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

Qin Bing's question echoed in the empty control center.

Behind her stood an elderly man with gray hair and gold-rimmed glasses. He was Professor Zhou Zhenguo, the chief designer of "Zhurong," a leading figure in the field of nuclear energy. He led a group of engineers, all dressed in white research lab coats, their eyes filled with a sense of scrutiny.

This is the masterpiece they poured their life's blood and sweat into, the heart of this magnificent underground city. What right does a mere youth have to point fingers and tell people what to do?

All eyes were focused on Bai Che.

Bai Che let out a long sigh.

This is a huge problem. I originally just wanted to coast along, get some recognition, and then find a corner to quietly work on my "Ark." Now it seems that unless I take down these arrogant guys in one fell swoop, I'll be stared at like a rare animal every day.

In order to be able to slack off in peace in the future, I have to work overtime today.

He strode forward, ignoring everyone, and walked straight toward the "Zhurong" holographic structure model, which was about half the size of a basketball court and was suspended in the center of the control center.

His movements were slow, and he still had that lazy, sleepy look.

The young engineers behind Professor Zhou Zhenguo already had a disdainful smirk on their lips. Pretending to know everything, what could an amateur who's never even touched a control panel possibly understand?

Bai Che stopped in front of the huge holographic model, not even reaching out to touch the interface. He simply looked up, and for the first time, his usually weary eyes revealed a kind of penetrating luster.

He carefully examined the massive virtual reactor, from its external protective structure to every pipe and every wire inside.

Then he spoke.

"first."

He held up a finger and pointed to a bright blue main circulation pipe in the model.

"The redundancy design of the main cooling cycle system is insufficient. If a pump failure or pipe rupture occurs in loop A, the response time of the solenoid valve switching to the backup loop B theoretically exceeds the safety threshold of 0.3 seconds. This 0.3-second cooling vacuum period is enough for the core temperature to instantly exceed the critical point, causing permanent damage to the fuel rod sleeves."

As soon as he finished speaking, Professor Zhou Zhenguo's face, which had been wearing a reserved smile, froze instantly.

A young engineer behind him instinctively retorted, "Impossible! Our switchover time is less than 0.1 seconds, the fastest in the industry!"

Bai Che didn't even glance at him, and continued speaking in his calm and indifferent tone.

"That's lab data. You didn't calculate the accelerated aging of the electromagnetic valve's insulation material in a high-radiation environment, or the slight delay in the transmission of control signals over extremely long distances. The combined effect is at least 0.3 seconds."

The young engineer's face turned pale instantly.

Professor Zhou Zhenguo's expression also changed slightly. He suddenly pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, as if trying to see more clearly.

Qin Bing's arms, which were crossed in front of her chest, tensed up involuntarily.

"Secondly." Bai Che's finger moved to another part of the model, where there were several huge diesel engine models.

"Your backup generator set has a fatal flaw in its preheating logic. To save energy, you set it to a low-temperature standby mode. However, in the extreme case of a complete power outage at the base, it takes a full forty-two seconds to go from low-temperature startup to full power output. The golden self-rescue time for an emergency shutdown of a nuclear power plant is only thirty seconds."

He paused, then delivered the final blow.

"In other words, if something happens, the only use of these big machines is to provide some lighting for the rescue team when they arrive."

boom!

If the first question merely surprised the experts, the second question was like a bombshell detonating in their minds!

Professor Zhou Zhenguo's breath hitched. He turned to his deputy, who was staring intently at the tablet in his hand, his forehead instantly covered in cold sweat.

Clearly, Bai Che was right.

For the first time, a fine crack appeared on Qin Bing's icy face. She stopped scrutinizing Bai Che and stared intently at the reactor model she had once been so proud of, her mind racing as she reenacted the scenario Bai Che had described.

"Third, your reactor core neutron absorber rods use an electromagnetic suspension system. It saves space, but its reliability is extremely poor. What would happen if a sudden, strong electromagnetic pulse, even just for a fraction of a second, caused the suspension to fail and all the control rods to fall into the reactor core simultaneously? Do I need to explain that to you?"

"Fourth, the fire separation zoning is a disaster. High-voltage cables and cooling pipes are running in the same conduit; are you trying to stage a spectacular display of water and fire merging?"

Fifth, there is a recursive logic trap in the software's emergency shutdown protocol. In the extreme case where a certain sensor continuously reports errors, the program will enter an infinite loop and refuse to execute the shutdown command.

"..."

"Fifteenth, the radiation shielding wall in Zone D is made of lead-boron polyethylene panels, which saves money, but who told you that this stuff can effectively shield fast neutron flows? You're playing with the lives of your operators!"

"sixteenth……"

Bai Che's speech was slow, even a bit nasal, but every word he uttered was like a sharp, poisoned scalpel, precisely dissecting the seemingly flawless shell of "Zhu Rong," exposing the hidden, deadly sores within to everyone in a bloody manner.

From the macroscopic structural layout to the microscopic properties of materials, and even to an inconspicuous variable in the software code.

He didn't need blueprints or data; the massive and complex reactor seemed to him like a completely transparent glass toy.

The entire control center was deathly silent.

You could hear a pin drop.

All that remained was Bai Che's emotionless statement and the increasingly heavy, terrified breathing of a group of top scientists.

Professor Zhou Zhenguo's expression changed from initial disdain to shock, then to terror, and finally, his old face turned deathly pale.

He stumbled and fell back into the chair behind him, his cloudy eyes filled with despair and fear. He wasn't afraid of falling behind in technology, because he could catch up.

He was terrified!

Every problem Bai Che pointed out was a blind spot they had never discovered, or rather, selectively ignored for various reasons! Any one of them could one day lead to an irreparable disaster!

And he, as the chief designer, was completely unaware of this!

Qin Bing stood there, her body stiff as a statue.

She looked at the young man who was still pacing in front of the model and felt like she was looking at a monster.

Finally, Bai Che stopped.

He stretched out his finger and gently tapped it in the air. The holographic model instantly enlarged and froze on a line of dense software code.

"seventeenth."

His voice brought this one-sided, technological torture to a close.

"Your underlying software, the shielding protocol for preventing high-altitude electromagnetic pulse attacks, is still using the 'Great Wall-2' standard from ten years ago."

He raised his head, glanced at the crowd who had all frozen in shock, and delivered his final conclusion in a statement of fact.

"Let alone military-grade EMP weapons, a large-scale solar storm would instantly turn your billion-dollar 'Zhurong' into a pile of expensive, unawakenable scrap metal."

He's finished speaking.

The whole world fell silent.

Bai Che finally felt some peace and quiet. He lazily let out a sigh of relief, turned around, and looked at the female general who was completely stunned.

He scratched his head, a perfectly measured look of confusion on his face, and spread his hands.

"So, about that thing you want... 'brilliant idea'."

He pointed to the group of scientists behind him who looked utterly lost, their worldviews crumbling and being rebuilt.

"Is this enough?"