Chapter 605: It's Flying!

Twenty-four processed cylindrical ferrofluid propulsion devices are neatly placed on the deck, but the place where the electromagnetic coil is located is empty. Before combining these tubes, we have to face the ultimate universe-level Problem, high-temperature superconductors.

Feng Tianyou, Lu Yeqian, Zhou Yang and others looked through the existing technical materials, trying to find a suitable technical solution. Zhou Yang has already entered a petrochemical state. Is this all technology available now? This is the technology of the next few hundred years!

Did this lazy god technology rob the alien spacecraft?

"Welcome to join, brother." Lu Yeqian shook hands with Zhou Yang, "If you dare to reveal what you saw today, you will be finished."

Zhou Yang didn't know whether this guy really welcomed him or was gloating, he thought it was the latter.

Nan Ming walked over with his hands behind his back, looked at the round pipes curiously, and asked everyone cheerfully, "How is the progress?"

Nan Ming was in a good mood, because the Italian little old man Marcello had become one of the chefs on board, and the Filipino chef who roasted suckling pig, Nan Ming liked the recipes for several days.

Muller followed Nan Ming step by step, smiling, and Yang Ji followed behind with a dark face. He did all the dirty work, and the old fox got all the benefits. He felt a deep sense of crisis.

Didn't you promise to blacken me? Who the hell is blackening!

This old fox has a lot of tricks!

But I have to admire one thing, this guy is really a good housekeeper, since he started to take care of things, Nan Ming's mood has really improved a lot.

Moreover, there is no need to worry about food, clothing, shelter, and transportation. The most obvious benefit is that Nanming's energy has risen rapidly!

What is the root of the lazy gods? Nanming's energy is fundamental, and it is hard work to increase Nanming's energy. Yang Ji thinks that he is not capable, so he can only obediently touch his nose and be a dog's leg.

He's not afraid of dirty work, that's what he does.

Moreover, when the old man was in front of Nan Ming, he behaved extremely decently. He regarded himself as a servant and was polite to everyone. At this time, he was holding a tray and serving fresh green mango smoothies to everyone. This is Nan Ming. Ming's favorite drink, tastes great.

The old fox opened his mouth and said, "Please use it, sir. It is my honor to serve you, sir!"

He was very low-key and humble, but Yang Ji clearly saw that when Barton and Turkey took the smoothie from his hands, they were almost shaking into a sieve.

It was this guy who framed them, so they had to face the dilemma of feeding sharks!

Feng Tianyou and the others didn't know the real face of this guy, so they smiled and said thank you before answering Nan Ming's question.

"There's no progress, Mr. Nan, the superconducting problem can't be solved." Feng Tianyou sighed.

"Superconducting?" Nan Ming raised his eyebrows, as if thinking of something.

...

Waking up in the morning, Qingzhong Yang habitually straightened his discipline buttons in front of the mirror, and then he found that there were several blisters on the corners of his mouth, and he couldn't help throbbing pain when he grinned.

Foaming in the mouth, the taste of stomach acid in my mouth, I have been anxious for the past few days, my work and rest are irregular, my old stomach problem has recurred, and I am throbbing in pain in the middle of the night.

Qingzhong Yang is actually not that kind of serious leader, but he hasn't smiled for several days.

Yingjiang's warships are showing off in the South China Sea. This year, they have arranged several joint military exercises with different countries. It is self-evident who they are targeting.

For Yingjiang's powerful aircraft carrier formation, if it is not for the intensive attack of hundreds of missiles, the only thing that can deter it is the ultra-quiet and extremely fast new magnetic fluid propelled nuclear submarine.

The domestic military reform has gradually begun, and the military services are more closely integrated. Everyone is trying to cross the river by feeling the stones on how to build and integrate the new army, and they all want good news to boost the morale of the army.

In the next naval internal military exercise in April, many people in the military want to see if this new type of technology is feasible.

For this, Yang Du of Qingzhong stayed in the No. 7 Institute for three days, and blocked the deputy director in charge of magnetic fluid propulsion technology when he had nothing to do. Twenty-eight thousand, you can just use your mouth!"

Qingzhong Yang refused to listen, so he just stayed here. He was here, and several high-level officials of Beichuan had to accompany him.

The deputy director scolded her mother behind her back: "Damn you, hurry up, hurry up!"

In fact, Qingzhong Yang has heard it, and he also knows that these front-line researchers are very hardworking and emotional, but time waits for no one!

Sometimes Qingzhong Yang would complain to Lao Chu: "It would be great if Xiao Ming was here..."

"It's good that Xiaofeng is here..." Old Chu sighed.

A person from Lanshen Technology, working for Trisso, Feng Tianyou made him a bunch of workpieces that would take several weeks to process in ten minutes, which completely shocked Lao Chu.

"However, this technology is confidential and too sensitive. It is impossible for Beichuan to share it with others..." Chu Chunkui shook his head.

The two stuffed two steamed buns in the cafeteria, and hurried to the laboratory. The deputy director was carrying a liquid nitrogen tank to inject liquid nitrogen into the experimental equipment with dark circles under his eyes. Seeing them both were about to cry: " I said to the two chiefs, can you give me some way to survive? I wrote the suicide note last night, and you are going to kill me, whoever you want to do!"

"Leave us alone, we're here to help..." Chu Chunkui couldn't help but change the subject, "What are you doing?"

"Add liquid nitrogen to the superconducting coil." The director sighed, "The lads were busy until three o'clock last night, let them sleep for a while, and I will prepare it myself..."

"We are also here to help." Qing Zhongyang rolled up his sleeves and was about to help, but the director hurriedly stepped aside, "Don't, this thing is dangerous."

While adding liquid nitrogen, the deputy director babbled about the difficulties faced by superconductors, just like Mrs. Xianglin.

Most of the superconducting materials must be close to absolute zero to produce superconducting properties, and the resistance is reduced to zero.

Materials that can be cooled with liquid nitrogen (minus 195 degrees) to produce superconducting properties are called: high! temperature! overtake! guide! body!

At minus 195 degrees, this temperature can freeze the human body into ice slag, and it will shatter when knocked! It's still high temperature!

At this "high temperature", there are only a few high-temperature superconductors that can work at present, the most famous of which is called yttrium barium copper oxide. Although it is a "high temperature" superconductor, its structural strength is very poor, and it is almost impossible Processed into coils!

Even if it can, it must be continuously cooled with liquid nitrogen during operation.

The price of liquid nitrogen is not a problem, it is now the price of Coke, but if a submarine carries so much liquid nitrogen, then don't bring anything else.

"I don't care if I can carry other things, I just want to build a dynamic submarine, let it run and see if it can invade the defensive circle of the aircraft carrier!" Qing Zhongyang said.

"Even if this is the case, it will take me two to three years... no... three to five years!" The deputy director wanted to plunge his head into liquid nitrogen to cool down.

At this moment, Lao Chu's phone rang, he picked it up and listened to it, then handed it to Qing Zhongyang: "I'm looking for you."

"...Chief, I am Shi Buqing, the captain of a certain ship. According to the order, our ship is using radar to monitor the Silence near the border of the South China Sea. Something is wrong with it..."

"What's wrong?" Qingzhong Yang was taken aback.

"It's going so fast...it...it's flying!" (To be continued.)