Like what Mike did, Ming walked over to his grandfather and knelt by his side. "Happy birthday, grandfather."
"Mhm.. What do you have there?" Elder Zhao was curious too what this small box held. The box was a cube of 7 centimeters.
Ming Zhao slowly opened the box for dramatic effect but in the end, he was holding just a metal cube. The crowd laughed a bit but Elder Zhao was curious. He knew his grandson.
"Grandfather, I present to you, the solution to our family's 5-year generation of research. I call this the Crystallite."
"It could not be… you are talking about Project Crystal?" Zhao Lin, Ming's father, spoke first.
Zhao Lin and Elder Zhao stared at each other then back at the metal cube. At this point, the crowd was confused. What is the Crystal Project? And why do they look so shocked?
"Impossible!" Elder Zhao grunted. "I read last week's report and they were not even close to something new! How can this be the solution?"
