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The airtight door of the precision laboratory building has not been opened from the inside for nine whole days.

Li Yichen leaned against the edge of the control panel and rubbed his sore eyes.

Nine days. Aside from sleeping and eating, he spent all his time in this windowless laboratory. Ling'er delivered meals to him regularly through the internal system; people outside could only see the unmanned delivery vehicles coming and going.

At this moment, in the very center of the control panel, something lay quietly.

Black. The design is reminiscent of a precision mechanical watch. The dial is extremely thin with a matte metallic finish and no unnecessary seams. It looks almost identical to Patek Philippe's ultra-thin models.

But it is not a table.

Or rather, it's not just about the table.

Li Yichen picked it up and ran his fingertips along the curved surface of the watch back. A cool sensation washed over him.

He fastened the watch to his left wrist. The clasp clicked shut perfectly.

The right index finger is pressed on a barely noticeable indentation at the three o'clock position on the watch face.

Press lightly.

Half a second.

The air has changed.

There are no lighting effects. There are no sound effects. There isn't even a visible light source.

But just twenty centimeters above his wrist—

Light and shadow converge.

A tiny, chibi-style girl's figure gradually materialized from nothingness. Ponytail. Sailor uniform. Round face. Big eyes.

Ling'er.

She floated in mid-air, her feet off any plane. There was no screen, no projection screen, no fog medium.

True naked-eye holographic projection.

Ling'er stretched in mid-air and rubbed her eyes with her little fists. Then she looked down and saw Li Yichen's face, and the little girl jumped up.

"Brother! We did it!"

Her mouth opened and closed, and every word was clearly audible.

Li Yichen raised his left hand and slowly spread his five fingers.

Ling'er's holographic image moved with his gestures—jumping from above his wrist to his fingertips, and spinning around on one foot on the nail of his index finger.

Zero latency.

He flipped his hand over, palm up. Ling'er stood steadily in the projection area of ​​his palm, her little hands on her hips, looking up at him.

"Brother, your dark circles are really bad."

Li Yichen ignored her. He clenched his fist, relaxed it, and then clenched it again. Ling'er's image appeared and disappeared with his hand gestures, each appearance precisely matching the three-dimensional coordinates of his hand.

Tracking accuracy at the nanometer level. Response speed within 3 milliseconds.

He finally smiled. Nine days. It was worth it.

"Ling'er".

"exist!"

"Have the materials arrived yet?"

"Everything was put into storage at three o'clock yesterday morning." Ling'er sat cross-legged in his palm, counting on her fingers. "5.23 billion worth of goods, not a single item missing. I've already sorted them by category, and they're all in the warehouse on the third basement floor."

Li Yichen nodded. He turned off the holographic mode on his watch, and Ling'er's image vanished instantly.

He stood up. He hadn't moved around much for nine days, and his lumbar and cervical spine were extremely stiff. He twisted his neck, and his joints cracked four or five times in succession.

On the shelf next to the control panel sat a silver-gray metal briefcase. It was 60 centimeters long, 40 centimeters wide, and 15 centimeters deep. There were no markings on the surface of the briefcase, only a thumb-sized round button next to the handle.

Holographic projection base station. Large version. Coverage radius of five meters, projection accuracy at the micrometer level.

Li Yichen picked up the box, pushed open the airtight door, and walked out of the laboratory building.

The sunlight hit his face, and he squinted. He hadn't seen the sun for nine days.

The car started and drove towards the research and development building.

The large conference room is on the third floor of the R&D building.

Liu Ruyan stood in front of the giant screen, twelve meters wide, her hands resting on the table, her fingertips turning white.

The screen displays a cross-sectional view of the internal structure of "Lingxiao-1". Seven structural interference points are marked in red warning. Pipelines and cables are interfering with each other, the flanges of the supporting frame are in conflict with the insulation layer, and the fuel pipeline of the second-stage engine is crossing the oxidizer delivery pipeline.

Seven questions, stuck for three days.

Behind her sat a dozen or so core engineers, their eyes also bloodshot from working so hard.

"How about shifting frame number two outward by fifteen millimeters?" a young engineer raised his hand.

"If it deviates by fifteen degrees, the clearance between it and the inner wall of the fairing won't be enough." The structural team leader shook his head. "It can deviate by eight degrees at most."

"Eight cannot solve the problem of interference."

"Then change the pipeline route."

"The piping was changed, and the entire welding process had to be scrapped and started over."

silence.

The meeting room door was pushed open.

Everyone turned their heads.

Li Yichen stood at the door. He wore a black jacket, his hair was a little messy, and he had a light stubble on his chin. He carried a silver-gray metal case in his left hand.

The boss, who hadn't shown up for nine days, is back.

"President Li." Liu Ruyan straightened up.

Li Yichen glanced at the drawing on the screen, which was covered in red crosses, and said nothing.

