Chapter 17: Triboelectric Nanomaterials

Cao Zheng ultimately fulfilled his mission, bringing back two large boxes filled with 40 national standard containers using a 24-ton FAW heavy truck. As the big truck wobbled along the bumpy rural dirt road, Zhao Ping'an and Cao Zheng both broke into a cold sweat.

"This road needs fixing!" After the skilled truck driver finally maneuvered the vehicle into the factory area with great effort, Zhao Ping'an immediately declared that if they weren't careful and the truck tipped over, the damage to the equipment would be the least of their worries; it could even lead to a fatal accident. He

After three full days, with the help of several strong men that Zhao Weiguo had brought in, they finally managed to install all sorts of strange and peculiar equipment according to Zhao Ping'an's wishes. To be honest, one corner of the originally empty factory suddenly took on a remarkable appearance, giving off.

"Ango, you're not really planning to build an atomic bomb, are you?" Cao Zheng is a few months younger than Zhao Ping'an. Considering that everyone is now a person of status, calling him "Xiao Anzi" seems a bit inappropriate, so he changes his way of addressing him. He looked at the two pieces of equipment assembled together, which were larger than a tractor.

"I still want to build an aircraft carrier!" Zhao Ping'an shot him a glance without losing his temper.

However, speaking of which, this kid will be the general manager of Anping Technology in the future; he can't possibly understand his own products, right? It seems I still need to give him a little education, so he doesn't embarrass himself outside, Zhao Ping thought to himself.

As for him? Of course, he's the CEO, and, hmm... he also has to hold the title of chief designer. Haven't you noticed that all those big shots are like this? In addition to the important position, it seems that one must also take on a large number of secondary roles; the more one juggles, the more impressive one appears. 

"Xiao Cao, listen to me! My brother, what I am about to design will surely sweep the globe and spark a revolution in the digital electronics world!" Zhao Ping'an stood with his hands on his hips, speaking confidently, his passionate tone echoing in the still empty steel structure workshop, somewhat reminiscent of a figure pointing out the landscape.

Cao Zheng, that kid, probably also succumbed to his domineering aura. He didn't know where he found a stool, but he pulled it out and sat down, resting his chin on his hand, listening intently to him speak. 

"As we all know, there is a physical phenomenon in nature called static electricity generated by friction. The static charge phenomenon was produced by using a. After giving him a fierce glare, she said sternly, "Speak plainly!" 

"Ah..." Zhao Ping'an sighed, then looked at him with a heavy heart. Changing his tone, he said, "To put it simply, I plan to use the principle of static electricity and then apply nanotechnology to create a new type of friction surface, aiming to achieve frictional charging. Well For example, a nanoscale material the size of a coin can generate 8mW of power when bent, which is enough to drive a pacemaker. A piece of material measuring 5x5 cm can light up 600 LED bulbs at once, or..." 

"Or a mobile phone! And other electronic digital products!" Cao Zheng said with an expressive face, feeling Zhao Ping'an with a sense of relief, "This class can be summed up in just two words—mentally exhausting! It really is a tough job for him, trying to explain nanotechnology to someone with absolutely no background in physics; it's like playing the lute to a cow!" 

"Brother An, I timidly ask, have Cao Zheng stared with eyes that could barely fit a 0.5 cm gap, unblinking as he fixed his gaze on Zhao Ping'an as if he wanted to see right through him. After all, they had been close friends for years; how had he never noticed this guy was so talented before? 

"Come on, man Zhao Ping'an said calmly, without a hint of embarrassment, that he had made up his mind to keep the matter of the craftsman system buried in his heart for a lifetime. After all, it sounded too fake to even believe himself, to the point that if someone else brought it up, he wouldn't trust it either. So why bother making

"Uh... right!" Suddenly recalling something, Zhao Ping'an said seriously, "You took my card, and there are still over a million in it. The road in front needs some repairs, and we need to get on top of this matter!"

Cao Zheng took the bank card with a苦 face, fully aware that someone like him, who couldn't even recite Newton's three laws of motion, was destined for a life of toil. What more could he say?

The two people have clearly defined roles; one focuses on research and development, while the other handles construction, and they cooperate quite harmoniously.

Three days later, the once quiet factory began to grow noisy, as a large number of equipment and machinery were gradually brought in. The supplier's personnel started the installation process. A week later, according to Zhao Ping'an's wishes, the initial group of 20 workers was also gathered, all young people from

In the blink of an eye, over half a month has passed. During this time, Zhao Ping'an has only returned home to sleep at night, and even for lunch and dinner, he basically resolves it in the isolated laboratory set up just for him. To be honest, engaging in research is truly not something.

Hard work pays off for those who are dedicated. After so long of toiling away, with my face covered in dust and sweat, there was a moment when my finger almost got pierced by the laser machine. Zhao Ping'an finally developed a superconducting nano-crystal using the peculiar properties of ultra-fine particles.

On that day, Zhao Ping'an was immersed in the joy of success when Cao Zheng rushed in, breathless. 

"Not good, Brother An, something's happened! The road construction workers have been attacked!"