A live stream of someone hand-making a giant white robot attracted the attention of the government,

Everyone in the auditorium instinctively held their breath.

A scorching heat traveled from his fingertips. Academician Zhang Chengping, however, was completely unaware. He simply used his fingertips to slowly and carefully caress the rough, twisted fracture of the scrap iron, his movements devout and devout, like an archaeologist brushing away the millennia-old dust from a rare national treasure.

David Kensington, who was standing to the side, had already taken action. He opened the silver precision instrument case, took out a handheld portable electromagnetic spectrum analyzer, pointed it at the roaring motor and the thick wires connected to it, and began to scan repeatedly.

hum~

The instrument emitted a faint beep, and on the screen, the complex spectral curves, after fluctuating, quickly stabilized. A line of small, cold green text was clearly displayed in the center of the screen.

"No Abnormal Signal Source Detected."

(No abnormal signal source detected.)

David turned the screen to the miniature camera he wore on his chest, ensuring that the tens of millions of viewers around the world watching the live stream could clearly see the words.

"My God, this means there aren't any hidden wireless power sources nearby!"

"Faraday is turning in his grave!"

In David's live stream, the chat was instantly flooded with comments from experts and engineers from various countries, and the atmosphere became extremely tense.

This result completely shattered half of the "magic" and "sleight of hand" theories that Redon had just stirred up.

Lei Dong's body swayed violently.

Academician Zhang Chengping slowly straightened up. He didn't look at David's instruments, but instead went around to the back of the simple electric motor. Without using any tools, relying only on his eyes, which were covered by reading glasses, he began to examine every interface, every screw, and every exposed coil of the motor.

His movements were extremely slow and meticulous, full of the rigor and stubbornness unique to the older generation of scientific researchers.

Three minutes passed before he stood up straight again, looked around the room, and spoke without a microphone, but his calm voice was enough for the people in the front row to hear him clearly.

"A very ordinary YT series three-phase asynchronous motor with a power of 7.5 kilowatts, the factory number is clearly visible, and there are no signs of modification or addition."

These words have completely extinguished the conspiracy theory that "the battery is hidden inside the motor".

All eyes, inevitably, converged on the center of the stage, on that ugly, twisted piece of "scrap metal" that was the only source of energy.

It is the only mystery in this storm.

Under the spotlight, all the camera lenses were zoomed in to their maximum, aimed at that piece of scrap metal.

Under the watchful eyes of millions, Academician Zhang Chengping put on a pair of thick, insulated gloves again. He bent down and carefully pinched a wire connected to the broken electrode on the scrap metal.

Then, unplug it.

Buzz!

The deafening roar of the motor came to an abrupt halt.

The wildly spinning tire continued to spin for dozens of rounds due to its immense inertia, then gradually slowed down until it finally came to a complete stop, unwilling to give up.

The entire auditorium fell into a deathly silence.

All sound was drained away, leaving only the thunderous heartbeat of each individual.

On Lei Dong's pale face, a glimmer of desperate hope had just appeared because the motor had stopped.

However, the next second, Academician Zhang Chengping plugged the wire back in.

Snapped.

A slight contact sound.

Buzz~ Buzz buzz buzz~!!

The hellish roar returned instantly, without any delay or buffer!

The electric motor that had just stopped roared even more hysterically than before, and the stationary tire instantly transformed back into a black afterimage that devoured light!

"what……"

Someone in the audience let out a short gasp, which they quickly covered up.

This simple act of pulling and inserting contains the most primal and brutal truth. The visual impact it brings is more shocking and more undeniable than any complex data or theory!

This heavy blow struck the hearts of all the doubters.

The last glimmer of hope on Lei Dong's face was instantly shattered, leaving only endless despair.

But it's not over yet.

Academician Zhang Chengping remained expressionless and unplugged the power cord again.

The roar stopped.

He inserted it again.

The roar resumes!

the second time!

Lei Dong swayed again, and his assistant quickly reached out to support him, preventing him from collapsing on the spot.

Academician Zhang Chengping seemed oblivious to the reactions below the stage. He remained silent and, for the third time, unplugged the power cord.

The world fell silent once more.

Then, for the third time, it was inserted back in!

Buzz~ Buzz buzz buzz~!!

The ear-piercing roar descended for the third time!

Every pause gives people hope.

Each restart brings a deeper despair.

This is no longer an examination; this is an execution.

Using the laws of physics, the founder of a business empire was subjected to public, repeated, and cruel execution!

"Thump."

Lei Dong could no longer hold on; his legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground. His eyes were vacant, his mouth slightly open, and he was breathing heavily. Sweat soaked through his expensive custom-made suit, and he looked utterly dejected.

The chief engineer of Tianxing Motors closed his eyes in despair.

Representatives from other car companies nearby, without prior arrangement, quietly moved their chairs further away from the person who had collapsed on the ground.

The test is over.

Academician Zhang Chengping slowly straightened up and took off his gloves. His usually calm and composed face flushed slightly.

He took the microphone from the staff member.

The entire audience, and indeed the whole world, awaited his final verdict.

Bai Che remained leaning against the corner of the stage, watching everything with a completely unmoved expression, even feeling a slight urge to yawn.

It's finally coming to an end; the tea brewed by this temporary CEO must be getting cold.

Academician Zhang held the microphone, his hand trembling slightly, perhaps from excessive excitement. He cleared his throat, and his eyes, which had witnessed countless miracles in physics, now shone with an unprecedented light.

"With my fifty years of scientific research career and my entire reputation as a Chinese scientist, I assure everyone present and the people of the whole country."

His voice, amplified by the speakers, resonated throughout every corner of the auditorium, carrying a powerful and resounding force.

"There's no magic here, no hidden power source, and absolutely no illusions!"

He took a deep breath, turned around, and pointed with his finger at the piece of "scrap metal" that was still making the motor roar wildly.

"This enormous energy driving a 7.5-kilowatt industrial motor is indeed, completely, one hundred percent..."

"...It originated from this piece of metal that was flattened by a hydraulic press!"