Reborn in 2011, I am the chief designer of aerospace.

Song Xingye's eyes lit up instantly: "Tell me quickly."

"The Yinghuo-1 probe was to be launched by Country R, ​​so Nanjing University of Aeronautics and Astronautics helped the East China Institute of Aeronautics and Astronautics translate a batch of Russian meeting minutes. These should contain some declassified digital models and sketches, but it's uncertain whether they will be of significant use?"

After a moment's hesitation, Song Xingye decisively said, "Where's the information? I need to see it."

Speaking of this, Jiang Mian pursed her lips somewhat awkwardly, "These meeting minutes... seem to be original paper documents, probably locked in the confidential room on the top floor of the library, together with the old files. That's a restricted area for China Southern Airlines; as an outsider, you probably wouldn't even be able to get in."

Song Xingye was dampened by the cold water, but he was not discouraged. Instead, his eyes lit up when he heard the word "confidential room".

He leaned forward, staring at Jiang Mian. "You should be able to go into the confidential room to look up information, right?"

"I'm fine with that. I'm a PhD student at this university; my advisor can give me a pass. But the problem is... the library card has a photo, and our genders don't match, so I can't just make you get in..."

As Jiang Mian spoke, her voice grew softer and softer under Song Xingye's expectant and encouraging gaze.

Finally, in a barely audible, and very hesitant voice, she asked, "You wouldn't be thinking of... letting me sneak in and recite hundreds of pages of meeting minutes to you, would you?"

Judging from Song Xingye's reaction, this was clearly his intention.

"I know you have a good memory, so remember as much as you can. Also... could you do me another favor and go to the confidential room to find another, more important file...?"

……

The lone man and woman stayed in the coffee shop until dusk. The waiter, seeing that the window seat, which had been "occupied" all day, was finally free, got up to clean it.

Although the two of them didn't bring in much revenue, the handsome man and beautiful woman sitting by the window were quite a sight to behold, which was a free way to elevate the cafe's image.

After Song Xingye returned to the budget hotel near the school, Jiang Mian took out her phone and nervously dialed her tutor's number.

"study?"

On the phone, Professor Zhang sounded quite surprised, "Wow, did the sun rise in the west today? You actually managed to utter those two words?"

"Teacher... I'm not that lazy, am I?"

Jiang Mian complained in a coquettish tone, then got to the point, "Recently, I've become particularly interested in the topic of Mars exploration and want to delve deeper into it. Didn't our Nanjing University of Aeronautics and Astronautics participate in the design of Yinghuo-1, right..."

"So you're not even going to spare the meeting minutes? You have to go to the confidential room?"

"Oh, I just want to see how the experts from both countries argue... I mean, how they exchange technical information! Maybe I can pick up some important knowledge points? Learning should be inclusive, right, teacher?"

Professor Zhang was amused. "Hehe, if you want to study Mars exploration, there are many related research papers from abroad. For example, there are research papers on Mariner, Pathfinder, Odyssey, Spirit, and Phoenix."

"That's true..."

Jiang Mian gave a perfunctory reply and started rambling again, "However, those foreign papers omit countless steps in the process. After all, Yinghuo-1 was designed by ourselves, so it has more value for reference and learning!"

"Hmm, you have a point. Alright, it's good that you have this kind of ambition..."

Professor Zhang breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if a cabbage he had been cultivating for four years had finally come to fruition. "Here's what we'll do," he said, "come to my office tomorrow morning, and I'll write you a note. Then take your graduate student ID to the confidential office and have them find that meeting minutes for you."

After thanking her repeatedly, Jiang Mian hung up the phone with a sigh of relief.

She gently patted her wildly beating heart; this was the first time in her life she had lied to her teacher…

What's even more subtle is that Jiang Mian seems to be getting a little addicted to doing bad things. How exciting!

Cotton felt that it had fallen into depravity.

……

But soon, she found it no longer exciting.

The next morning, Jiang Mian stood downstairs at the library, clutching the thin borrowing slip issued by Professor Zhang, gazing at the towering building in front of her, her legs involuntarily trembling.

