Supercritical Fluid Extraction Technology!

I'm an idiot, why have I been using ordinary solvents to separate the mixture in Zhaohang's blood?

Metallic hydrogen is a mythical existence for earthlings, and if it comes into direct contact with particles in the atmosphere, it will soon volatilize into the air and neutralize with oxygen to form water. Such a simple truth, why didn't I think that I had to be reminded by the black mother?

I was ecstatic, but the cold sweat on my forehead was like rain. What does it mean for me that this black mother jumped out unexpectedly, without any warning and without leaving any way to find it? All I know is that even a guy like Dr. Doveen, who is more cunning than a viper, can't help it, and tries to push me out as a substitute for the dead, how can I be sure that I can use it to achieve my goals instead of being controlled by it?

But, the Monument of Time! To this day, all the giving, and all the loss, do not allow me to hesitate, let alone retreat! The career I planned with Nietzsche may be about to succeed, and no matter what the price of success is, it is worth trying, even if it is unfortunate enough to become a slave of the Black Mother!

But is the Black Mother, as Powell thinks, the big boss of the Proton Man?

My mind was in a terrible confusion, and it was hard to sort out any of the many things I had to do.

But the fatigue of not sleeping all night has long been replaced by extreme excitement, and I have the strength to do experiments again, this time with supercritical fluid extraction technology!

I carefully poured Zhaohang's blood into the flask, thinking about which extractant to use.

Carbon dioxide and methanol are ideal, but methanol is volatile, conflicting with the properties of metallic hydrogen. The oxygen in carbon dioxide can be combined with metallic hydrogen into water droplets, which are retained in the vacuum tube. Anyway, unlike ordinary supercritical fluid extraction at room temperature, metallic hydrogen must be obtained in a vacuum, and the ideal ambient temperature for supercritical extraction is 35-40 degrees Celsius, which virtually increases the difficulty of extraction.

If Powell can do it, how can I lose to him? No matter how difficult it is, the experience of previous generations shows that this extraction is possible!

After several years of suffering, it was all condensed into two days and two nights of experiments. Looking at the misty gaseous carbon dioxide mixed with Zhaohang's blood, at that moment I really wanted to believe that there were gods in the world. The bright red mixture was pumped into the heating tube, heated and then fed into the extraction tube, and my heart seemed to stop beating for that time, and I could only wait for the results like a stone.

Two days later, the extraction procedure was over, and I exited the vacuum chamber and went to the monitor to read the sample analysis results.

It's a life and death situation, and there's no middle way. I can live if I get metallic hydrogen, and if I fail again, I don't have the confidence to continue living - I can't bear to fail again and again, and the slim, endless waiting.

On the screen on a black background, the names of the extracts pop up one by one, and the main ingredient is still water, the liquid that earthlings rely on for survival. Where are the metallic droplets I want?

Finally, a question mark appeared in front of my eyes, and that question mark was not an illusion caused by my disappointment, it was true, it was a question mark to express an unknown extract separated from the matrix!

Still need to be skeptical? Need to dig deeper? That extract must be metallic hydrogen! The Black Mother won't fool me, she doesn't have to fool me childishly just after dealing with me!

But my whole brain, my whole heart, or every cell in my body, was occupied by the ecstasy of being about to receive light and magnetism, and I had no energy left to guess where the Black Mother came from, and what he wanted from me.

This magic weapon finally made me a winner in life. After injecting a metal hydrogen solution into the silicon plate material, the hard silicon plate becomes as soft as Powell's soft paper, which is a curved mirror that instantly magnifies the energy countless times after absorbing light energy, which is the name of optical magnetism in practical use!

The days passed quickly, and ten years later, Zhaohang was ten years old. In the past ten years, he has been trapped in the room on the third floor of his home, let alone going out, and the window has never been opened.

In his world, there is no one else except doctors and nurses. It's not that I don't want to spend time with him, but I'm so busy with work that I can basically go to see him once a month.

Although the relationship is estranged, in order to maintain his life, I have not lost money. I have to invest millions of dollars every year just to buy all kinds of medical equipment and medicines. Quyang Energy's achievements today are all due to his birth, and the metallic hydrogen contained in his blood also activated the signal to summon the Black Mother for me. Without that thing's later guidance, even if I got the optical magnetism, it would be difficult for me to really develop the little powerhouse and place the activation points of the Monument of Time around the world.

Children who have been in a closed environment for a long time are prone to mental problems. I also experienced a closed life when I was a child, and it was books that accompanied me out of the predicament, so I brought different books to Zhaohang, hoping that reading would alleviate his loneliness, including the torture of his illness.

But I have to admit that times have changed, and today's children can no longer be compared with me back then. The 21st century has entered a period of rapid development of information, and since Zhaohang got a computer, books have been thrown aside. With a computer, he can access the Internet, and even if he stays at home, he can make all kinds of friends in the online community, so his life is far less monotonous than I thought.

Besides, Zhaodi, after Ziqian died, I couldn't wait to send him to the United States. After graduating from high school in California, he insisted on going to Stanford University to study radio. That major, which was popular in his mother's time, is now a piece of chicken. I also let him choose, I know that he is just to help Ziqian fulfill his wish before death.

As for the Baisong Coal Mine behind the Yao family's Natalie Town in Suifenhe City, it has been worse every year in recent years. The entire coal industry is in a recession, and it is naturally declining. Not only that, but Natalie Town has also had a series of accidents, and it is said that it was somehow occupied by a group of resurrected people, and it became a forbidden area of death that no one dared to enter. So I gritted my teeth and completely gave up ownership of the coal mine so as not to get into trouble.

Baisong Coal Mine is of great significance to Qu's Group.

It is hard for people to imagine that the large enterprises that can make a splash in the international community actually come from such a primitive and simple black mother. This is also due to my ability to disguise, and so far, few people know about my relationship with the White Pine Coal Mine.

The photovoltaic power generation technology implicit in light and magnetism has made Quyang Energy's stock shine in the stock market and become a unicorn in the investment world. Since the sale of the first small energy bully, we have continued to gain the favor of angel investors.

I succeeded, I won the hardest battle of my life, and from then on I wore a laurel wreath on my head and embarked on the road to victory. Nietzsche told me that on every road that successful people walk, blood and flowers usually do not distinguish between you and me, blood watered flowers, and flowers decorated with blood.

This afternoon, the sky was overcast. Perhaps it was the weather that made me, an old man in his twilight years sad, so I sat in this office that had been renovated many times over the past 20 years and wrote my memoirs.

Every renovation means that under the spur of Nietzsche, my career has taken another step forward, when the last small energy master in the Nigerian federal government has been successfully erected, it means that the last launch point of the monument of time has been covered, and the dream of 30 years is finally going to sail away!

I am Qu Mairong, I am fighting, I am invincible!

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Recommend a good friend's book: "Glory of Kings: Honey, Leave Me a Blue" Pear Shimian

Introduction:A girl in the flower season who wasted wood overnight crossed the king continent, and the whole painting style is like this-

"Han Hop! You're robbing me of my blue! ”

"General Han, don't you touch my Daddy Smurf?"

Ignore her? Very good. Seconds become delicate, small and weak.

"Honey, leave me a blue?"

The spear paused, "Come here." ”

[Female frequency happy and relaxed little sweet text ~ don't like it and remember to take a detour~]