Jinling Institute for Advanced Study.
Several laboratories at the Institute of Computational Materials Science.
Yang Xu, who had been meticulously conducting an experiment, suddenly looked up. He pushed up his glasses, looked at Lu Zhou standing at the laboratory door, and spoke.
"You're here? I was just about to come find you. That piece of fabric... where exactly did you get it?"
"I got it from the relevant authorities. It involves state secrets, so I'll tell you after the confidentiality period expires." Without answering Yang Xu's question, Lu Zhou placed the report on the table. "Is there any way to make this?"
Having heard "state secrets" countless times before, Yang Xu made a helpless expression and stopped asking. As he returned the test tube in his hand to its rack, he said, "Do you mean laboratory preparation or industrial production?"
Lu Zhou said, "Both."
After pondering for a moment, Yang Xu said seriously, "I can make it right now in the laboratory, but industrial production... that may be rather difficult."
Lu Zhou immediately asked, "Compared with SG-1 superconducting material?"
Yang Xu gave a wry smile. "The difficulty of industrial production for the two isn't even on the same level."
Hearing that, Lu Zhou's expression turned grave.
Just as he had suspected, this stuff would not be easy to produce.
Because Yang Xu spent so much time in the laboratory, his practical experimental ability was still somewhat stronger than Lu Zhou's, who was better at theoretical research.
If Yang Xu said so, then it was probably true.
"Anyway, let's establish a project for this material first. No matter how difficult it is, we'll try to solve it... Oh, right, there's something else I need to ask you."
Yang Xu said, "What is it?"
Lu Zhou thought for a moment before speaking.