Chapter 1257 The Befrost Plan
Hours later, a nearly identical dialogue of equality took place again at the Federal Chancellery in Berlin, Germany.
Minister Thaddeus Berg performed much better than Fudge, but his expression was equally grim.
Upon returning to the Ministry of Magic, he made the same decision as Fudge: to investigate the source of the Muggle government's confidence.
The answers received by both sides were essentially the same: the Beaufort Project, an energy project launched worldwide by Muggle governments of various European countries in conjunction with the University of Tokyo.
The project plans to build and operate a commercially viable large-scale deuterium-tritium nuclear fusion reactor with a net energy gain (Q value > 1), known as Prometheus II of the New Century, providing near-infinite, zero-carbon, safe, and economical baseload energy to fundamentally solve the energy crisis, climate change, and geopolitical energy conflicts facing human civilization.
Prometheus 2 will abandon the magnetic confinement fusion technology path of Prometheus 1 and make groundbreaking use of several "black technology" materials, one of which is graphene, which was recently discovered by William Snyder.
With its deuterium-tritium fusion, reactor, near-infinite energy, zero carbon emissions, and magnetic confinement, the two Ministers of Magic were completely baffled, unable to grasp the true value of this energy project.
The only thing I could barely understand was the project's name: the Beaufort Project.
Bifröst is the official name of the rainbow bridge in Norse mythology, meaning "shaky road to heaven." It is the only bridge connecting the realm of the gods, Asgard, with the human world, Midgard. It is also known as ásbru, meaning "bridge of Asgard."
The Muggle energy project is named after the Rainbow Bridge. Could it be a symbol of connecting different countries and leading to a bright future?
Not only the Ministries of Magic in Britain and Germany, but magical governments around the world cannot understand what this project is.
But they are not in a hurry at all, because their Muggle government leaders have not yet engaged in equal dialogue with them.
Despite being the instigator of all this, Vincent has lived a relatively peaceful life.
Now is not the time to reveal magic; Befrost plans to completely conceal his existence and bring William into the spotlight.
This was of course Vincent's idea. The graphene discovered by William did indeed play a key role. Without graphene, he could not have created the "physical-magical composite armor," let alone successfully complete the second deuterium-tritium fusion experiment.
However, William thought differently. In just half an hour, he received nearly a hundred phone calls and hundreds of emails.
A British journalist with a sense of smell even more acute than a dog's could even track down his family, including his childhood friends with whom he used to play in the mud.
"William, William is a genius! I knew it from the moment I met him!" The BBC, a well-known British television station, was broadcasting a live interview with William's primary school classmate.
In the hotel room, Vincent grabbed the remote and turned off the TV. He patted William on the shoulder reassuringly, "Well... once this hype dies down, they won't keep reporting on you anymore."
William reached up and gently lifted the thick glasses perched on his nose. "Mr. Wayne, this afternoon you said nothing would happen, but look outside."
Vincent quickly pulled him to sit on the sofa. "Trust me, they'll quiet down soon."
The area outside the hotel was completely surrounded by a crowd. British journalists are known for their extensive network of connections, and Hong Kong journalists inherited their ability to infiltrate every nook and cranny from them.
"Besides, they can't get up here, and even if they did, they wouldn't be able to get into this room."
William took a deep breath and reluctantly accepted reality. "Mr. Wayne, did you anticipate this would happen, which is why you rejected the Prime Minister and the Queen's offer?"
Vincent blinked, tacitly agreeing. "William, just go and rest. You're going to the Royal Society tomorrow. I heard you have a very good chance of winning this year's Royal Medal."
The Royal Society, officially known as the Royal Society for the Advancement of Natural Knowledge, is the most prestigious scientific and academic institution in the United Kingdom, whose members have made significant contributions to cutting-edge science.
Founded in 1660 and located in central London, the Society is the UK’s highest-ranking scientific institution and the world’s oldest and most continuously operating scientific society. It plays the role of the UK’s national academy of sciences, and its research results often represent the cutting edge of their respective fields.
Notable Fellows of the Royal Society include scientists such as Albert Einstein, Darwin, and Newton, as well as mathematicians and physicists such as Stephen Hawking, Anne McClellan, an authority on embryo transfer and liver cell research, and Tim Berners-Lee, the inventor of the Internet.
Tomorrow, young William will officially become a member of this community. His discovery of graphene, the king of new materials, has greatly promoted the development of controlled nuclear fusion and will profoundly change many fields in the future through its unique physical and chemical properties.
“Mr. Wayne—” William suddenly shuddered. “I feel like I’m dreaming. This is all too wonderful.”
Vincent tilted his head slightly and gave him a confident look. "Whether it's a dream or not, you'll know when you wake up."
William nodded blankly.
After he returned to his room to rest, Vincent walked to the floor-to-ceiling window with its expansive view.
The scene outside was still bustling, and among these people were not just reporters; there were certainly many with ill intentions.
Vincent sat back down on the sofa and called Hunter, asking him to "secretly" investigate their identities.
Then, he turned on the projection screen and entered a mysterious white interface.
Enter the password, and the white background gradually blurs, while black lines quickly form a magical rune, "?".
Good evening, Lord Wayne.
A line of text appeared on the projection screen; this interface was the encrypted text chat room of the Daixu Society.
Vincent's lips twitched. The first image in the text was a frontal photo of him, with extremely high saturation, and the background was filled with rings of holy light.
He sent a text message with lightning speed:
"Change your profile picture back right now!!!"
A moment later, the profile picture finally changed back to Erich von Grünewald, the head of the Middle East branch of the Generation of Leaders.
“This religious leader…” Vincent shook his head and sent the hotel’s location to the chat room, asking them to send someone to secretly protect William.
After the Beaufort Plan was launched, the stock prices of all companies even remotely related to traditional energy plummeted, especially those oil industry giants whose market value shrank by about half.
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