The three of them had no idea Winterfall was coming, nor had they noticed that Ji Ting had arrived. They were still using their last few minutes to digest what they had stolen.
"All we have right now is this one three-dimensional scan, and it's only of a single combustion unit. I ran an instrument simulation ten minutes ago, and this wave-speed curve has clearly exceeded the theoretical limit."
Lü Xin dismissed his unease. "When has developing new technology ever not involved breaking existing limits? Besides, as long as this method actually improves combustion efficiency, it'll solve our current problem."
The man in the brown sweater frowned anxiously. "But we can't even construct a topological model for this theory. What if something happens during actual operation..."
"Ji Ting is nothing but a bluffing fraud. Do you seriously think his work is usable?" The man in the black top scoffed. "We're just borrowing it to get through this emergency. Even if problems crop up during actual operation later, failure is perfectly normal."
The man in the brown sweater started to speak, then stopped. In the end, he could only swallow his words.
Watching the three whisper among themselves, Ji Yanzhi squeezed Ji Ting's hand beneath the table. "Let me handle this. You..."
Before he could finish, Ji Ting shook his head, expressionless. "No rush. Let's hear what they have to say first."
Ji Ting rarely experienced emotional fluctuations, so his expression was usually mild, but never cold. Yet as Ji Yanzhi studied his face now, he could clearly tell that Ji Ear was genuinely angry this time.
He turned toward Director Chang on his other side and lowered his voice. "Uncle Chang, could you please get me the résumés of those three?"
"No problem. I'll send them to you later."
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