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"A sixth-generation fighter jet?!"

"Suzaku?!"

The silence in the conference room was broken by these two exclamations.

Academician Liu was the first to stand up. This leading figure in the field of aerodynamics, with completely white hair and a slightly hunched back, had wide, bright eyes that made him look twenty years younger.

"Old Zheng," his voice trembled with emotion, "you...you're not joking?"

Chief Engineer Wang, standing beside him, also stood up. A dedicated engine expert who had spent his life working with turbine blades, his hands bore scars from burns inflicted by high-temperature metal. He leaned forward, his hands resting on the table: "Sixth-generation fighter jet? The Free Country has been talking about it for ten years, and they haven't even produced a full-size model! We…"

He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning in his eyes was clear: Is this even possible?

Other experts also spoke up, raising a barrage of questions:

"The definition of a sixth-generation fighter jet hasn't even been standardized yet, so how can we design one?"

"Supersonic cruise, super maneuverability, stealth, and information technology—the 4S standard for fifth-generation fighters has reached its peak. What breakthroughs can sixth-generation fighters achieve?"

"Materials, power, avionics... each one is an insurmountable barrier!"

The meeting room erupted in chaos.

These veterans are all pillars of China's military industry. They have witnessed too many grand plans and too many major breakthroughs that ultimately became mere empty talk. The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment—this is the lesson they have learned throughout their lives.

Old Zheng did not speak.

He stood beside the head of the table, hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over every excited or skeptical face. Only when the noise subsided did he slowly speak:

"Comrade Lin Feng."

He turned to look at the young man who had been standing silently to the side.

"Next, it's your turn."

After speaking, he walked to an empty seat at the end of the long table and sat down. This action made it clear—he was not the main speaker today.

All eyes instantly focused on Lin Feng.

Those gazes held scrutiny, doubt, and disdain, but a few also held a flicker of expectation—after all, those personally led into this conference room by Old Zheng were no ordinary people.

Lin Feng was not intimidated.

He walked to the front of the conference room, where there was a huge holographic projection platform. He took out the specially made USB drive and plugged it into the port.

"Dear seniors," his voice wasn't loud, but it was clear and powerful, carrying through the microphone to every corner of the conference room, "I am Lin Feng."

There was no title, no background information. Only a name.

"Next, I will demonstrate the complete theoretical system of the sixth-generation fighter jet, Suzaku."

He pressed the remote control.

The projector lights up, and a 3D model of a fighter jet floats in the air—its lines are sharp as knives, its fuselage is as powerful as a cheetah, and its dark gray coating is almost non-reflective under the virtual lights.

A collective gasp filled the conference room.

Experts can see the difference. At a glance, these veteran experts could tell that this aircraft was different from any other aircraft—it was not a modification of any existing fighter jet, but a completely new and revolutionary design.

"Before I go into detail," Lin Feng continued, "I have sent some key information to your terminals. Please take a look."

As soon as the words were spoken, the computer screens in front of each expert lit up simultaneously. Folders opened automatically, containing neatly categorized technical documents.

Academician Liu put on his reading glasses and opened the "Aerodynamic Shape Optimization Analysis" book.

After watching for only three minutes, his hands began to tremble.

"This lift-to-drag ratio..." he muttered to himself, "27.5? How is that possible? The J-20 only has 16.8..."

He suddenly looked up at Lin Feng: "How did you do that?"

"Active flow control technology." Lin Feng answered directly without looking at the data, "Six million micro-flow holes, each with a diameter of 0.1 millimeters, are arranged on the surface of the wings and fuselage. An intelligent system adjusts the airflow separation in real time. The specific principle is in Chapter 3, Section 2, and the mathematical derivation is in Appendix A-7."

Academician Liu immediately flipped to the corresponding chapter. Ten seconds later, he took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes vigorously, put them back on, and read on.

Then, he fell silent.

It's not that I'm speechless, it's that I'm so shocked I can't speak.

On the other side, Chief Engineer Wang opened the "Variable Cycle Adaptive Engine Scheme".

He stared at the 3D cross-sectional view on the screen, frozen in place.

"Triple bypass duct..." His voice was hoarse. "Subsonic uses the outer bypass duct, supersonic uses the inner bypass duct, hypersonic uses... What is this? A pulse detonation booster?"

"A propulsion method based on continuous rotating detonation." Lin Feng turned to him. "The combustion chamber pressure of a traditional turbofan engine is limited, while the peak pressure of detonation combustion can reach 100 atmospheres, increasing thrust density by more than three times. However, the difficulties lie in control and materials—these are addressed in Chapter Five with seventeen solutions."

Chief Engineer Wang's expression shifted from shock to solemnity, then to ecstasy, and finally to an almost devout focus. His fingers flew across the keyboard, bringing up more data, his eyes practically glued to the screen.

"Here!" he suddenly pointed to a parameter, "The combustion chamber temperature is predicted to be 2200K? Current materials simply can't withstand that!"

