Chapter 355 - 191: You Can Take Your Time

Chapter 355: Chapter 191: You Can Take Your Time

Appendix, page two.

Still no coordinate distribution data for the fluid nodes.

Hoffman’s brow was knitted tightly, a look of extreme confusion and panic in his eyes.

’How could an aerodynamics report on fluid dynamics possibly lack mesh parameters? What tools did they use to model the shape of the car’s front end?’

He read on.

In the final pages of the appendix, he at last saw the underlying logical code that represented the model’s construction.

He only needed one look.

The color instantly drained from Hoffman’s face, leaving it deathly pale.

Within the code, there wasn’t a single physical point representing a geometric coordinate.

The pages were filled with things that were at once familiar and foreign to him.

Polynomial coefficients, algebraic variety mapping conditions, homology group transformation constraints...

Hoffman sat in his chair like a statue, its soul sucked dry.

He finally understood why he couldn’t find the mesh.

’Because there was no mesh at all.’

The underlying algorithm behind this report had completely abandoned the traditional framework of continuous fluid dynamics.

The people of Hua Country hadn’t solved physical equations. They had used a rare and abstract tool from pure mathematics—

Algebraic geometry.

They had reduced the dimensionality of the entire physical shape into a set of algebraic polynomials.

The fluid no longer collided with a mesh; the computer was simply performing the straightforward operation of solving equations.

Without a mesh, there was no memory overflow. The computational power barrier had been completely uprooted by a mathematical method that defied all conventional logic.

This was, at a fundamental level, an act of flipping the entire table.

Hoffman’s back was drenched in a cold sweat, his shirt clinging tightly to his skin.

If the people from Hua Country had managed to produce the traditional data simply by cobbling together enough computing power, he would have merely been surprised.

But now, they had used algebraic geometry to bypass the very foundational framework that Simen Zi took so much pride in, forcefully carving out a completely new theoretical path.

What this brought Hoffman was the profound terror of a top-tier scientist.

’Not only have I caught up to you technologically, I’ve also bypassed you on a theoretical level, proving that your path is not the only option.’

This thin report, like an invisible scalpel, had silently severed the two-hundred-million-euro trump card held in Simen Zi’s hand.

The conference room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone was watching Hoffman.

He stared at the report for a full five minutes. In those five minutes, he didn’t turn a single page, his eyes fixed on the algebraic mapping formulas.

Among them was an approximation term with a first-order truncation. Mathematically, it looked a bit crude, but in terms of engineering application, it was an exceptionally brilliant compromise.

Hoffman slowly closed the report.

His hands were still trembling slightly. He took off his glasses, pulled out a handkerchief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, then turned and leaned toward Mueller’s ear.

Hoffman lowered his voice and spoke a few quick, urgent sentences in German.

Mueller’s originally calm and unhurried expression slowly froze as he listened to Hoffman’s whisper.

He glanced at Hoffman, then at the crudely bound report on the table.

The look in Mueller’s eyes changed.

The smug arrogance of someone holding all the cards vanished, replaced by the shocked uncertainty of a man whose bluff has been called.

He knew what Hoffman’s professional judgment meant.

It meant that the black box license Simen Zi was using as a stranglehold had become a pile of useless, disposable code to Huafang. They had built their own foundation from the ground up.

Mueller took a deep breath and adjusted his expression.

He sat up straight and looked at Director Wang across the table, his tone now carrying a hint of forced solemnity.

"Director Wang, Dean Fang."

Mueller began to speak.

"This data... is quite unexpected. It involves a change in the algorithmic path at a very fundamental level."

The translator’s voice followed.

Mueller placed his hands on the table and nodded slightly.

"We need some time to digest this report internally. I propose we adjourn today’s core meeting for now. We can resume this afternoon, or perhaps tomorrow."

The upper hand, in that single moment, had silently changed sides.

There was no heated argument.

No dramatic throwing of files.

Just a report, still warm from the printer, was enough to quietly turn the tides of a negotiation involving hundreds of millions.

Director Wang leaned back in his chair.

His expression remained unchanged, showing no sign of triumph at the other party’s retreat.

He simply gave a magnanimous and polite nod.

"Completely understandable."

Director Wang looked at Mueller.

"Scientific data certainly requires rigorous verification. We’re in no hurry. Your experts can take their time."