Lazy God Possession

Neatly arranged twenty-four processed cylindrical magnetic fluid propulsion equipment is placed on the deck, but the place where the electromagnetic coil is located is empty. Before combining these ducts, we have to face the ultimate universe-level Difficulties, high temperature superconductors. [..]

Feng Tianyou, Lu Yeqian, Zhou Yang, and others looked at the existing technical data and wanted to find a suitable technical solution. Zhou Yang has entered the petrochemical state. Are all these technologies available today? This is the technology for the next few hundred years!

Did this lazy **** technology rob the alien spaceship?

"Welcome to join, brother." Lu Yeqian and Zhou Yang shook hands. "What you see today, if you dare to divulge it, you are finished."

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

Nan Ming came back with his hands behind him, looked at the round tubes curiously, and asked everyone cheerfully, "How is it going?"

Nanming is in a good mood, because the Italian old man Marcello has become one of the chefs on board, and the Filipino chef who roasted r pigs has a few days of recipes, Nanming likes it.

Muller followed behind Nan Ming with a smile, Yang Ji was black with his face behind, and he did all the dirty work. The benefits were all for the old fox. He had a deep sense of crisis.

Didn't you say you want me to be black? Who the **** is it?

This old fox resorted!

However, I have to admire that this guy is really a good housekeeper. Since he started to manage things, Nan Ming's mood has really improved a lot.

What's more, one of the most significant benefits is that Nanming's energy has skyrocketed!

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

He wasn't afraid of the dirty work, and he was doing it.

And the old man was in front of Nanming. It was decent, acting as a servant, and being polite to everyone, at this time he was holding a tray. Give everyone a fresh green mango smoothie. This is Nanming's favorite drink and it tastes great.

The old fox opened his mouth and closed his mouth: "Please use it, sir, it is my pleasure to serve you. Sir!"

Low-key and humble, but Yang Ji clearly saw that when Barton and Huo j took the smoothie from him, they almost shook into a sieve.

It was this guy who framed them that they faced the dilemma of feeding sharks!

Feng Tianyou and others did not know the true face of this guy, and smiled and said thank you before answering Nan Ming's question.

"It's impossible to talk about progress, President Nan, the superconductivity problem cannot be solved." Feng Tianyou sighed.

"Superconducting?" Nan Ming raised his eyebrows and seemed to think of something.

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Get up in the morning. Qing Zhongyang habitually sorted out Feng Ji buckle in the mirror, and then he found that there were several blisters in the corner of his mouth, and he could not help but tingle with a grin.

Pharyngeal spitting, a sour taste of the stomach, these days anxious to get angry, irregular schedules, old stomach problems again, and pumping in the middle of the night.

Qingzhong Yang is actually not that kind of particularly serious leader. But he hasn't smiled for days.

Eagle sauce's warships are flaunting power in the South China Sea. This year, there have been several joint military exercises with different countries. It is self-evident who the gun is.

A powerful aircraft carrier formation for Eagle Sauce. If it weren't for the hundreds of missile-intensive attacks that could deter them, it would seem that there are only ultra-quiet, extremely fast new-type magnetic fluid propulsion nuclear submarines.

Domestic military reforms have begun gradually, the integration of services has become closer, and how to build a new army. How to integrate, everyone is touching the stones to cross the river, and they all want to have a good news to boost the army's heart.

In the next naval military exercise in April, many people in the military wanted to see if this new technology was feasible.

To this end, Qingzhong Yang spent three days in the Seventh Institute, and nothing happened blocked the deputy director in charge of magnetic fluid propulsion technology. The deputy director saw them all snoring: "Heads, this is not per mu. Twenty-eight thousand, just move your lips! "

Qingzhong Yang didn't listen, he stayed here. He was here, and some senior officials of Beichuan had to accompany them. They were also busy, and they desperately researched? Ahref = \ "\"> Cough Bao Skull Shuo Qiu rank towering stop window 锩 Α? Br />

The deputy director scolded his mother behind her: "Nima urges, urges the ghost!"

In fact, Qingzhong Yang has heard it. He also knows that these front-line researchers are very hard and emotional, but time is not waiting!

Sometimes Qingzhong Yang said to Lao Chu: "If Xiao Ming is here ..."

"Small wind is good ..." Lao Chu sighed.

The man who is a lazy technology, working on Tereso, Feng Tianyou gave him a pile 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. Beichuan cannot share it with others ..." Chu Chunkui shook his head.

The two stuffed two buns in the cafeteria and hurried to the laboratory. The deputy director was wearing a black eye and holding a y nitrogen canister to inject y nitrogen into the experimental equipment. They both cried when they saw: I said, two heads, can you give me some way to live? I wrote all my testament last night, * dead, who do you want to find and who to do it! "

"Don't worry about us, we're here to help ..." Chu Chunkui couldn't hold his face, and switched the subject: "What are you doing?"

"Add y nitrogen to the superconducting coil." The director sighed. "The boys were busy at three o'clock last night and let them sleep for a while. I will prepare for myself ..."

"We're here to help, too." Qing Zhongyang rolled his sleeves and took a hand, and the director rushed to the side. "Don't, this thing is dangerous."

While adding y nitrogen, the deputy director talked about the difficulties facing superconductors, just like Xianglin.

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

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

195 degrees below zero, this temperature can freeze the human body into dregs. Somewhat hot!

At this "high temperature", there are only a few high-temperature superconductors that can work. The most famous of these is called yttrium-barium-copper-oxygen. 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, during operation, it must be constantly cooled with y nitrogen.

The price of y-nitrogen is not a problem, it is all thirsty now, but if a submarine carries so much y-nitrogen, then nothing else.

"I don't care if I can carry anything else ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ I just want to build a moving submarine and let it run and see if it can invade the carrier's defense circle!" Qingzhong Yang said.

"Even so, it would take me two or three years ... no ... three or five years!" The Deputy Director wished to pierce his head into nitrogen to cool it down.

Just then, Lao Chu's phone rang. He picked it up and listened to him, and handed it to Qingzhong Yang: "I'm looking for you."

"... Chief, I'm Shi Buqing, the captain of a certain ship. According to the order, my ship is monitoring the Silencer with radar near the South China Sea border. It's not quite right ..."

"What's wrong?" Qing Yiyang said.

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

ps: I wrote this chapter. I was thinking about it, but I couldn't help it ...

Let's count the votes and let Uncle Ha fly too ~

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