"How much do you need?"
Yang Ying hesitated for a moment before asking casually.
"One... ton of nuclear material?" Yang Zhenhua looked even more embarrassed, his voice as weak as a mosquito's.
For those engaged in research, there's nothing more awkward than asking for funding.
Just now, the task assigned by the palace lord was to apply nuclear fusion energy to all industries that require energy for civilian use.
As far as he knew, the scale of the industries controlled by Taiji Hall now was so vast that covering all of them with nuclear fusion energy would require at least ten tons, a very conservative estimate.
At this moment.
Hearing Professor Yang Zhenhua's words.
"One ton... one ton..."
Yang Ying secretly did some calculations in her heart.
According to the price of 10,000 US dollars per gram, each kilogram would be 10 million US dollars; one ton would be...
"Ten billion... US dollars?"
Yang Ying's mouth gaped slightly... raising her voice.
