrier" and "Loss is less than 10^-8",... each value is like a whip cracking with electricity, striking his decades of experience and knowledge!
Anger froze on his face, like a weathered, peeling rock mask.
The fingers, which initially resisted sweeping away the paper, pressed firmly onto the image, trembling slightly. In the bloodshot eyes, the scrutiny and habitual irritability were replaced by an increasingly intense, almost stormy, astonishment and disbelief.
He stared intently at the picture, then abruptly flipped to the next page! And the next page after that!
Those unrestrained handwriting, those bold and frighteningly clear preparation steps! There were no lengthy explanations, only the core conclusions and data ranges cut straight to the bone!
Brutal, direct, and even somewhat unreasonable! But every word, every reason pointed to by the arrow, was like a heavy hammer smashing against the chains that firmly imprisoned Hua Ming's mindset that "copper base is just not good enough"!
The air in the office was completely frozen.
Only Hua Ming's increasingly rapid breathing, like that of a broken bellows, grew louder and louder.
He read extremely fast, his fingers flipping through the pages with a frantic, tearing motion, his eyes scanning the pages greedily, and even fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead. His expression was as if he were reading a prophetic book about destruction and rebirth!
"Clap!"
The cigarette butt in his hand finally burned to its limit and fell onto the cold alloy floor, emitting a tiny wisp of white smoke, but he seemed oblivious to it.
After an unknown amount of time, Hua Ming finally raised his head.
His expression was unusually complex, a fierce clash of shock, ecstasy, self-mockery, and disbelief.
"Su Dingping..."
His voice was so hoarse it was distorted, each word sounding like it was being coaxed out of his burning throat.
"This...is this really something you...came up...after staying up all night?"
Those eyes, which had just been filled with rage and bloodshot veins, were now fixed on Su Dingping, as if trying to see through the depths of his soul to see if there were any alien tentacles hidden there.
This report goes beyond the category of "a flash of genius"; it has directly unearthed the cornerstone of the temple of physics!
Su Dingping met his scrutinizing yet fervent gaze without flinching, only feeling a calm sense of urgency.
"It wasn't just a thought; it was based on all the data your research institute had accumulated, the failed reports, and those dusty old ideas. At a certain moment, it all clicked!"
He couldn't possibly provide an illustrated guide.
Time will give us the answer.
"Old Hua, do you dare turn around and lift that bronze coffin that's been sealed for twenty years?!"
"call……"
Hua Ming took a long, deep breath, as if he wanted to inhale the metallic and ozone-smelling air in the room along with the tumultuous report before him into his lungs!
For the first time, his calloused hands trembled heavily, almost like a pilgrimage, as he picked up the stack of manuscript paper again.
"Dare? I'm not afraid of anything!"
He suddenly grinned, a smile like that of a person long stranded on a deserted island suddenly seeing the light of a lighthouse, a ferocious grin tinged with extreme excitement, his gums yellowed from a night of smoking.
"I've wanted to smash that coffin lid for twenty years! Someone come here!!"
He turned around abruptly and let out a roar that sounded like a howl at the empty passageway!
His hoarse voice cracked with excitement, even taking on a metallic tremor!
His shout was like detonating a sonic bomb!
"Splash!"
"Boom"!
"Creak!"
A chaotic clattering sound and hurried footsteps suddenly erupted from the laboratories on both sides of the corridor!
The once quiet passageway suddenly became lively.
Several young researchers carrying coffee cups on their way to the analysis room nearly dropped them in fright; an experimenter in heavy protective gear, about to enter the sputtering room for a shift change, almost tripped over the threshold; even the veteran technician squatting in the corner debugging the precision power control module looked up in astonishment.
Everyone looked in the direction of the gong-like roar—and there they saw their director, Hua Ming, who was usually serious and irritable like a tiger, now acting like a madman, his face flushed, holding a stack of ordinary draft paper, his hands trembling slightly!
His eyes shone like two pieces of refined steel just forged in a furnace! And standing opposite Director Hua, looking tired but unusually calm, was none other than Su Dingping, the young chief engineer who had been parachuted in a month ago and was rumored to have mastered the "Dragon Star" stellarator!
"Hua...Hua Institute?"
The nearest team leader asked cautiously, his throat a little dry. "What...what are your instructions?"
He had never seen his boss like this in his life! It was even more outrageous than the hundreds of millions lost due to the equipment failure!
"instruct?!"
Hua Ming suddenly waved his hand, making a rustling sound as he squeezed the stack of manuscript papers.
"Everyone! In all directions! Immediately! Right now! Stop right now!"
He roared the command with almost all his might.
"What rubbish is this graphene! That damn ceramic-based stuff! Put it down! Put it all down!"
Like an enraged lion that has discovered a herd of antelopes, he paced back and forth excitedly for a couple of steps, then suddenly stopped and pointed at Su Dingping beside him, who had an expressionless face but exuded an imposing and dignified aura.
"Listen to him! From now on! Listen to him!"
Hua Ming's voice reverberated through the roof tiles, each word like a heavy hammer striking the ground.
"Chief Engineer Su's order! That is the highest operational command!"
He offered no explanation, nor did he need to!
That stack of scribbles that Hua held in his hand as if it were a sacred object was the new ironclad rule of the research institute at this moment!
"Everyone, prepare to receive the new plan—copper-based! Copper alloy substrate preparation! Target."
Composite crystal superconducting material! Code name... code name..."
He suddenly looked at Su Dingping, his eyes burning.
Su Dingping uttered two words concisely.
