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Ring ring—

At 4:40 p.m., the school bell rang throughout the campus.

Lin Dong, a student in Class 7(10) of Shishi Middle School, looked out the window as the early winter sun shone in, casting a faint patch of light on the floor tiles. He stretched, put his biology textbook back on the desk, and walked to Xu Qingling, who was in the middle of the classroom.

"We're leaving, we're going back."

"Wait a minute, let me finish this question."

Xu Qingling finished the last exercise, then closed the workbook, stood up, and said happily, "This way I don't have to do homework when I get home."

"I finished my homework before get out of class was even over," Lin Dong said with a smile, glancing at Xia Ran, who was packing her books one seat away from Xu Qingling.

"Xia Ran, we'll head back now and tell Huang Qingyao and the others later."

"Okay, take care."

Xia Ran looked up at Lin Dong, then lowered her head again and slowly packed her things.

"Xia Ran, see you tomorrow."

Xu Qingling quickly packed up her books, waved to Xia Ran, and then leaned close to Lin Dong, saying, "Mom sent me the photos from last night's birthday party. Will you send them to Zhang Zihua later?"

"Okay." Lin Dong nodded, indicating that there was no problem.

"Oh, right."

Xu Qingling thought of something: "When I came to school at noon today, I heard Li Tao say something on the way."

The US deployed two aircraft carriers to our waters last month, and this month it was made public in their news. They said their father saw the news and was so angry he slammed his fist on the table at home.

"That's normal, it's part of the Asia-Pacific strategy."

Lin Dong responded with a smile.

Although he hadn't paid attention to the movements of American aircraft carriers in his previous life, he wasn't at all surprised that the US had deployed two aircraft carriers to the open sea.

After all, that black president was outwardly friendly, but in reality he had been talking about the Asia-Pacific strategy for several years and actually took action on the economic front... He was definitely the most difficult president the country had encountered in the last thirty years.

"They're easy to bully."

Xu Qingling frowned and left the classroom with Lin Dong while they were chatting.

In the classroom, Xia Ran packed up her textbooks, watched Xu Qingling and Lin Dong disappear into the corridor for two seconds, paused without saying anything, and walked to the back door of the next classroom, 7(11), with her backpack on.

"Wait, Xia Ran, are you all alone?"

Huang Qingyao, Su Yue, and Zhang Xuebin came out.

Seeing Xia Ran alone outside, Huang Qingyao's eyes widened immediately: "Those two guys ran away again?"

He left right after class.

Xia Ran nodded without saying anything.

Upon hearing this, Huang Qingyao looked up towards the school gate and saw Xu Qingling walking down the first-floor corridor, waving to her to go back first. She gritted her teeth and shouted, "You ungrateful wretch!"

"Let's leave them be and go back... Tomorrow I'll report them to the homeroom teacher of Class 10 for dating too early."

After Huang Qingyao finished shouting, she snorted and called Su Yue to run to Class 7 (9) and tell Jiang Caiping and Li Tao to go back.

"You're still waving at Huang Qingyao..."

Hearing Huang Qingyao's furious shouts, Lin Dong couldn't help but laugh at Xu Qingling, "She'll come to your house tonight to cause you trouble."

"I just told her we were going back first..."

Xu Qingling stuck out her tongue a little shyly, but quickly said happily, "Let's hurry up and see your new toy."

"No rush, the weather isn't suitable yet, let's wait another fifty minutes." Lin Dong recalled the weather warning he saw at noon today, but still quickened his pace to keep up with Xu Qingling.

Soon, the two returned to Laboratory 78.

As soon as the door opened and before they even turned the corner, they heard Wang Xingguo cursing and swearing inside.

The two exchanged a glance and quickly walked through the doorway.

The door immediately closed automatically, preventing the sound from spreading outwards.

"Chen Feng, you son of a bitch! Your CETC is dragging its feet on the project. You can't even give a definite timeline for building a synthetic aperture radar, and you're complaining to headquarters that Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group is building radar without authorization?"

"What do you mean by 'rushing for time'? You haven't even had time to digest the technology... Then you should reflect on whether you've worked hard and studied the technology properly all these years..."

Why is it that Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group (CAC) can build the entire fuselage and systems together without any rush, while you guys feel rushed when making a small radar?

"Yes, I said the same thing at the headquarters meeting. Your electronics engineering department may not be capable of making radar, but Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group can. We don't need your dragging your feet and delaying our progress..."

"Then you wait. At the headquarters meeting next month, see if I don't point my finger at you and yell at you, yelling at your electrical engineering department for being lazy, having terrible skills, and being incompetent."

"Even someone like me who works on aircraft can make radar, but you radar engineers can't. You can't even eat the food I'm fed. I might as well submit an application to headquarters and merge your 607th Electronics Department into Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group..."

Wang Xingguo was having a great time when suddenly the secure phone went dead, making him swallow the words he was about to say.

"Damn it! Only three minutes..."

Wang Xingguo put down his phone, somewhat annoyed, and said, "Is this old guy so easily scolded? He's not even as good as Yuan Li..."

"puff--"

Lin Dong couldn't help but laugh.

Chief Engineer Chen from the electrical engineering company called, intending to confront you, but you turned the tables and berated him for three minutes.

You can't win an argument, you can't win a word, so if you don't hang up, when will you ever hang up?

