"Which invention should I use to win the Nobel Prize..."
Zhang Menglong's words left Han Jinyu speechless; other researchers exhaust their lives just hoping for a tiny breakthrough in the existing domains of human science, and winning a Nobel Prize is something most dare not even dream of.
And here Zhang Menglong was, pondering which invention to use to snatch the Nobel Prize. Wasn't that infuriating?
If it were someone else, they would have lashed out in anger. What kind of sleep position must one adopt to dream up such nonsense?
But it seemed Zhang Menglong genuinely had the credentials to make such a claim. The technologies he handed over to Huaxia, things like controlled nuclear fusion, anti-gravity devices, curvature drive engines, and the like—any of them could indeed qualify for a Nobel Prize!
"Damn it, got shown up by him again!"
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