94: From Technological Warfare to Space Empire

As Lin Yu spoke, the magnetic separator in the workshop continued to operate at high speed.

After being crushed by the crusher, the steel slag is fed into the magnetic separation chamber. The silvery-white titanium dioxide powder and the orange-yellow vanadium pentoxide particles fall from different discharge ports and accumulate into two small hills.

Besides these two discharge ports, there was another discharge port that remained completely still.

Zhao Mingli asked curiously what it was.

Just as Zhao Mingli finished asking the question, a small amount of light blue powder, which looked out of place in the yellow, white, and black workshop, dribbled out of his mouth.

Lin Yu pointed to the light blue powder and said the most shocking thing in the most casual tone.

"Oh, and by the way, he also mentioned neodymium oxide, a good thing for using rare earth elements in permanent magnets."

Zhou Dakun had no idea what neodymium was, but when he saw Zhao Mingli tremble, he walked step by step to the discharge port, his hands shaking as he picked up the pale blue powder.

When Zhao Mingli looked up again, his eyes had completely changed as he looked at Lin Yu.

Who the hell let their money tree escape without being watched?

His voice became somewhat hoarse.

"Director Lin, what kind of technology is this?"

Lin Yu was waiting for Zhao Mingli to ask.

He wanted to put these cutting-edge scientific and technological theories into words by repeating what others had said.

This established his status as a theoretical physics genius.

When the time comes, no one will be able to explain the secondhand information that Sergei and his group obtain through private inquiries.

However, he couldn't bring up the matter of asking Lin Yu about it in private.

They can only rely on those specious guesses to make calculations and raise their evaluation of him.

It's like someone who's stubborn to the point of being stuck in two directions.

Lin Yu thought about the new future theory he had learned last night and thoughtfully handed a notebook to Zhao Mingli.

"I'm telling you to remember it, because I'm afraid you won't be able to."

Zhao Mingli took the notebook and nodded frantically.

Then Lin Yu spoke.

"Director Zhao, are you familiar with the model of the interaction between electron spin and magnetic field in quantum mechanics?"

"I borrowed that idea and established a response model for metal oxides under an applied alternating magnetic field."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Mingli was dumbfounded. It involved theoretical physics, which he couldn't understand at all. He quickly gestured for Lin Yu to speak slowly so that he could write it down first.

Lin Yu paused, then dropped a bombshell in a calm tone:

"Don't overcomplicate it. The principle is actually very simple: an alternating magnetic field will cause the electron cloud to oscillate. When the frequency matches the electron transition energy level of a specific element, a magnetic moment with enhanced resonance will be formed. We have just found that resonance point."

This was far beyond Zhao Mingli's knowledge base.

Zhou Dakun, standing to the side, couldn't understand at all and could only pretend to understand while staring blankly.

He screamed internally—What? What? What?

What the hell is that saying?

Zhao Mingli frantically searched through his knowledge base.

Electron transition? Resonance enhancement?

This seems to fall under the category of solid-state physics.

He asked with difficulty.

"Do you have any physics experts?"

Seeing that his straight man was so responsive, Lin Yu smiled shyly.

"What kind of expert?"

"I am the expert."

"I minored in physics during my undergraduate studies, and these ideas came to me while reading books."

"An article on the magneto-optical effect of rare earth elements published in a Physics Letters journal in the United States last year inspired me."

The citation is authentic, but that article won't be available for another two years, and it has absolutely nothing to do with steel slag extraction.

Lin Yu was betting that communication was inadequate in this era, and neither the two people in front of him nor Sergei and his group would care if they couldn't find the small articles in the publications.

This is normal.

As expected, Zhao Mingli fell silent upon hearing this; he couldn't bring himself to question a field completely unfamiliar to him.

Lin Yu then explained the paramagnetism of metals.

The theory of paramagnetic coefficients, which involves adjusting the frequency of the magnetic field to induce resonance in target metal atoms, will be explained in detail.

This explanation deliberately referenced the Soviet journal *Metallurgical Physics*.

Lin Yu continued lying without changing his expression, casually pulling a yellowed Russian journal from the nearby file shelf and turning to a page.

Several paragraphs of text are circled in red above.

"You see, Soviet experts made a similar conjecture back in 1989; we just put it into practice."

While Zhao Mingli and Zhou Dakun's attention was still on the rare earth metals, he casually flipped through the journal and then put it back in.

After all, this was just a collection of poems left behind when the Soviet Union came to help with the construction. Some of the older workers could understand it, so they put it here as decoration.

The two spent a full two hours in the workshop. Lin Yu answered all their questions fluently, explaining every detail, from theory to practice, from equipment to parameters, leaving no stone unturned.

Aside from theories that are difficult to pinpoint, the blame was placed on the United States.

The rest all had Russian sources.

Two hours later, the two inspectors were completely dumbfounded.

As he was leaving, Zhao Mingli held Lin Yu's hand.

He was completely convinced of Lin Yu's skill level.

"Director Lin, your technology is amazing! I will report to the head office as soon as I get back, and I hope to promote in-depth cooperation between the head office and your factory."

"This technology should be promoted throughout the entire industry!"

Zhou Dakun also sighed, wanting to say something, but he couldn't utter a single word. He didn't understand theoretical physics at all.

In the end, he only said, "Me too."

He saw the two off and watched their car drive away from the factory area.

Lin Yu's smile slowly faded as he turned and returned to the workshop.

He leaned back in his chair, spread his legs wide, and let out a long sigh of relief.

This deception was also a significant drain on him.

Zhang Guoqiang came over and gave him a thumbs up.

"Comrade Lin, your ability to deceive people is truly amazing. That so-called paramagnetic heterogeneous resonance, I'm completely confused by it."

Lin Yu rolled his eyes at Zhang Guoqiang and told the truth.

"I'm relieved to see that you believed I was bluffing."

Lin Yu blinked:

"Actually, it's all true."

"It just has nothing to do with the methods we actually use."

"They believe it because they don't understand."

"But similarly, if someone doesn't believe it, it's because they don't understand."

Sometimes, you don't need to lie to deceive others; you just need to selectively present what you've said.

"They're all our own people, I would never harm my fellow countrymen."

"If they really put their minds to ascetic practice."

"If we continue along this path, we might be able to produce an extraordinary product in ten or twenty years."

After the visitors left, the multi-band dynamic magnetic field generators on the modified magnetic separators in the workshop worked quietly, waiting for the next group of visitors.

Inside its control box, a small motor drives gears to rotate, causing indicator lights to flash rhythmically.

The only real function of this machine is to emit light.

Lin Yu had rested enough, so he straightened up and continued to refine his deception plan.

Waiting for the next wave of people to arrive.

This half-real, half-fake technology output was then repeated countless times.

The entire academic community in Beijing had heard that the Red Star No. 2 Factory had developed a cutting-edge new theory in materials physics.

Until the fifteenth day of the first lunar month in 1994, February 24th.

In Harbin, thousands of miles away, an international train is slowly pulling into the station.

A group of gray-haired Soviet experts on the train gazed out the window at the winter scenery of northern China, their expressions varied.

Academician Sergei Ivanovich, who was at the head of the group, straightened his suit and tie.

Say to your companion in Russian:

"Ready, comrades."

"This time, we may have really found a way to bury Chernobyl completely."