From Trash to Treasure: The Sinclair Family's Beloved Genius novel Chapter 161

Chapter 161: Chapter 161: Fulfilling a Vow, Accumulating Blessings, Praying for Blessings

She had already donated the autonomous evolution system to the nation. And for the All-Purpose Robot, she knew that within Zenthia, only the Shaw Group was capable of developing it.

She had originally planned to establish a shell company herself, but with no connections and no business acumen, her only option now was to have the technology developed under the Shaw Group.

Jasper Shaw, however, didn’t understand at first.

But before he could speak, Chloe Sinclair said, "The All-Purpose Robot has applications in medicine and rescue—its potential is vast. More importantly, it can be integrated into daily life."

After listening to her, Jasper Shaw didn’t hesitate for a second. "Alright. I’ll give you a sixty percent share of the profits. I’ll have Ian Winters get a lawyer to draft a contract shortly."

Chloe Sinclair asked, "Can you help me set up a foundation?"

"You’re going to donate the profits?"

Chloe Sinclair nodded.

The purpose of a foundation was self-evident, but that she would donate such an enormous sum without a second thought was astounding.

Jasper Shaw looked into Chloe Sinclair’s earnest eyes and had to ask, "Why?"

Chloe Sinclair didn’t answer. She gazed out the lab window, where an evergreen tree blocked most of the view, leaving only a pattern of dappled shadows.

Bathed in the dappled sunlight, Chloe Sinclair finally turned her head and said slowly, "To fulfill a vow, to build good karma, and to pray for blessings."

* * *

Chloe Sinclair spent her entire three-day break in the laboratory.

Aside from her essential daily routines, every meal was sent over by Jasper Shaw.

This was all thanks to Jasper Shaw, who had come to deliver the contract personally on the second day, only to find several cups of instant noodles on Chloe Sinclair’s lab bench.

His expression had instantly darkened. Not long after, a bowl of shredded chicken congee was delivered.

From that day on, Jasper Shaw had food delivered punctually for Chloe Sinclair, never missing a single meal.

"Eight, just what do you think the critical temperature is?"

What Chloe Sinclair was describing wasn’t just a string of data.

It was one of the holy grails that scientists pursue their entire lives.

Currently, high-temperature superconductivity research in the country had only progressed as far as using BCS theory to determine an *approximate* critical point.

No one had ever even considered the questions of its effective range or maximum threshold.

After all, most researchers didn’t even have a clue how to begin experimenting, yet Chloe Sinclair was already well on her way.

A small research institute with a team of five to ten people might need a day, or even several months, just to process a single data set.

Sometimes, hitting a conceptual dead end could cause delays or even force the entire research project to be canceled.

And Chloe Sinclair? Her pace was simply monstrous.

Three days. In just three days, she had already run three hundred experiments!