The laboratory lights were still bright at midnight. Liu Xiaoping rubbed his sore eyes and recorded the last test data in his notebook.
"The tensile strength reaches 1600MPa, and the corrosion resistance exceeds expectations by 300%. This is incredible..." He whispered to himself, gently stroking the metal sample with a dark silver luster.
Outside the window, thunder rumbled and heavy rain pounded against the tempered glass window. The weather forecast says there will be strong convective weather tonight, but Liu Xiaoping has long been accustomed to working overtime alone in this kind of weather. As an engineer in the materials laboratory of a steel plant, this new alloy code-named "Fine Steel" was his brainchild, and it was also a family secret that his grandfather never forgot before his death.
"Our ancestor of the Liu family produced a great craftsman in the Tang Dynasty." Grandfather's withered hand once held his wrist tightly. "He made a kind of magic iron, which was as thin as hair but indestructible... It's a pity that the recipe was lost..."
At that time, Liu Xiaoping just thought it was an old man's ramblings, until he accidentally discovered a box of ancient books in an abandoned warehouse in the factory area, which recorded some incredible metallurgical formulas. Three years of experiments and countless failures led to the piece of metal tonight.
A blinding bolt of lightning pierced the night sky, followed by deafening thunder. Liu Xiaoping suddenly felt palpitations, and the lights in the laboratory began to flicker strangely. He subconsciously grabbed the "thin steel" sample, and a layer of blue light shone on the metal surface.
