Chapter 34

Chen Ang's fingertips lightly tapped, skillfully leaping over the cumbersome machinery, creating a scene of light and shadow.

He followed the wires and structure down, often with a light flick of his fingers, skillfully disassembling the components above. In just a few breaths, he had dismantled the radar in front of him into various sizes of parts.

Picking up a scorched transistor in front of him, Chen Ang waved it in front of a Givin, whose appearance looked like a skeleton, and spouted a complex language, engaging in conversation with it.

These Givins were proficient in complex mathematics, used to predict the increasingly intricate astronomical changes on their home planet. Mathematics became the savior of the Givins, the core of their culture. They studied advanced mathematics, trying to see through time from equations and solve the mysteries of life from numerical puzzles.

But even the Givins, skilled in shipbuilding, had their moments of difficulty. For some parts with no obvious damage, they were often helpless. This group of Givins had to make an emergency landing on Tatooine due to the damage to their radar. Chen Ang had negotiated with them, agreeing to use six Givin mathematical treatises carried on their ship to pay for the repair costs.

"The transistor here is completely damaged. You need to replace it with a new one. If you have a spare on your ship, I can help you install it. If not, you'll have to buy a new transistor from me." Chen Ang smiled like a cunning fox, looking at the Givin as if it were a fat sheep.

Pulling out a small computer, he quickly inputted, "A transistor costs 12 units, plus 12,000 for shipping, 150,000 for the special Tatooine tax, and an additional 120% due to rising prices..."

The Givin's face looked as if it had been hit by a heavy hammer. Who knew how its bone-white organic skeleton could display such a complex expression of shock, anger, pain, and reluctance. It jumped up as if pricked by a needle, its voice sharp.

"Why don't you just rob us? Interstellar pirates aren't as greedy as you!"

Chen Ang glanced at him, putting on a perfectly indifferent expression.

"I make a living by my skills. Earning your money is much faster than robbing." Chen Ang said nonchalantly.

"I didn't charge you for the repairs. Charging you for a part, what's wrong with that? Is it illegal? I'll tell you, only I can modify such transistors on Tatooine. If you're not satisfied, you can wait a few years to see if any passing ships have the parts you need."

Chen Ang's confidence lay in this. Repairs were a competitive business; the Givins might find a replacement with some effort. Chen Ang, though the best here, wasn't irreplaceable. Once he realized his advantage, he immediately put on a monopolist's face, almost saying, "Buy it if you want, or don't."

The Givin's pale face rarely showed a hint of red, even its bones couldn't hide its anger. "We don't have that much money. If you can accept our currency, we can gather that much."

Chen Ang snorted through his nose. The Givins were dreaming. The currency of Yag'Dhul had no value on Tatooine! He rolled his eyes and ignored him.

The Givin took out a communicator and chattered for a while before putting it down, staring at Chen Ang with intense anger. "Fix the radar first. Someone will come down from our ship later to pick out the items."

Chen Ang immediately changed his demeanor, showing a warm and satisfied smile. The people around him looked at him with admiration. On Tatooine, cunning and greed were not sins but sources of envy. Chen Ang had only been here for three months, but his ability to extract oil from stones had won him the respect of everyone on the street.

When he looked down at the radar, his face became serious. He carefully cleaned the dust and grease from the radar. At this moment, he transformed into a highly dedicated mechanic, treating his work with the utmost rigor. This was the reason he quickly became the most famous repair expert on Tatooine.

The light in his eyes flickered, and the history of the radar played back in his mind. Its structure and function, design and quality, turned into a series of data in Chen Ang's eyes. He eagerly absorbed the knowledge contained within.

Unlike his previous half-understanding, Chen Ang now had the ability to understand some fundamental principles, enriching his knowledge.

Soon, several classic structures were disassembled in his mind. He carefully optimized the radar's design, but his hands were rough. Under the Givin's nervous gaze, Chen Ang completely dismantled the radar.

Not even a screw or a wire was spared. Each independent component was broken down into the most basic parts. Then, Chen Ang drastically simplified the components. Functions that required four or five structures were replaced by a single simplified structure. This bold transformation left the Givin in a state of shock.

The final product was four to five times smaller than the original, with a simple structure that exuded a unique industrial beauty. The Givin fondly explored it, captivated by the mathematical simplification.

This design and mathematical optimization allowed the radar to enhance its primary functions while discarding all unnecessary elements. Like solving a formula, it was simplified, broken down, and reduced to its simplest form. The main advantage of the wave frequency radar, its wide detection range, was optimized to its best by Chen Ang.

Its only drawback was its singular function, even the basic analysis feature was removed, leaving only the data detection function. This was highly inconvenient for other species but perfectly suited the Givins, whose mental calculation speed rivaled that of a photon computer.

"This is truly a miracle of mathematics!" The Givin held its breath, eyes fixed on the finished product, long forgetting its previous dissatisfaction. This transformation, perfectly aligned with their aesthetic, was filled with a breathtaking tension. The beauty of mathematics was fully realized.

"This minimalist symmetry is like a poem to the goddess of mathematics," the Givin said excitedly, long forgetting its earlier grievances. It fondly touched and examined the gleaming machine. The Givins, under the rule of mathematical theocracy, revered their most talented mathematicians as priests and knowledge keepers.

Even an ordinary Givin considered mathematics the most beautiful art. The part in front of them was undoubtedly a masterpiece that embodied this art, elegant and captivating.

Others couldn't understand the Givin's emotions. Even Chen Ang, the modifier, couldn't see any beauty in the cold, mechanical parts. The audience watched the Givin, who looked as if it had seen a lover, with a sense of unease.

The Givin, having sold its pants to Chen Ang, left satisfied. Despite being heavily overcharged, it looked content. They even left a chip containing the Givin priests' mathematical research for Chen Ang, showing their respect for a mathematical master.

Chen Ang browsed through the data left by the Givin on the photon computer. This mathematical data was a complete颠覆 of his common knowledge. The accumulation of a mathematical civilization in the universe had brought their research to an astonishing level.

One could say that, except for the one percent of known content, the remaining mathematical knowledge was incomprehensible to Earth's civilization. Just as humans couldn't clearly understand imaginary numbers, how could they imagine a mathematical system based on imaginary numbers?

Chen Ang began to understand why the Givins viewed mathematics as a theology. Everything could be expressed and understood through mathematics. Perhaps in the eyes of the Givin priests, the world was composed of a series of mathematical formulas, from which they derived insights and understood the world.

Lifting his hand, he input a series of data into the photon computer, quickly performing calculations. Different parameters were added, and results were derived, but the mathematical symbols in his hands kept changing, from addition, subtraction, multiplication, division, squares, and roots to the unique mathematical symbols of the Givins.

PS: I had a cold yesterday, so I didn't update in the evening. My head is still a bit dizzy, and the effect of this chapter isn't good. I'll rest for a while. If I recover today, I'll write two chapters; if not, there will only be this one.

I am very sorry!