Chapter 1417 - 1417: Equipment Delivered

"Mr. Xiao, regarding scientific research, it's not just about investing money to solve problems."

"Not to be pessimistic, but let's not discuss whether Mr. Xiao has enough financial resources to support his vision.

Even if possible, relying solely on us and the current equipment we have, it's just wishful thinking."

"To use Rupert's Tear as a raw material and make it into wearable clothing... tsk tsk, that's tough."

In the living room, experts continued to voice their doubts, and those who hadn't spoken also nodded in agreement.

Xiao Feng remained silent, cast his phone screen onto the wall-mounted TV, and said, "Let me play a video first, and let's talk after you watch it."

Upon hearing this, everyone turned their eyes to the television, curious about what video Xiao Feng intended to show.

Soon, the video was played.

First came a blaring suona sound, followed by a song: "My hometown is here, I was born and raised in this place..."

"..."

The experts stared at each other, dumbfounded, almost petrified.

Xiao Feng was equally surprised, then rubbed his nose and awkwardly said, "Ahem, wrong video, please hold on."

After fiddling with his phone for a moment, a new video appeared on the TV screen.

This time, a video without background music appeared.

In the footage, a human-shaped silhouette slowly formed, and then that featureless silhouette spread both arms open.

Moments later, a garment-like item adhered to the shape.

The garment was covered with densely packed indentations, as if waiting for something to fill them.

Sure enough, just as everyone had this thought, countless objects shaped like tadpoles embedded themselves into the garment, resembling a porcupine.

Those countless tadpole-shaped objects looked unmistakably like Rupert's Tear.

"Bang!"

The gunshot sound suddenly echoed.

The experts, taken by surprise, shivered in unison.

Even Xiao Feng couldn't help but flinch.

After all, there had been no sound beforehand, and it was natural to be startled by the sudden noise.

Looking back at the video, a bullet struck the garment.

The impact site slightly indented inward, then returned to its original state.

Inside, countless spherical items squeezed, merged, and dispersed at the tail end of Rupert's Tear, appearing to help distribute the pressure.

The video concluded, and Xiao Feng withdrew his phone.

This purely computer-rendered and post-processed video was created by Lu Yao.

Of course, the foundation was based on Xiao Feng's oral description.

Evaluating this video alone, it was full of techno vibes, and also... a bit alarming.

"This is my concept, focusing on the container holding Rupert's Tear, so that it won't shatter upon bullet impact," Xiao Feng said.

The experts exchanged glances, then began whispering among themselves.

After a pause, an expert who exuded authority spoke, "I must admit, Mr. Xiao's idea is indeed intriguing.

However, what material can have an extremely high dispersion force, and can this material be made into a prototype for clothes? These still need research and discussion.

Still, it's crucial to say upfront, even if the idea is sound, making it a reality is fraught with challenges..."

The implication being, don't hold out too much hope.

Xiao Feng sighed, "You all came a long way, and though I didn't want to say much, I've thought it over and feel it's necessary."

"Mr. Xiao, feel free to speak."

"Whether a task succeeds or not, at least the attitude should be upright.

If approached with positivity, resilience, and a winning belief, then there's more than half a chance to succeed.

If one thinks it's impossible before even starting, the result is most likely truly impossible.

Everyone, I'm not asking you to make an atomic bomb; just apply your knowledge to help make this happen.

Should it succeed, applying for a patent in the future counts as an honor, a contribution in your respective fields.

Moreover, I'm funding this; what's there to worry about?"

The last remark triggered laughter among many.

Two expert team leaders discussed briefly and then agreed to give their full effort.

Just then, Old Ha stepped in with a bowl of hot soup noodles, warmly smiling, "Arrival dumplings, departure noodles; everyone, have some noodle soup, so you can get a good sleep before talking further."

As he spoke, Martial Monks carried large soup bowls and small cups inside.

The experts symbolically declined a few times, then began to dig in enthusiastically.

After finishing the noodles, everyone retired to their rooms.

Xiao Feng sat on the sofa, his expression was hard to decipher, whether good or bad.

"Boss, you should rest too," Old Ha said beside him.

"You sleep first," Xiao Feng waved, letting out a long sigh.

Of course, Old Ha wouldn't leave at this moment; instead, he sat next to him, poured a cup of tea for his boss, and asked, "Boss, do you think these people are reliable?"

"Whether reliable or not, at this moment, we have to rely on them. I can't change how they think, so I can only strive to influence them."

"True," Old Ha lamented, "Just like human nature, easy to change but hard to alter; change is impossible, at most they can be influenced by surroundings and people."

Xiao Feng shook his head, ending the topic, "Old Ha, starting tomorrow, you will be responsible for coordinating with them, hastily acquiring whatever is needed.

If something's tough to obtain quickly, just inform me, I'll figure out a way.

Even if it's futile, it is necessary to try."

"Okay," Old Ha responded, glanced at his boss, and turned to his dorm.

...

Early the next day, as dawn broke, Xiao Feng received a call from Fast Blade King.

The call's content, naturally, was about the arrival of equipment, instructing him to send someone to check it.

Xiao Feng quickly dressed, gathered the container truck driver, and headed to the villa where Xue Nuofu and others were.

Upon arriving at the villa's front, he happened to meet Martial Monks who were jogging.

Xiao Feng immediately called the crowd to assist in unloading, then moved the equipment into the basement.

In the basement, Old Ha and his team installed several lamps on the ceiling overnight.

Due to constraints, the basement remained dim even during the day.

Other aspects could be frugal, but lighting couldn't be compromised.

"Boss, all the equipment's been moved in; shall we wake up those experts?" Old Ha asked.

Xiao Feng checked the time; it was three fifty-seven.

He pondered for a moment and nodded, "Wake them up."