Jinling Institute for Advanced Study.
Inside a laboratory at the Institute of Computational Materials.
Yang Xu was meticulously doing an experiment. He looked up and adjusted his glasses. When he saw Lu Zhou standing at the laboratory entrance, he spoke.
"Oh, you're here? I was about to look for you. Where did you… get that piece of fabric?"
"From a certain state department. It's confidential. I can tell you after the confidentiality period passes." Lu Zhou placed the report on the table and asked, "Is there a way to make this thing?"
Yang Xu had heard the "confidential" excuse countless times, so he rolled his eyes and decided not to ask any more questions. He placed a test tube in a test tube rack and asked, "Are you talking about laboratory preparations or industrial preparations?"
Lu Zhou: "Both."
