You're already divorced, why are you so anxious about him becoming a succubus?

Outside Jiangcheng International Airport, a cold wind blows.

Lu Ci put his baseball cap and mask back on, covering his face completely, and stood side by side with Lin Wan in the taxi waiting area by the roadside.

He has already booked a flight to Hengdian tonight at 10 p.m.

Since it was still early, Lu Ci planned to go back to the villa to get a few sets of clothes.

When he went to Hengdian, he thought he would only need three to five days to finish filming. But by chance, he became the male lead.

After all this back and forth, the subsequent filming is estimated to take another two months.

A taxi stopped in front of the two of them.

Just as Lu Ci was about to open the car door, he caught a glimpse of a figure jogging unsteadily from not far away.

He was an elderly man with gray hair who looked to be in his sixties.

He was wearing a khaki trench coat, a pair of reading glasses perched on his nose, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder, and a stack of papers clutched tightly in his hand.

Seeing the old man panting and looking anxious, Lin Wan gently tugged at Lu Ci's sleeve and whispered, "Lu Ci, the old man seems quite anxious. Why don't we... let him take this bus first? We're not in a hurry, we can wait a little longer."

"Okay, whatever you say." Lu Ci nodded, released his grip on the car door handle, and took a step back.

Seeing this, the old man nodded gratefully to the two of them and was about to reach for the car door.

But just then, due to the violent jolting while running, the shoulder strap of the heavy luggage bag on his shoulder suddenly slipped off and crashed heavily to the ground with a "bang".

The old man stumbled from the sudden weight, and his hand slipped, causing the thick stack of documents to fall to the ground.

As the cold wind blew, the A4 paper was scattered everywhere, flying all over the road.

"oops!"

The old man panicked and quickly bent down, frantically trying to grab the papers that had been blown away by the wind.

Lu Ci bent down and picked up a few sheets of paper that had been blown by the wind. Lin Wan also quickly ran over to help pick up the documents that were in the distance.

As Lu Ci sorted through the papers, his gaze swept over their contents.

The paper was covered with complex formulas, material lattice diagrams, and a large amount of experimental data.

If it were Lu Ci two hours ago, looking at these symbols that seemed like gibberish, he would have been completely baffled.

However, at this moment, the instant his gaze fell upon those formulas, knowledge from the "General Principles of Physics" came to mind.

With just a few casual glances, the complex data became simple in his eyes.

Lu Ci understood the general content of these documents. It was a research report on cutting-edge preparation technology of "carbon nanotubes", and the core of the argument on these few sheets of paper was the "magnetic confinement preparation method".

As Lu Ci looked at the experimental process recorded above, his mind began to wander.

At this moment, the entry "Civilization Prophet" touched upon that 50% probability, and some more information appeared in his mind.

"Thank you so much, you've really gone to so much trouble."

The old man rushed over in a panic, his voice full of gratitude.

Lin Wan neatly arranged the stack of papers she had picked up and handed them over with a smile: "It's alright, Grandpa. It's windy, so please hold on tight and don't let it blow away again."

"Okay, okay!" The old man's reading glasses had slipped down to just below his nose. He adjusted the frames with the back of his hand, and with a broad smile, he reached out to take them. "Thank you, young lady, thank you..."

As he spoke, the old man turned his gaze to the side. He noticed that the young man next to him, wearing a mask and hat, did not hand him the paper; instead, he was staring intently at the contents of the document, seemingly mesmerized.

The old man looked puzzled, then smiled and asked, "Young man?"

Lu Ci then came to his senses, handed the few sheets of paper back to the old man, and casually said:

"Your report...is it about using 'magnetic confinement' to prepare carbon nanotubes?"

Upon hearing this, the old man paused in his hand as he reached for the document.

He suddenly raised his head, looked at Lu Ci through his thick reading glasses, and his previously cloudy eyes instantly brightened:

"Young man...you're studying materials physics?!"

Lu Ci nodded and said, "I understand a little."

Hearing this, the old man felt as if he had found a kindred spirit in the vast sea of ​​people.

