"Of course, I'm sure." Fatty's characteristic vanity surfaced again: "Isn't it just a few node problems and material commonality issues? These are minor details. Although the coordination problem with the engine is a bit tricky, for me, it's no big deal."
"What did you say?" Belchi couldn't believe his ears, and his black face, with its graying beard, immediately darkened. Before he could say anything more, there was a commotion around him.
"Bullshit! Minor issues?"
"Looks like a bragging idiot!"
"I, Hei Ge, can't figure it out, and no one else dares to say they can in front of me!"
A group of scientific eccentrics, whose pride had been greatly provoked, jumped up in a fury and started shouting incoherently.
There were a few issues with the magnetic instrument that they hadn't solved. Posting it online in the Free World scientific community's implicit rules was essentially a kind of challenge.
