Chapter 360: Miracle Cooling System

Caswell could not wait to order the team to enter the temperature detection link.

"Try it!... Confirm!"

5% ... 20% ... 55% ...

As he carried the laptop, the progress bar had gone to 100%.

In the originally quiet computer room, a low fan sound had suddenly sounded and in the neatly arranged black server cabinets, all the green LED work lights were all on instantly. At the same time, the motherboard control chips of all blade server units were also written with the processor overclocking instructions and enter the virtual system for floating-point operations.

"Om... Om... Om..."

Like thousands of smaller sports cars, they were suddenly stepped on the accelerator. The speed of all server fans in the equipment room had immediately increased to the maximum.

Fifteen degrees at room temperature and server temperature: 17 degrees... 18 degrees... 20 degrees…

In less than forty seconds, the overall temperature of the server had risen to that little old man's mouth, and the cooling system needed to intervene.

Caswell listened carefully with his ears open. There was noticeable noise from the cooling system, but he couldn't hear anything now.

21 degrees.

Caswell still didn't hear anything. Twenty seconds later, the temperature had risen to 22 degrees.

After waiting for another half a minute, the temperature was very stingy and had risen by 1 degree.

"In the end, it is one of Intel's most powerful processors." Caswell had put the problem to the processor and then asked the team to add meals to the processor and perform matrix data calculations.

The processor utilization rate had soared to the peak of 100, and Casswell was content to wait until the temperature would continue to rise, breaking through the 50-degree danger level.

The members of the network department gathered around Casswell and stared nervously at the engineer's computer. However, after the processor is overclocked, the user had reached the full value.

After three full minutes, the server temperature had risen to 26 degrees, and then the temperature had refused to rise. After another three minutes, the temperature was still 26 degrees.

"It's impossible!" Caswell jumped up, hurriedly ran to the back of the server to find out. But before he jumped up, the detection software on the laptop had jumped to another screen.

"The tests are over! Score 100!"

"Congratulations, your server temperature is always maintained at 26 degrees. You defeated the 1357 server room and successfully won the first throne."

Caswell and the rest of his team were as stagnant as if they were in the Medusa petrochemical magic.

This was originally written in accordance with the usage habits of Chinese users and was especially used to mock the display screens that cracked at them, but this time they took a hard look at their mind.

Regardless of the Internet or mobile-phone applications, they must be equipped with huge servers to support the use of many Chinese users.

Therefore, in order to make China bosses more intuitive to understand how garbage their server cooling system was, they had specially made such a result display screen to hit them and laugh at them.

1357. This was the data of the computer room results that their company had tested over the years. There were not only Chinese computer rooms, but also a large number of computer rooms of internationally renowned network companies.

Most of the unqualified scores below 60 were created by China Computer Room.

Why today... 26 degrees!

This temperature was almost the perfect temperature for the operation of electronic products. If the temperature was too low, the capacitor impedance in the server would start to increase, and the filtering effect decreases.

In severe cases, it could not be started directly and the temperature is too high to cause more problems.

Some large computer rooms were not only equipped with high energy-consuming precision air conditioners to cool the computer rooms.

It also needed to be equipped with a special cooling and circulating water station, and the annual cooling costs would be astronomical.

Caswell did not believe that the rudimentary equipment he saw could produce such a result. Difficult to get rid of the petrochemical, Caswell walked behind a server cabinet with a bit of soul.

He had finally... heard a different sound than the blade server fan inside. It was like the sound of a liquid flowing in a pipe, and the light swirling sound of a blade like a dragonfly inciting its wings.

The server cabinets were reserved separately to provide space for the cooling system installation. Caswell was so nervous he had unscrewed the quick-release screws on the back of the server. After the height of a person's grid-like baffle was taken apart by him, there was a sudden breeze. Then he had stared to the limit.

The cooling system in front of him was something he had never seen before, but with just a glance, he had known the extraordinary structure. It was a whole piece of copper alloy base standing upright, with countless pieces of copper alloy grille on the front. The copper alloy grid was as smooth as a mirror and even reflects reflections.

Caswell had tilted his head and pressed his gaze inward. On the back of the copper alloy base, there were also grille structures, which were slightly thicker and extend along with the server unit to where he could not see.

What is this cooling system?

Such a complicated structure was obviously a metal artwork that seemed impossible to be machined at all. Among metals, silver had the best heat transfer performance, copper was the second and aluminum was the third. The price of silver and copper is too expensive, so most of them used aluminum alloy as the heat sink. Copper alloy heat sinks were more expensive, but no doubt the heat dissipation effect was better.

The light-spinning sound of the blades of the dragonfly inciting the wings was more obvious, but Caswell no matter how he observed, found no signs of installing fans on this art-like cooling system.

There were four copper alloy pipes slightly thicker than the thumb, which were connected to the vertical copper alloy base. Caswell gently touched with his hand. One pipe was extremely cold, and the other was warmer. After touching the two pipes, he had found that the light blade rotation sound comes from here.

Caswell felt he was going crazy. What was the structure inside the copper tube and the heat sink? What was this system hidden inside the cabinet that did not require precise air conditioning to keep the server temperature constant at 26 degrees? How did they make this kind of cooling equipment that looked so horrible with this light?

For things that countless large server vendors could not do, was done by this China company that he had never heard of. The rest of the team of engineers had rushed over, grinning their teeth, and the retina was alive.

"Yes... Yes... No spare... this kind of cooling equipment?"

It had been ten minutes since the arrogant Caswell had left. He had turned into a submissive Caswell, a careful Caswell with a voice of prayer.

"Haha... No." The Master Craftsman had sentenced Caswell to death: "This untechnical metal product, if we have to do more parts, to prevent defective products."

"Then what else do we do with industrial processing?"

"Oh no... God." Caswell grabbed the arm of the ingenious master and begged: "You don't know how important this cooling system is to the server room."

"Where your company wants to put the data center wherever it is. We will move it. It includes all the subsequent upgrades of the software, all at no cost. We will take care of any system failures..."

"This... this is not exchange, and this is friendship."