Hua Ming nodded forcefully, the veins on his neck bulging.
"Code name—Dragon Tendon! Get it done! Go all out! Make it like the dragon tendon supporting the sky under the bronze coffin lid!"
The entire passage became so quiet you could hear a pin drop! Everyone was stunned, as if struck by a massive bolt of lightning!
铜？
Dragon tendons?
Composite superconductivity?
This turn of events was too abrupt! Too crazy! It completely shattered their work experience and habitual thinking accumulated over the past month, or even several years! Abandoning the graphene field they had already reached a point of understanding? Jumping back to copper-based research, which had been condemned to the depths of hell by countless failure reports? This is simply... going against the current and lifting the coffin lid!
But Hua Ming’s unprecedented, almost bloodthirsty rage and excitement, and Su Dingping’s rock-solid silence and unfathomable calmness, these two extreme emotions intertwined to form an indescribable and extremely compelling persuasiveness!
After a brief silence, a sudden uproar erupted in the passageway! It was a commotion, but more than that, it was the boiling point of people being completely ignited, throwing themselves headlong into a new, frenzied battle!
"Yes, Huasuo!"
The team leader, who had almost dropped the cup, was the first to react and responded loudly almost instinctively, without bothering to think about the crazy logic behind it!
"Understood!! Dragon tendons! Copper base!"
Someone shouted it out!
Like a lit fuse, the scattered responses quickly coalesced into a surging wave of sound! The pent-up frustration and exhaustion from working day and night were completely replaced in this moment by the immense stimulation of forcibly changing direction and a blind, fanatical fervor! Who cares if there's a mountain of knives or a mountain of gold ahead! Let's just do it!
The research institute instantly transformed into a giant beehive! Hua Ming, holding the "wildly written" report that resembled a codebook, rushed directly to the main control room of the Materials Formulation and Parameter Coordination Center to personally oversee the operation.
Su Dingping did not leave; he was immediately surrounded and led to the core preparation area.
He pointed to the key descriptions in the report regarding "preparation of amorphous copper precursors" and "rare earth ratio range," and made adjustments at an extremely fast pace.
"Immediately halt Group C sputtering! Replace the target! Melting group! Recalculate the formula proportions! The key is the amount of these rare earth elements introduced! ... Vacuum calibration group, stand by! The electron beam pulse accuracy requirement is extremely high!"
His instructions were issued one by one, clear, accurate, and unquestionable, cutting into the original operational framework of Institute 303 like a scalpel.
Time flows silently in an extremely tense and high-speed state.
Five whole days! The massive liquid helium cryogenic Dewar shell in the core preparation area was removed, replaced by several annular acceleration deflection rails flashing with high-frequency energy. The atmosphere was as tense as a cannon barrel about to fire!
Finally, late at night on the fifth day.
After the final round of precisely injected mixed rare-earth ion flow with strictly controlled parameters into the copper-based embryo that had been forcibly induced to undergo a phase transition by a high-energy pulse, the cold probe tip of the heart of the entire Institute 303—the dedicated low-temperature superconducting test platform used for online measurement of critical current—came into contact with the cylindrical sample with a diameter of only 3 mm, which shimmered with dark gold and had strange crystal ridges on its surface!
The entire testing area was so quiet that the only sounds were the gurgling of the coolant flowing through the cryogenic pipes and the faint hum of the instruments carrying current. Dozens of monitoring screens were arranged in a circle, and everyone held their breath, even the young man responsible for starting the equipment dared not let his finger tremble as it hovered over the button!
Su Dingping, Hua Ming, and Academicians Li Mingde and Hong Zhiqiang, who were urgently invited to "witness" the event, squeezed into the small observation area. Their eyes were drawn to the screen of the highest resolution oscilloscope in the center, as if drawn by a magnet.
Every muscle on Hua Ming's face was taut, his unshaven chin trembled slightly, his deep-set eyes were bloodshot, yet his gaze was frighteningly bright, burning with a desperate flame.
Li Mingde pursed his lips tightly, his aged hands gripping the end of his cane tightly.
Hong Zhiqiang subconsciously leaned forward, almost pressing himself against the thick observation window.
Guo Xueyun stood in the corner, her fists clenched so tightly that her nails dug deep into her palms, barely feeling any pain.
She knew how much effort Dingping had put in over the past month, almost burning his life force, inside that cold mountain!
The small cylinder on that testing device embodies all of Dingping's crazy ideas and also determines the future fate of Institute 303!
"start up."
Su Dingping's voice was deep and calm, like a rock.
The researcher in charge of the operation pressed the start button abruptly!
The cold superconducting test probe instantly applied an electric current to the sample!
A perfectly clear, golden straight line suddenly appeared in the previously blank area of the oscilloscope screen! Straight! So sharp it looked as if it had been cut with the finest diamond cutter! Without a single undulation! Without the slightest bend!
Starting from the zero current point, along the set reference voltage scale, it soars almost vertically upwards with an unparalleled smoothness that defies the common sense of physics!
It's reaching the top!
It ignored the red warning line marked with "critical current"!
It completely ignores the scale markings that represent the physical limits!
That dazzling golden line, symbolizing the perfect internal pathway of a superconductor, pierced straight up to the top edge of the screen! As if it wanted to pierce through the cold outer shell of the instrument!
Critical current density Jc. Calculation in progress... Calculation in progress... Calculation result: >3.5 10^8 A/cm.
[Superconducting critical transition temperature Tc. Simultaneous measurement in progress... 98.2 K] (End of Chapter)