He walked to the center of the conference table and placed the box on it. The metal bottom hit the table with a dull thud.

"I brought you a helpful tool."

A dozen pairs of eyes were fixed on the box.

Zhang Feng, sitting in the back row, pushed up his glasses and pursed his lips.

An older engineer nearby muttered under his breath, "Could it be VR glasses? Those 3D modeling gimmicks on the market are all show and no substance."

"I guess so," another chimed in. "It's normal that they don't know much about our industry."

Li Yichen stood next to the box.

I heard that.

No explanation was given.

Press the round button on the side of the box with your right index finger.

The conference room lights went out.

It's not completely dark; it just automatically dims to the lowest brightness. Only the emergency indicator light in the corner is showing a tiny bit of green light.

Someone exclaimed "Huh?"

next second.

The air directly above the conference table began to distort.

A little light. Ten o'clock. Hundred points. Thousand points. Ten thousand points.

Countless tiny points of light emerged from the void, rapidly arranging, combining, and overlapping—

Three seconds.

A rocket, three meters tall, suddenly appeared in the center of the conference table.

Pure white rocket body. Silver-gray stage sections. Dark blue fairing. The metallic texture on the surface is so clear that the tiny protrusions of the welds are visible.

"Lingxiao-1". Scale model. Suspended in mid-air.

There was no screen. There was no curtain. There was no fog. There was no glass.

It just appeared out of nowhere.

There was no sound in the meeting room. Even breathing had stopped.

The thermos slipped from Zhang Feng's hand. Clang! The thermos shattered on the ground, rolling two meters away, spilling tea everywhere. He didn't react at all.

Liu Ruyan's mouth was agape, her arms frozen at her sides.

The old engineer in the back row, who had just said "it looks good but is useless," jumped up from his chair, his legs shaking, his kneecaps hitting the bottom of the table, but he didn't feel the pain.

Li Yichen raised his left hand. He spread his five fingers and slowly drew a line from top to bottom in the air.

The rocket exploded.

It wasn't an explosion. It disintegrated.

The entire three-meter-tall rocket body was peeled away layer by layer, starting from the top. The fairing detached, revealing the internal satellite support structure. The second-stage rocket shell plates rolled up. Fuel lines, oxidizer lines, cable bundles, support frames—

Tens of thousands of parts flew out of the rocket body and slowly unfolded in the air of the conference room.

Every bolt. Every washer. Every cable. All suspended in mid-air, each maintaining its relative position.

The entire conference room was transformed into a three-dimensional, life-size, rocket dissection diagram floating in the air.

Li Yichen stretched out his right hand and pinched two fingers together in the air.

A flange was "pulled" out from among tens of thousands of parts. It flew to him. Zoomed in. Zoomed in again.

The flange cross-section expands from the size of a fist to the size of a washbasin. Internal bolt holes, sealing surfaces, and stress concentration areas are all clearly visible.

Then the surface begins to change color, gradually changing from silver-gray to red, orange, yellow, and green.

Stress contour plot. Real-time simulation.

Li Yichen applied a virtual force to the edge of the flange with his finger. The stress distribution map changed accordingly, with the concentrated area shifting from one side to the other. The values ​​jumped in real time next to the holographic image.

"Holy crap."

Someone in the back row suddenly blurted out something.

Then the entire conference room erupted in cheers.

"What is this thing?!"

"How did you do that?!"

"I've worked in the aerospace industry for thirty years, and I've never seen this kind of technology before!"

The young engineers jumped up and circled the suspended part. One of them reached out to touch it—his fingers passed through the light and shadow, touching nothing. But the visual realism made him shudder as he pulled his hand back.

Zhang Feng stood rooted to the spot, completely frozen. His mind went blank.

Liu Ruyan was the first to snap out of her shock. She rushed to the suspended pipe components, using her hands to gently pry apart the holographic images of two intersecting pipes—

"This!" She pointed to an area marked in red. "Change the bend radius of this pipe from 80 to 120, and use this gap—the interference problem will disappear immediately!"

She turned to look at Li Yichen.

"Mr. Li, we have this—"

She swallowed.

"All structural relationships can be seen directly in three-dimensional space, eliminating the need to guess from a two-dimensional diagram."

She paused for a moment.

"Fault tolerance rate, 100%."

Li Yichen put his hands into his jacket pockets.

"You can keep the things."

He turned and walked towards the door.

"I'm going back to sleep for two days. If you need anything, contact Ling'er."

I pushed open the door and went outside.

The noise that erupted from the conference room behind me could be heard through the door, echoing throughout the entire floor.

Several administrative staff members passing by in the corridor peeked inside. A strange, eerie blue light shone through the crack in the door, flickering intermittently.

Li Yichen stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the first floor. He leaned against the metal wall and closed his eyes.

The black watch on his wrist rested quietly against his skin.

Outsiders would only think it's an ordinary watch.