Nuclear Energy Research and Development Center.
The nation's foremost nuclear energy researchers and mechanical experts had gathered together.
Even Li Qianqian, who had been secretly conducting research in her dormitory, had been invited over.
At that very moment, two identical, smooth silver miniature controlled cold nuclear fusion reactors, each about the size of a basketball, sat in the middle of the group.
Although it was unbelievable, the continuously outputting energy through the external interfaces provided by Mo Jingchun explained everything.
The experts silently stared at the two "basketballs" before them, utterly helpless against them.
The entire miniature controlled cold nuclear fusion reactor seemed to be a single whole apart from the interface, without the slightest trace of assembly.
Such advanced craftsmanship inevitably made people wonder whether Candy Technology had secretly developed an even more advanced CNC machine tool based on the high-precision CNC machine tools provided by the state.
Otherwise, how had these two things in front of them been produced?
If they wanted to study the miniature controlled cold nuclear fusion reactors provided by Mo Jingchun, they had to face one problem.
But who would make that consultation call?
"It's really asking a lot of you."
Brute-force cracking would certainly allow them to take it apart, but cutting it open would inevitably damage its internal structure.
After a moment of silence, Mo Jingchun hurriedly spoke:
They had to take apart the miniature controlled cold nuclear fusion reactor. Only then could they observe its internal structure more directly.
Returning to the main subject, Li Na let out a sigh of relief.
Everyone was in the same circle, so who didn't know about Academician Li Qianqian's fiery temper?
"If you cut it open, can you put it back together? Based on your understanding of the people at Candy Technology, none of