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

Lin Meihua nodded seriously, feeling that there was some truth to what she said.

But just as he was about to leave, he suddenly stopped, turned back, and looked at him with a hint of guilt and hesitation.

"Xiao Su, there's something else... I almost forgot."

Su Wanqing was about to ask about another document, but seeing that he had something to say, she put it down first: "Please go ahead."

"Well, it's not that I'm deliberately bothering you, but I really have no other choice. This is the same Mr. Qian you know. He reluctantly came to me and asked me to ask you."

Their research on fighter jets is thorough, but they are missing one crucial component—the core casing of the turbofan engine. Everything else is complete, but our country cannot manufacture the high-temperature resistant single-crystal blades and the precision casting process for the casing.

The theory is there, the materials are there, but the technology and equipment can't keep up. That's where we're stuck. The original plan was to build a prototype within six months, but now it looks like it will be delayed for several years.

Deputy Commander Zhao's voice grew softer as he spoke, "Old Qian asked me to ask you, since your friend can get his hands on the actual fighter jet and the complete set of blueprints, could you also think of a way to get the nickel-based single-crystal high-temperature alloy technology related to the engine?"

Deputy Commander Zhao looked guilty. He knew that Su Wanqing had done enough; she had brought in the fighter jets and provided the analytical diagrams, essentially laying the answer directly on the table. Yet, they couldn't even copy it properly.

Ultimately, the country's foundation is weak, and it has too many debts.

Su Wanqing felt that the name sounded familiar after hearing it.

After thinking for a moment, her expression turned slightly strange. She silently opened the spatial shop, glanced at the item with the long string of names that had appeared yesterday, and then read it aloud:

Is it called "Complete Directional Solidification Process for Nickel-Based Single-Crystal Superalloys"?

Deputy Commander Zhao's eyes lit up and he immediately nodded: "Yes, yes, that's the name! That's how it is—well, we were just asking. It would be best if your friend could get it, but it's okay if he can't. This is a core secret of the United States, and it's tightly sealed off all over the world."

Moreover, this technology is not only applicable to fighter jet engines, but also to aerospace rockets, the nuclear industry, and precision manufacturing. Once a breakthrough is achieved, the entire industrial system can benefit.

He became more and more agitated as he spoke, but then felt ashamed of himself and quickly stopped.

Lin Meihua, who was listening nearby, couldn't hold back any longer. "Commander, aren't you going too far? Why do you ask Comrade Xiao Su about everything you need? Comrade Xiao Su isn't a wish-granting machine!"

She's always asking for this and that, wanting us to solve everything. She doesn't owe us anything, and we've already gotten so much stuff, what more do we want?

They just set up another high-purity tungsten production line, which was already overwhelming enough, and now you're asking for something else, it's never-ending... Shouldn't we give people a break?"

Isn't the commander's meaning quite clear? He's basically sending Su Wanqing's friend to the US to steal it.

But how risky is this? Can't we let people take a break?

Deputy Commander Zhao blushed deeply at her words and waved his hands repeatedly, "Yes, yes, I know I'm putting her in a difficult position. There was nothing we could do before, but now that we have Xiao Su as a hope, I'm just asking, in case. Xiao Su, don't feel pressured. It would be great if it works, but it's okay if it doesn't. The organization will remember your kindness."

Seeing that the two were about to start arguing, Su Wanqing finally coughed, her expression becoming increasingly strange, and slowly spoke:

"Um... please stop arguing. This nickel-based single-crystal superalloy you're talking about..."

She paused for a moment, realizing it was a bit far-fetched herself, "Well, this thing actually exists."

Before she could finish speaking, there was a muffled thud—the two of them turned around abruptly to look at her, only to bump into each other hard. Lin Meihua clutched her head and cried out in pain.

Deputy Commander Zhao, ignoring the pain, grimaced and leaned closer, his voice distorted:

"Comrade Xiao Su! This is no joke! Are you serious? I just asked, and you haven't even contacted your friend yet, how can you say you're pregnant? Maybe... you should go ask your friend first?"

He was so nervous that he could barely speak, fearing that his hopes would be dashed.

Lin Meihua, standing next to her, didn't even bother to rub her forehead anymore. Her eyes were wide open like saucers. No, was Su Wanqing really a wish-granting machine?

Now, she's asking Su Wanqing's friend to bring over the foreign exchange documents worth billions of dollars, which are the most expensive part of foreign trade. Is that feasible?

(If Su Wanqing knew, she would definitely think: "I'll get all the bags from overseas free shopping next month.")

Su Wanqing opened the Merit Shop again, confirming that this was exactly what the country wanted.

She didn't know what this thing was used for before, but now that she knows it's the core technology of fighter jet engines and something the country is currently in dire need of, what else can she do?

That's the only option left.

Five thousand merit points will be deducted!

My heart aches. Ugh! How can I accumulate more merit points?

She closed the store page with a heavy heart, then looked up at Deputy Commander Zhao and said, "No need to ask about that. My friend mentioned before that he was going to ship this over, but he's been busy lately and hasn't had time to deliver it yet."

The main problem is that the items were still lying in the space shop a second ago, and she hadn't had a chance to buy them yet. Otherwise, she could have sent them to Bright Moon Lake to pick them up today.

"So he told me that he would send this batch of things over in the next couple of days. I figured since it hasn't arrived yet, I wouldn't say anything for now, and I'd bring it up when it does. Since you've asked about this, I'll give you a definite answer—this stuff does exist, and it's a complete production process that can directly manufacture the single-crystal blades and casings you need."

Su Wanqing said confidently, "Don't worry, it's already been bought."

Lin Meihua covered her forehead; the impact had left a red mark, and the pain made her gasp for breath.

Deputy Commander Zhao, being thick-skinned and resilient, didn't take it seriously at all, clapping his hands and laughing like a child.

"Great! Xiao Su, this news came at just the right time!"

He was so excited that he first gave a perfect military salute, then stepped forward, grasped Su Wanqing's hand, and bowed several times. "On behalf of the people of the whole country, on behalf of the organization, on behalf of Qian Lao, and on behalf of all comrades in the aviation field, thank you! If our country's fighter jets can really be built and fly, advancing the technological progress of an entire generation, it will all be thanks to you and your friend!"

Su Wanqing blushed at his praise and smiled, "It's my duty to do something for the country. I'm honored and happy."

Deputy Commander Zhao wrung his hands anxiously: "Alright, I'll report this immediately! These two things—one is high-purity tungsten refining technology, and the other is single-crystal high-temperature alloy processing technology—are exactly what the country urgently needs right now. Providing these when the country needs them most is like sending charcoal in snowy weather. The organization will not forget you, nor will it let down anyone who truly dedicates themselves to the country."