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"The core of Mr. Charona's plan is the so-called three-layer composite texture, which sounds reasonable, but has a fatal physical flaw."

He opened the report and pointed to one set of data.

"The first problem is the alloy formula. Mr. Charona's formula is copper, tin, and lead. This ratio of alloy is indeed harder than pure copper and is theoretically more suitable for carrying fine patterns, but he overlooked a key issue."

Before the age of 13, Su Zhou never imagined that one day she would be speaking in the British Parliament.

Life is full of surprises.

"Copper and tin can be fused together very well to form a hard and tough alloy, but lead..."

"It's like pouring water into a pot of rendered lard; the water won't dissolve into the oil. Lead is the same in molten copper-tin alloy. It won't truly fuse with the copper and tin; instead, it will exist as tiny lead beads, distributed separately within the metal."

"So what?" one of the councilors frowned.

"That's the problem. These small lead beads don't bond firmly to the surrounding metal. The trouble starts when the coins are cast and then the patterns are pressed out with a hammer or spiral stamping machine!"

"Those soft lead beads will be flattened and stretched, forming invisible cracks inside the coin. At first, it's fine, but as the coins clink and rattle in people's pockets and purses over time..."

Su Zhou made a splitting gesture: "Snap! The coin will crack from the hidden cracks formed by those lead beads. At that point, what the people are holding will not be a coin, but a pile of fragments."

"To be honest, this thing looks more like counterfeit money."

An incredible sound emanated from the surroundings.

The red-nosed, chubby councilman couldn't help but ask, "How do you know all this so clearly?"

Su Zhou smiled confidently and said, "In our East, teachers all teach this."

In 1697 England, these gentlemen sitting in Westminster Palace, despite their noble titles or Oxford and Cambridge degrees, were, in reality, complete science illiterate.

You have to understand what kind of stuff the elite British education system taught in this era.

Latin, Greek, theology, classical rhetoric.

These members of parliament could recite Cicero's speeches fluently in Latin, argue for three days and three nights over a single line of scripture, and even write two perfectly rhyming sonnets.

But! If you ask them what happens inside the metal when they're forging it?

I'm sorry, but in their eyes, that's a blacksmith's inferior skill.

As for physical laws, chemical molecules, and metallurgical principles?

In an era when the Royal Society was still in its infancy and chemistry and alchemy were not yet fully separated, this knowledge was no different to them from the black magic performed by street wizards.

Apart from a very few geniuses like Newton who were at the forefront of human intelligence, the scientific foundation of the entire London elite class was basically negligible.

Faced with Su Zhou's easy-to-understand explanation, these politicians, who were usually high and mighty, collectively had their brains overheat.

Looking at the councilors' clear, foolish eyes, as if they were listening to gibberish, Su Zhou deeply understood the importance of modern compulsory education.

What is a "nine-leaky fish"?

This is!

"Furthermore, Mr. Newton had already considered the plan that Mr. Charona mentioned."

"And it wasn't just a thought; Mr. Newton actually conducted experiments on it."

Charona's eyelid twitched.

Without waiting for the congressman to summon him, Newton stood up and waved to his assistant.

The assistant, carrying a brown leather box, walked with Newton to the front of the parliamentary seats.

Newton opened the box.

There were twelve coins lying inside.

Or rather, it was originally supposed to be a coin.

The red-nosed, chubby senator leaned closer for a look, and his expression immediately changed: "This is..."

"These are experimental samples pressed at standard casting temperatures according to different ratios of copper, tin, and lead."

"As you can see, they are all cracked, without exception."

The twelve pieces had cracks of varying shapes; some burst open from the edge, some broke in half from the center, and one piece was the most badly damaged, almost shattered into four pieces, like a cookie that had been stepped on.

Newton picked up one of the most complete failed samples with a look of disgust and placed it next to the candlestick, making the cracks clearly visible to everyone.

"See this? Once subjected to stamping, cracks form. Mr. Charona's three-layer pattern couldn't even retain the first layer completely."

The tall congressman, who hadn't spoken much until now, said uncertainly, "Mr. Newton, do you mean... that you've already... accepted Mr. Charoner's proposal today?"

"It's been tested, it won't work." Newton threw the failed experiment back into the box.

The red-nosed, chubby senator stopped writing with his quill. He looked down at the two lines he had just jotted down, paused, and quietly turned the notebook to the next page.

The chairman cleared his throat: "Mr. Newton, I must ask you, how did you come up with this plan?"

"Actually, it was Mr. Su who reminded me."

"We came up with some solutions and tried them all, but unfortunately they all failed."

"That……"

The tall congressman slowly leaned back in his chair: "The cost of trial and error for the new plan is not low."

