The two stared at each other for a long time before Zhao Min finally looked away, seemingly accepting the fact.
"I need to tell you something. I'm interested in younger men now," Zhao Min said, staring at Chen Mo.
Chen Mo shrugged. "Doesn't matter if you are. I'm taken."
"I can be the other woman."
"Pah. Get to the point. I didn't bring you here for you to seduce me. Stop changing the subject." Speechless, Chen Mo waved the grayish-white crystalline powder in the glass bottle before Zhao Min.
"I'm regretting coming in with you now." Zhao Min gave a bitter smile. She knew she had already boarded the ship and could no longer get off.
"You insisted on coming." Chen Mo smiled.
Zhao Min regained her serious expression and stopped joking. This matter was no small thing; she had to take it seriously.
"Give me a simple explanation of the material's properties."
Chen Mo nodded and became serious as well. "The material displays superconducting properties at room temperature. Its maximum superconducting temperature is 841 degrees Celsius. Below that temperature, it remains superconductive. As for applications, if all circuits were made from this material, a single phone battery could power the company's entire computer mainframe."
"Can it be mass-produced?" Zhao Min looked around the laboratory.
"In small batches, enough to meet my research and production needs," Chen Mo said.
"I'm starting to suspect Tesla and Einstein were reincarnated in your head."
Zhao Min looked helplessly at Chen Mo. The world's top laboratories were all researching Room-Temperature Superconducting Material, yet Chen Mo had produced it himself.
Chen Mo did not deny it, because there was a Sci-Tech Library hidden inside his mind.
"Who else knows about this material?" Zhao Min's expression turned solemn. This was no trivial matter.
"For now, you're