"Can you stop being such a coward, sis?"

Song Xingye stood to the side with his arms crossed, looking relaxed, and said, "Just relax and walk in confidently. I'll be waiting for your triumphant return outside! After it's all done, you can have all the salted duck, beef potstickers, osmanthus-flavored taro, and red bean dumplings you want..."

Damn it, you bastard, it's not like you're the one who went into the confidential room.

Easier said than done.

Jiang Mian muttered to herself, and then thought of salted duck with its salty, savory, tender, and firm meat.

She swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and cautiously walked up the marble steps toward the library.

Take the elevator directly to the sixth floor of the library and walk to the dark red door of the confidential office.

The confidential room on the top floor is a highly classified area for China Southern Airlines. Even the computers here cannot be connected to the internet, making it an absolutely physically isolated space.

Every day after the library opens, both the system administrator and the security officer must be present to swipe their cards and enter their passwords in order to open the door to the confidential room.

When Jiang Mian arrived, the door to the confidential room was already open.

An elderly man with gray hair sat at the entrance, squinting as he scrutinized each visitor.

Whether from exhaustion or nervousness, she walked over breathlessly, her legs feeling weak.

As Jiang Mian wiped her sweat, she felt guilty, thinking that the old man seemed to be staring intently at her out of the corner of his eye.

"Teacher... I've come to the confidential room to borrow some materials. This is the borrowing slip from Professor Zhang Min, and this is my graduate student ID..."

She handed the slip of paper and her identification to the old man sitting by the door. He quickly checked them and then slowly pushed a registration book over: "Register, put your fingerprints on!"

"..."

"Alright, come in with me."

The old man made a note of the visitor, then waved for Jiang Mian to follow him inside.

She was seated at a table between two rows of file shelves, and she went to find the Russian-translated meeting minutes without any trouble.

The old man knew everything about this place. He remembered the location of every roll of blueprints, as well as information on all the failed, abandoned, unapproved, and even halted projects.

Soon, the other party picked and chose, and brought out two folders with blue covers.

"These are the meeting minutes you're looking for regarding the Yinghuo-1 detector. They're all originals; there are no copies. Please handle them carefully and don't get them dirty!"

After the old man finished giving his instructions with a serious expression, Jiang Mian readily agreed.

"Okay, you keep an eye on things for now. If you need anything, just come to me. Don't wander around or look at any other documents without permission, understand?"

"Okay, teacher!"

After saying that, the old man slowly walked away with his hands behind his back, moved a chair and sat down not far from the entrance, his view encompassing the entire confidential room.

Jiang Mian sat at her desk and pretended to look through the meeting minutes in her hand for a while.

There wasn't much content inside, and she read and memorized as she went. With her amazing memory, she quickly memorized most of it.

Then, Jiang Mian pretended to be tired, stretched, and secretly glanced at the door out of the corner of her eye.

Seeing that the old man was engrossed in reading a martial arts novel, I turned to look at the shelf next to me.

The entire confidential room was rectangular, with rows of long iron shelves along the walls, neatly arranged with documents bound in hard folders.

Each shelf has an index card attached, which is probably a label for classifying these materials and making them easier to find.

Jiang Mian's heart suddenly raced because the extra information Song Xingye had asked her to find was on a nearby file shelf.

Salyut 7... Space Station.

In the 90s, a time of "crossing the river by feeling the bear's fur," many people actively purchased a large number of data drawings from the Lavochkin Design Bureau, Kamov Design Bureau, and other institutions in R country.

After all, back then, the Russians were so poor they couldn't afford to pay wages, so they were willing to sell anything.

Even valuable wind tunnel test data were treated as freebies or even as waste paper.

Among the documents that China Southern Airlines acquired were files related to Salyut 7.

That should be an old file, which was said to have been forcibly sealed because the contents were too bizarre and strange, and the original has long been included in the aerospace archives.

But few people know that China Southern Airlines also kept a photocopy.

This is what Song Xingye is looking for.

He wanted to ask Jiang Mian to take a look at what exactly was written in the data of Salyut 7.