"If the Royal Mint already has such ample technical reserves, it seems... there is no need for the committee to introduce any additional new solutions."

He didn't look at Charonna when he said this.

But everyone understood what he was saying.

Charona sat there, a look of hatred on his face.

But he quickly suppressed that expression and put on his usual calm demeanor, as if he had seen it all before.

He mentally reviewed the entire situation of the day.

What was he originally planning to do?

First, present the proposed coinage improvement plan and wait for the committee's approval. Then, using this as a pretext, lead people into the Royal Mint under the guise of a live demonstration to understand the operating parameters of the steam-powered spiral stamping machine and the specific technology behind the new anti-counterfeiting mark that Newton has been working on.

Only by understanding the process can one imitate it and then counter it.

He had been planning this step for nearly two months.

As a result, Su Zhou and Newton joined forces and completely blocked his path.

But surely Newton didn't think that this was all he had prepared?

He raised his head again, looked at the chairman, and said sincerely, "Mr. Chairman, I have a proposal."

The chairman looked up.

Charona turned to Su Zhou and smiled: "Since Mr. Su has demonstrated such outstanding skills and judgment, I believe that Mr. Su is currently the most suitable candidate for the position of Superintendent of the Royal Mint, and I am willing to formally recommend him to the committee."

Someone in the gallery gasped.

Su Zhou felt a chill run down his spine for a moment.

Not because I'm happy, quite the opposite.

Charona recommended him?

At today's hearing, this person was first accused of treason, then the plan was exposed on the spot, and then... he was recommended?

There is no one in the world who is so magnanimous.

There are only such patient and ruthless bad people in the world.

But the members of parliament present wouldn't have thought of that.

"Mr. Charona's move is truly remarkable," the red-nosed, chubby senator nodded with admiration.

"Mr. Su's data visualizations are truly captivating, not to mention his understanding of the minting formula. These skills are undoubtedly a powerful remedy for the mint's current chaotic accounts and frequent counterfeiting cases!"

Another member of parliament took the call, his tone clearly appreciative: "Mr. Sue is indeed deserving of the title. Mr. Charonnay, the committee is deeply impressed by your magnanimity today. It reminds me of when you were the first to stand up and report the counterfeit banknotes when the Bank of England issued its first batch of banknotes. People who can do these two things are truly of extraordinary character."

Charona bowed slightly, adopting a humble posture.

The chairman tapped the gavel and said, "The committee will vote on Mr. Su Zhou's appointment as Superintendent of the Royal Mint."

The gavel fell.

The result is no suspense.

Su Zhou stood there, her first reaction was bewilderment.

This 13-year-old modern man, who was in junior high school before, is now sitting in Westminster Palace in 1697, appointed by a group of British nobles as the supervisor of the Royal Mint!

He seems to have really fooled those British guys.

Seeing that Su Zhou didn't speak, Newton said in a low voice, "Congratulations, Su."

"Your performance today makes you qualified for the position of supervisor."

"To be honest, I never expected that you would be able to handle Charona's accusations so well. Indeed, Easterners are very mysterious."

Very well, that's how stereotypes about East Asians are established.

In the Palace of Westminster in 1697, maintaining the persona of a mysterious and enigmatic Eastern genius was clearly far more useful than explaining that one had received a compulsory education.

"Mr. Newton, what exactly does a supervisor do?" Su Zhou is like a clueless office worker now; he's already received an offer, but he doesn't even know what he's supposed to do.

"The Ombudsman is the supervisor of the Great Reminting Project. Because a large number of silver coins in the British market are being cut and counterfeited, the country is recalling old coins and melting them down to mint new ones. As the Ombudsman, millions of silver coins across the UK will pass through your eyes."

"The job is not easy, but the salary is not low. The statutory salary for the Overseer of the Royal Mint is four hundred pounds a year."

Four hundred pounds?

In 1697 England, an average skilled craftsman would earn about £20 to £30 after a year of hard work.

He actually managed to get four hundred pounds!

At that time, the pound sterling was a paper unit, with approximately 21 shillings equaling 1.05 pounds.

According to the official conversion tool of the British National Archives, 1 pound in the 17th century had a purchasing power of approximately 155 pounds today.

If we convert 400 pounds in the 17th century, wouldn't that be equivalent to hundreds of thousands of yuan in China today?

hum!

Su Zhou felt something buzzing in her head.

Who would have thought that he would be earning a high salary in 17th-century London!

Who would believe that if I told them!

However, this intense pleasure only lingered in Su Zhou's mind for a few seconds.

Newton's voice turned cold: "But that viper Charona didn't put you in this position to give you money."