Forced to marry a disabled man in the countryside? I'll repay you tenfold!

"Even if our weaponry is temporarily outdated, our radar technology cannot lag behind! We can't be blind and not even be able to see how many fighter jets or personnel the enemy has deployed. How can we fight a war like that? Information warfare is the future!"

The meeting set the tone: whoever in the country can overcome radar technology and produce results will be awarded a first-class merit, and we must catch up with the United States in the next five to ten years.

Su Wanqing was unaware that the organization had convened a meeting overnight to establish a national-level project, recruiting the most advanced technologies nationwide and offering substantial rewards for meritorious service, all in an effort to break through this radar barrier.

It's even more unknown what significant impact her external radar technology will have.

After dinner, Su Wanqing, Uncle Ding, and Ding Xiaomei went to the ward for a while.

Su Wanqing lay down and took a nap.

In the afternoon, the military indeed sent people to pick her up.

"Uncle, cousin, I have some things to take care of first. I don't know when I'll be finished this afternoon, but I'll go straight home after that. I'll see Yan Shen when he wakes up tomorrow, since I have surgery to perform tomorrow."

I did the math, and tomorrow is the surgery date I had scheduled with that disfigured woman. After the surgery, I can have half a day of outpatient consultations, and then come to see Zhou Yanshen in the afternoon for a consultation. It'll be another day of work in a flash—a perfect deal!

Ding Xiaomei replied, "I'm going back too. I'll go back and cook dinner, feed the chickens and such, and then bring my dad some food this afternoon. If Yan Shen is awake, he can eat; if not, he can continue sleeping. After I bring the food, I'll go home and keep you company."

After agreeing to this, Su Wanqing followed a young soldier and got into the jeep.

The young soldier, surnamed Wang, was Deputy Commander Zhao's personal driver. He looked at Su Wanqing with curiosity—

He had picked up this woman several times that day, and he could hear her legendary stories along the way.

The young soldier, worried that Su Wanqing might be hungry, said, "Comrade Su, the commander instructed us that the place we're going to is a bit far, and he was afraid you'd get hungry, so he specially asked me to buy you two steamed buns. The base is located in a remote place, also for the sake of secrecy."

Su Wanqing, carrying a basket of things, smiled and said, "Thank you. I also brought a lot of good food, so it's no problem to go a long way. Here, this is some homemade pork jerky, it's really delicious."

The young soldier originally intended to give Su Wanqing something to eat, but unexpectedly, in just over ten minutes, Su Wanqing stuffed all sorts of snacks into his food.

He kept glancing at Su Wanqing's basket, watching her take out a piece of food one moment and then pull out a large bag of food the next.

The two of them, like squirrels, never stopped eating and chatting, and time flew by.

After an hour's drive, the young soldier felt he was full; he had never eaten so much in his life.

When Su Wanqing offered him the milk candy pastry again, the young soldier hurriedly waved his hand, saying, "I can't eat anymore, I really can't eat anymore."

Su Wanqing said with a smile, "Come on, have some. It's just a little sugar, enough to fill a gap, nothing else."

When they arrived at their destination, the young soldiers all helped themselves to the vehicle by holding onto the door.

His eyes were filled with admiration as he looked at Su Wanqing—this woman was not only incredibly outstanding in other fields, but she even had a bigger appetite than him; he was truly impressed.

"Comrade Xiao Su, you've arrived?"

Deputy Commander Zhao had just finished a meeting, surrounded by dozens of people, all of whom were experts urgently dispatched from above to learn about fighter jet radar technology. They said that in the next few years, other research could be neglected, but radar technology must be mastered.

Su Wanqing smiled and nodded: "Thanks to you, I've come to collect some data."

To be honest, she was also very excited. This time, she could not only get a fighter jet, but also an upgraded version, plus a random 100x return... She only had to pay for one processing fee to get hundreds of upgraded fighter jets for free. It was a huge profit.

The joy of getting something for free is simply amazing!

Deputy Commander Zhao said cheerfully, "Okay, we just finished our meeting. The higher-ups have temporarily organized a task force and urgently brought in many radar experts. Everyone has just been studying the radar system of this fighter jet."

I'll clear the area right away; they haven't even had lunch yet. You wouldn't believe it, these old guys are acting like they've found a treasure when they see this; they haven't come out since noon. Come on, let's go take a look."

Su Wanqing smiled, fully understanding the scientists of this era—back then, even missiles were handmade. While others used computers to calculate, the older generation relied entirely on their brains and handwriting to calculate; only they themselves knew the hardships involved.

Su Wanqing followed Deputy Commander Zhao to a secret base.

This place is heavily guarded and is currently the most important confidential location.

In the spacious hangar, a silver-gray fighter jet sat quietly, surrounded by tight security.

Inside, dozens of experts were working on different parts of the body, and others were fiddling with instruments, creating a bustling scene.

The arrival of Deputy Commander Zhao and Su Wanqing went unnoticed by anyone. He coughed helplessly and raised his voice:

"Alright, alright, stop fiddling around! You've been working on this since it arrived, for hours on end, without even eating. There's still plenty of time, take a break, grab something to eat, and then come back and continue."

"Do you want to hear the nonsense you're spouting? We haven't even figured out how to use radar, how dare we go out to eat?"

"That's right. Time is so tight right now. The country has given us such a precious opportunity. The international situation is tense, and we may have to return the items at any time. Before that happens, I will never leave, even if you kill me."

"That's right, this is truly advanced American technology. I've only just started using it, how can I go eat? No, no, I'm not eating."

"You know what, this old American radar is really powerful. Just one of them interfered with our entire system, making us detect so many fighter jets. We have to figure this thing out thoroughly."

A jumble of noises erupted, and these old scholars completely ignored Deputy Commander Zhao.

Deputy Commander Zhao sighed and said, "Alright, I know none of you want to leave, but you have to have a meal before you come back to discuss things, right? You can't just keep going without eating, can you?"

Another thing is that you all just went to eat, so we need to clear the area so that Comrade Su Wanqing can collect some information on her own. This was something I applied for from the organization yesterday and it was approved. Su Wanqing has done a great service for us, not only contributing the achievement of a thousand catties of corn per mu, but also providing mechanical blueprints and fertilizer technology.

Furthermore, her husband, Comrade Zhou Yanshen, was a great hero in this capture of the fighter jet. Without Comrade Zhou Yanshen leading the raid, we would not have been able to obtain this aircraft.

After Deputy Commander Zhao explained, everyone thought they would leave, but to their surprise, no one moved after he finished speaking, and they continued their research as usual.