"So we don't need existing materials." Lin Feng walked to his side and pulled up another document on the screen. "I designed a new type of ceramic-based composite material with a temperature resistance limit of 2500K and a toughness five times higher than traditional materials. The manufacturing process is in Chapter 5, Section 9."

Chief Engineer Wang stared at the ingredient formula, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

At the other end of the conference room, Professor Chen—an authority on stealth materials—was staring intently at "Principles of Full-Spectrum Stealth Technology".

He stared for a full five minutes, then suddenly stood up, the chair scraping loudly on the floor.

"A plasma stealth layer?" His voice trembled with excitement. "You mean... generating controllable plasma on the fuselage surface to actively absorb radar waves?"

"It's not entirely absorption," Lin Feng corrected. "It eliminates the echo by adjusting the plasma density, causing the radar waves to deflect and interfere. And..."

He paused for a moment: "This technology can achieve temporary invisibility in the visible light band."

"What?!" Professor Chen exclaimed.

"When the plasma density reaches 10^18 per cubic meter, visible light will bend significantly." Lin Feng pulled up a simulation animation. "Although it can only be maintained for 30 seconds at present, it is enough to complete key tactical actions—such as penetration, evasion, and withdrawal."

Professor Chen plopped back into his chair, holding his head in his hands, as if digesting this overly advanced concept.

The questions have begun.

It started tentatively, with a sense of skepticism.

"Will the aerodynamic center of this airfoil shift too far back in the transonic region?"

"No. We employ an active trim system that adjusts wing camber and trailing edge flaps in real time, keeping the aerodynamic center displacement within 5% of the chord length. The specific algorithm is described in Chapter 4, Section 3."

How can the surge boundary of the engine be guaranteed?

"Answer: We have introduced an artificial intelligence surge prediction system that identifies instability signs 300 milliseconds in advance and automatically adjusts fuel flow and guide vane angle. The system architecture is described in Chapter 6."

How do you solve the weather resistance problem of stealth coatings? High temperature, low temperature, rain erosion, ultraviolet radiation...

"The coating adopts a nanoscale multi-layer structure, with each layer optimized for different environments. It has a temperature resistance range of -60℃ to 800℃, passes the rain erosion test for 3000 hours, and passes the UV aging test for 10000 hours. The specific formula is in Chapter 7 Appendix."

The questions are becoming increasingly in-depth and specialized.

But Lin Feng's answers remained consistently calm. He didn't consult materials or notes; all the data, formulas, and principles seemed etched into his mind. Sometimes, when experts asked questions that were unclear, he could pinpoint exactly what they wanted to ask and then provide a more comprehensive answer.

Time passed second by second.

One hour, two hours, four hours...

The atmosphere in the meeting room subtly shifted.

Questioning glances turned to shock; disdainful expressions turned to seriousness; and dissenting voices turned to discussion.

These elderly scientists, who have spent their entire lives chasing, breaking through, and groping in the dark, are now like travelers who have been parched for a long time and have finally received rain, greedily absorbing knowledge that is ahead of its time.

They started discussing with each other, debating the rationality of a certain parameter, and banging their fists on the table over a certain design detail—not out of opposition, but out of excitement.

"Old Liu, look at this lift coefficient curve! It's almost a straight line!"

"I see! This means it can maintain high maneuverability at all speeds!"

"Old Wang, the thrust-to-weight ratio of this knock engine... do the math, isn't it 60% higher than the WS-15?"

"More than that! I've calculated it, it's 72%!"

"Old Chen, how do we solve the energy consumption problem of this plasma stealth technology?"

"Look here, he used a superconducting energy storage system, with enough instantaneous power for 30 seconds..."

The sounds were loud, but full of energy.

Old Zheng sat at the end, quietly watching all of this.

The eighth hour.

The argument in the meeting room gradually subsided.

Everyone had read the parts they could understand—some of the technology was too advanced, and they needed time to digest it. But no one questioned the feasibility of the theory anymore.

Academician Liu was the first to stand up.

The highly respected academician walked up to Lin Feng and extended his wrinkled hand.

"Comrade Lin," his voice was soft, but every word was clear, "I've spent my whole life studying aircraft, from the J-5 to the J-20. I've seen too many breakthroughs, too many leading achievements."

He paused, then gripped Lin Feng's hand tightly:

But this time, it's for real.

After speaking, he turned to Old Zheng, his voice suddenly rising:

"Old Zheng, I think this theory is entirely feasible! I support the Suzaku project being approved!"

Chief Designer Wang was the second to stand up: "Regarding the engine, I see no theoretical flaws. As long as the materials issue can be resolved, manufacturing it is only a matter of time. I support it!"

Professor Chen's third point: "Stealth technology...is beyond my comprehension. But this theory is perfectly self-consistent, and I support it!"

One, two, three...

All seventeen experts stood up.

Seventeen voices echoed in the conference room:

"support!"

"We have to do it!"

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

Old Zheng slowly stood up.

He looked at Lin Feng, and at his old buddies whose faces were flushed with excitement, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled.

"it is good."

He only said one word.