Genius is just the threshold for me!

"Godfather, I'm a genuine Chengdu Flying Man..."

Lin Dong had something to say at this point, and immediately retorted, "My Hot Spicy aircraft are all fighter jets or aerial photography drones. I didn't design any other aircraft. These are all projects pushed over by headquarters."

"Mechanical dogs, exoskeleton armor, swarm drones..."

Wang Xingguo immediately listed three things, and finally, not knowing how to complain, said, "Now Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group is even researching lithium batteries. I'm embarrassed to say that I work in aircraft manufacturing when I go out to meetings."

"..."

Lin Dong was speechless.

Instead of taking the note Wang Xingguo handed him, he directly logged into the internal database provided by his superiors and found the specific information about the two projects.

"etc?"

Wang Xingguo's eyes widened in disbelief upon seeing this series of actions: "You even have access to this think tank's database? Full access at that?"

"What's wrong with this database?"

Lin Dong turned around and asked curiously, "This was given to me by my boss around the New Year. He said I could come in and take a look if I had nothing to do... Is there a problem?"

"No...no problem."

Wang Xingguo opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he just stared at the ceiling and remained silent.

"Honestly, you only say half of what you mean."

Lin Dong muttered something to himself and carefully examined the information on the two projects, paying particular attention to the information on the large bomber.

After all, he already knew about carrier-based early warning aircraft in his previous life; it was the KJ-600 early warning aircraft.

However, this large bomber, the H-20 project rumored in my previous life, has always been shrouded in mystery, with very little information available.

"With a payload of 25 to 30 tons and a range of 13000 kilometers, it features a stealth design with an under-fuselage bomb bay and can carry conventional cruise missiles, precision-guided bombs, and nuclear-tipped cruise missiles. Supersonic speed is not required..."

After carefully reading through the project requirements, Lin Dong couldn't help but mutter, "Are the requirements really that low? Apart from a stealth design, everything else, whether it's payload or range, can't even compare to the Tu-160 White Swan."

"Such a large bomber, requiring stealth design, and the requirements are low?" Wang Xingguo couldn't help but widen his eyes when he heard this muttering.

"It's just so-so."

"The main problem is that missiles are too powerful now. Even if they can be invisible, they can only fire stealthily without supersonic speed, and they can't go directly to the front line."

Lin Dong glanced at the early warning aircraft project and quickly made a decision, pointing to the bomber project: "This one... I'll modify the plan later, no problem, right?"

"Bombers, you mean?"

Wang Xingguo nodded and readily agreed, "As long as the current project requirements are met, you can change anything else."

For military-related projects, headquarters only provides the requirements; how to actually implement them is entirely up to them, so they have absolute autonomy.

As long as the final performance meets the requirements, even if you create a creature that is neither fish nor fowl, it will still be a mythical beast.

"That's fine. Such a large aircraft platform can be designed with many functions. It would be a waste to make it just a bomber. It's outdated."

Lin Dong turned his head and asked, "When will this project start? The J-16D project is still in its later stages and hasn't been completed yet."

"It's still uncertain, at least until the second half of the year."

This is just a preliminary project proposal; details regarding personnel and funding won't be clear in the short term.

Wang Xingguo said seriously, "In addition, I also need to go to headquarters for a meeting to fight with Xi'an Aircraft Industry Group and snatch this project away."

Those guys have wanted to do a big bombing for a long time, but they never had the funding to start the project. Now that they've finally got funding, they definitely want to choose this one.

Originally, both projects were the responsibility of Xi'an Aircraft Industry Group (XAC), but when reporting to their superiors last week, they said that the external environment had changed recently, equipment requirements had accelerated, and the timelines had converged, making it impossible for XAC to handle them all on its own.

"Just as headquarters learned that our J-16D was in its later stages, they brought us in. In this situation, headquarters might prioritize Xi'an Aircraft Industry Group as our option."

Has the external environment changed?

Lin Dong's expression shifted, and he asked seriously, "What's going on?"

"What else could it be? They can't stand us developing industry and upgrading our industries. They want us to keep doing low-end industries and keep providing them with cheap services."

Wang Xingguo took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Right now, it's just some actions related to the economy, foreign trade, and regional relations."

However, as industry and manufacturing further upgrade, their interests begin to suffer, and military means cannot be ignored, since military strength is fundamental no matter what they do.

Done.

Wang Xingguo picked up the note he had brought, threw it into the shredder, and turned to walk towards the door: "I'm leaving now. Take these cherries home and eat them as soon as possible; they won't taste good if left for a day or two."

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Time flies, and it's already late June.

On the summer solstice, the weather became increasingly hot, with an average temperature of 26 degrees Celsius. Lin Dong had already changed into short sleeves and thin trousers.