Perhaps driven by a scholar's passion for scholarship, he began to speak at length, then let out a long sigh:

"Sigh... this path is not feasible. My research direction is to achieve 'industrial-grade mass production' of carbon nanotubes."

However, the magnetic confinement method can only slightly adjust and improve the purity of materials in the laboratory, and it is impossible to rely on it for large-scale mass production.

It seems all the hard work of the past few years has to be scrapped and started all over again…

Seeing the old man's forlorn look, Lu Ci hesitated for a moment before saying, "Sir, the general direction of your path is correct."

The old man was taken aback.

"The reason why mass production is not possible is not because the theory of magnetic confinement is flawed, but because in experiments, it is impossible to determine exactly how strong the magnetic field, how large the temperature gradient, and what the threshold of the plasma flow rate are."

The old man looked somewhat surprised upon hearing Lu Ci's words.

When Lu Ci just mentioned his research direction, he subconsciously thought that this young man might be a graduate student majoring in materials science at one of the top universities in China.

But Lu Ci's words just now left him somewhat disappointed.

The young man is right; these data are indeed the main reason why the experiment failed.

However, this is a problem that no one in the world can solve. Every tiny data adjustment requires expensive trial and error.

This young man didn't even use the word "maybe," yet he dared to say with such certainty that "this path is the right one"?

You're still too young.

The old man shook his head inwardly, labeling Lu Ci as someone who "lacks a rigorous scientific attitude" and "is just a theorist who only talks the talk."

My initial interest in academic exchange was instantly extinguished.

Lu Ci noticed the hint of disappointment in the old man's expression, but he didn't say anything to argue.

He turned to Lin Wan, who was listening with a bewildered expression, and asked, "Wan'er, do you have paper and a pen with you?"

"Oh? I brought it!"

Although Lin Wan couldn't understand what the two were saying in their "gibberish," she quickly pulled out a beautiful notebook from her small handbag, with a ballpoint pen clipped to it.

Lu Ci took the paper and pen, turned to the last page of the notebook, and quickly wrote down a series of complex physics formulas that looked like scribbles, along with several parameters.

Lu Ci tore off that page, handed it to the old man, and said calmly:

"You can try these parameters and see if you can achieve mass production."

The old man took the paper with suspicion and glanced at it.

The old man frowned as he looked at the data and formulas above.

Putting everything else aside, these formulas and parameters are written in a very detailed and coherent manner.

But how could he possibly believe it?!

A problem that has plagued the world's top materials scientists, a parameter that requires countless experiments to figure out, was casually written down by this young man on the street?!

If science could be done like this, then all the laboratories in the world might as well close down!

However, considering that the other person had kindly helped him pick up the documents, the old man felt embarrassed to refuse.

He nodded somewhat perfunctorily and stuffed the paper haphazardly into his pocket.

"Alright, young man, I'm in a hurry, I'll be going now."

The old man waved, opened the taxi door, got in, and the car sped away.

……

A dozen minutes later, in the back seat of another taxi.

Lin Wan, like a curious child, tilted her head to look at Lu Ci, firing off questions like a machine gun:

"What were you talking about with that old man? What was that about magnetism?"

What exactly are carbon nanotubes? Didn't you study management in college?

Lu Ci glanced at her and casually made up a story:

"I'm quite interested in these things, and I've looked into them online. As for carbon nanotubes... well... let me put it this way."

Lu Ci thought for a moment and explained in the simplest way: "You've seen the 'space elevator' in science fiction movies, right? It's the kind of elevator that goes directly from Earth to outer space."

Ordinary steel cables are definitely not enough to prevent this type of elevator from breaking; carbon nanotubes are widely recognized as the most suitable material.

Although Lin Wan still didn't quite understand the underlying physics, that didn't stop her from thinking that the man in front of her was incredibly powerful.

She nodded thoughtfully, her eyes practically sparkling: "Wow... I didn't completely understand, but it sounded incredibly impressive!"

Lu Ci smiled and didn't offer any further explanation.

Half an hour later, the taxi went to Lin Wan's residential area.

After watching Lin Wan reluctantly go upstairs, the taxi turned around and headed towards Wangjiang Mingyuan.