"Ahem, Xiao Dong, Qing Ling..."

When Wang Xingguo saw Lin Dong and Xu Qingling enter, he put away his secure phone and forced an explanation: "I didn't mean to scold him; it really was their problem."

For us tech people, being bad at something is our original sin.

He clearly can't build the radar himself, delaying our progress, and yet he wants to complain to headquarters. When that fails, he even calls to interrogate us... That old bastard, I'm being lenient by not just flying over in a fighter jet to yell at him to his face."

"Ah, yes, yes, yes."

Lin Dong could only respond, "Godfather, you're right."

There was no way around it; it was he who had encouraged Wang Xingguo to let Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group (CAC) develop radar.

Although he didn't expect Wang Xingguo to be so fierce, even though he was in the wrong for stealing business, he could still argue back for three minutes, but ultimately he himself was also the root cause.

"Oh, right."

At this moment, Lin Dong took out his phone, looked at the birthday photos Xu Qingling had sent him yesterday, and handed them to Wang Xingguo, saying, "Godfather, what do you think about this matter..."

"Is it Qingling's birthday?"

Wang Xingguo immediately noticed Xu Qingling wearing the birthday crown.

But the next moment, he noticed the empty seat, glanced at everyone in the photo, and his expression shifted as he guessed something: "This is the cake you saved for Zihua?"

"Uh-huh."

Lin Dong nodded: "He went to participate in a competition and doesn't have time to come back. I wanted to ask... could you reveal the details of Uncle Zhang's matter in advance?"

"It's great that you remember him when you get together. You can also take him out more often... It's good that you people his age can help him out."

Wang Xingguo paused for a moment, then shook his head and said, "As for the matter of early declassification, you asked me about this when you returned from the military exercises earlier this year. My answer at the time was that your university..."

"By the time he gets to university, he might be a failure."

Lin Dong remained silent.

Although Zhang Zihua overcame this incident in his previous life, he even became a core researcher at Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group.

But because it dragged on for too long, it left an indelible mark, and he will be all alone from now on...

"Keeping it a secret is to protect more people; many traces can only be erased over time."

The core R&D team of the J-20 fighter jet is a thorn in the side of the enemy, and no one is sacrificed for no reason.

Once Zihua's father is released from quarantine, the enemy will immediately guess the hidden story and that it is related to the attack on the J-20 fighter jet.

Because in recent years, Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group (CAC) has only put in such a desperate effort on the J-20, a core strategic project.

At that point, all traces and information about him will become the enemy's entry point to spy on the core R&D team of the J-20 fighter jet... Unless, we can make the J-20 fighter jet seem less important to the enemy.

Wang Xingguo responded in silence, then looked at the WZ-8 reconnaissance aircraft on the screen: "For example, if we have seven or eight more pieces of equipment of this level, then the enemy won't care about a J-20 fighter jet anymore."

"Godfather, stop making wishes..."

Lin Dong rolled his eyes.

If seven or eight such strategic weapons were to appear all at once, whether the enemy would go crazy or not, they certainly would.

He might be able to handle it, but the entire Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group team will be completely dismantled by his spinning top.

"So this can only be done slowly. As time goes by, the traces will fade. In another two years, we may not need seven or eight models, just two or three will suffice..."

Because the traces have faded, the cost and risk for the enemy to dig deeper become much greater.

At this point, other strategic projects will attract attention, and the enemy will weigh the pros and cons and stop focusing on the J-20 project. Then, not only Zihua's father, but everyone can be released from quarantine.

After Wang Xingguo finished speaking, he shook his head and didn't continue on this topic. He turned to look at the images of the Wuzhen-8 on the screen.

"Both of these WZ-8 reconnaissance aircraft are ready, and the relevant permissions and satellite channels have been applied for. You can play with them if you want... but be careful not to cross the line."

When asked not to cross the line, Wang Xingguo's expression became very serious.

Although his superiors told him not to interfere with Lin Dong's personal interests and hobbies.

However, he felt that the leader didn't have a deep enough understanding of Lin Dong's favorite hobbies, otherwise they would definitely have held back a little...

"Don't worry, I won't cross the line."

Lin Dong quickly patted his chest and assured them, "Last time when we were fighting the Lightning fighters, I didn't cross the line. I waited until they came in before I made my move. Besides, this WZ-8 is just a big toy for reconnaissance and photography. It's not like the Hot Hot, which doesn't have any weapons on board... You can rest assured."

"I'd be even more worried if he didn't have any weapons..."

Wang Xingguo rolled his eyes: "Your Hot Laser, if you really want to play around with it, has that little power, but this thing and the reconnaissance accuracy... I'm afraid you've scanned the entire Earth."

With that, Wang Xingguo ignored Lin Dong and turned to Xu Qingling: "Qingling, keep an eye on him for me, don't let him go crazy..."

"Understood, Uncle Wang."

Xu Qingling nodded obediently: "Lin Dong just wants to find the American aircraft carrier."

Look for the US aircraft carrier... or something else?

Wang Xingguo's lips twitched, realizing he had given a false report. He sighed wearily and said, "Go ahead and search, as long as it's not an aircraft carrier. You're my lords now, but be careful not to get caught by the Roarer electronic warfare aircraft. I'm going to report to my superiors..."