On Friday afternoon, around 4 p.m., a group of friends were walking home after school.

"Wow!"

"The signal is unstable again, what the heck..."

Zhang Yihao lagged behind, talking on his phone with his uncle.

But suddenly, static came through the receiver, and the call was cut off shortly afterward.

"You called your uncle?"

Everyone stopped when they heard the noise, and as Zhang Yihao approached, Li Tao immediately asked, "From Zhejiang?"

"Yes, it was the same at this time yesterday."

Zhang Yihao said somewhat irritably, "My grandmother is sick, and I was just about to ask my uncle about his condition."

"I think I know the reason..."

Li Tao seemed to have thought of something: "A big shot on the forum said that the day before yesterday, the American 'Growlers' started patrolling outside our border every afternoon and evening, and sometimes they would interfere with and affect the signals along the eastern coast."

"Damn, are they crazy? They've got an electronic warfare aircraft but they're too afraid to cross the line."

Zhang Yihao was speechless for a moment, then said, "So, does that mean I have to avoid making phone calls at this time from now on?"

"Then you should just avoid it."

It is said that the Americans want us to shoot down their F-35 Lightning fighter jets.

Another task is to locate radar, hoping to recreate the major air incident of the 1990s.

Li Tao said with a smile, "But this time we didn't have a military exercise, we weren't fooled, and the radar wasn't even turned on."

Every day, fighter jets would take off continuously to visually verify the authenticity of events; this was considered training.

"They've been pacing around barking like crazy in front of my house, and you're still laughing..." Zhang Yihao said irritably, giving them the middle finger.

"Otherwise, isn't this what you said before about maintaining strategic focus?"

Li Tao shrugged: "I saw this at home yesterday, cursed for a while, but then my anger subsided. At least compared to the one in the 1990s that destroyed the entire coastal defense line, this time is better..."

"Damn it, who told us we don't have electronic warfare aircraft? Those guys at Shenyang Aircraft Corporation have been talking about developing electronic warfare aircraft for years, but there's still not a single sign of it!"

Li Tao's strategic composure lasted less than five seconds before he couldn't help but curse as he spoke.

"..."

Hearing the cursing, Zhang Yihao felt relieved and patted Li Tao on the shoulder: "Hearing you curse over something like this makes it feel normal now. I wasn't used to it just now."

"Get out! Get out!"

Li Tao slapped Zhang Yihao's hand away in annoyance.

"Hahaha!"

Zhang Yihao laughed, and the others couldn't help but laugh too.

In the crowd, Xu Qingling smiled and her gaze involuntarily turned to Lin Dong.

"Shall we go to the lab together later?" Lin Dong asked with a soft laugh.

Xu Qingling was taken aback for a moment, then, as if remembering something, she nodded happily: "Okay."

Back in the residential compound, everyone else went home, while Lin Dong and Xu Qingling went to laboratory number 78...

"Dad's been working overtime a lot lately, um..."

Enter the outer perimeter of the base and walk outside the laboratory.

Xu Qingling looked around to make sure no one was watching, then walked over to Lin Dong and asked in a low voice, "Is it all done?"

"Um."

Lin Dong nodded, walked to the laboratory, entered the password and fingerprint to open the door, went inside and replied, "We started final assembly last week... it should be finished today."

Compared to the WZ-8, which only took a few days to complete its final assembly, the J-16D, as a large fighter jet, had significantly more assembly difficulties and procedures, taking a week to complete.

Lin Dong said a few words, turned on the lab screen, entered the password to start the server, and then accessed the largest assembly workshop of Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group through an internal network address.

Di-

A large assembly scene in progress appeared on a 200-inch screen.

Wang Xingguo, Chen Jianhua, Xu Ziming, Xia Tianqiang, and dozens of core engineers from Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group were wearing full dustproof suits.

Using various mechanical lifting tools and equipment, precision instruments and equipment for automated production are continuously installed onto a large, silver-white fighter jet in the center of the workshop. The jet is 22 meters long, has a wingspan of 14 meters, and is 6.4 meters high.

"Wow, it's huge..."

Xu Qingling stared at the personnel on the screen, who looked tiny compared to the fighter jets. Her eyes widened, and she quickly locked onto Xu Ziming's figure. She then turned around and asked, "Are these J-16Ds really that big?"

Although she had always known the size of large fighter jets, the literal parameters and this intuitive visual comparison gave her a completely different feeling.

"Well, thirteen of you lying on the ground, that's just about its length."

Lin Dong smiled and nodded, looking at the screen expectantly, "We'll finish final assembly tonight, and tomorrow and the day after, we'll repeatedly check and test according to the procedures. If there are no problems, we can have a test flight the day after tomorrow afternoon..."