Jindu Airplane Design Institute.
Stars were everywhere.
At this moment, the residents of Jin Du City had already fallen asleep.
However, the design institute was brightly lit. The technicians were burning the midnight oil, painstakingly developing the design of the fifth-generation fighter jet.
"Chief designer, you've been tired for a day. We can handle the work on hand now.”
In the office, Gan Ning, an aerospace expert, asked worriedly.
"It's fine! Now was the critical moment of research and development! The J-12 had to be developed this year! This way, we can completely get rid of the aircraft design structure of other countries and implement independent research and development!”
The white-haired Song Zhixuan waved his hand and replied firmly with his old face.
"Oh right, how's Wen Lie doing? It's late at night. I'll just watch from here. Let him go back and rest first!”
Song Zhixuan suddenly asked.
Gan Ning sighed."I just came from Vice President Yang. He refused to rest, so he asked me to persuade you to rest…"
" Ha…No wonder Wen Lie is known as the Desperate Saburo. He can endure a month of high-intensity work…"
Song Zhixuan suddenly changed the topic and said,""However, the sword is still young. I can't lose to him with my old bones!
Xiao Ning, go and make me a cup of coffee. Make one for Wen Lie too!”
This…
Alright then!
Gan Ning nodded helplessly. He looked at Song Zhixuan's aged face and was moved.
This is the backbone of our country!
It is precisely because of such a person that our aircraft technology can be compared to the world and not be abandoned by the times.
If you fall behind, you will be beaten. This is an eternal principle.
After an era of development, China's national strength had advanced by leaps and bounds, and it already possessed the demeanor of a great country!
In order to ensure that they could always stand at the forefront of the world, comprehensive national strength and military strength were extremely important.
This was especially true for fighter jets, which were the biggest killing machines on the battlefield. If that country developed a new generation of fighter jets, it would have a significant effect on air superiority and military intimidation.
Song Zhixuan and Yang Wenlie had to be concerned about this!
"Hmm…Why do I suddenly feel sleepy?”
At this moment, Song Zhixuan suddenly felt that his eyelids were a little heavy. He could not help but sit on a chair to rest.
"Sigh, time waits for no man. I'm old and can't be compared to young men anymore…I'll lie down and rest first!”
Song Zhixuan was getting more and more sleepy, and he had no choice but to lie on the table and doze off for a while.
In just a few seconds, she fell asleep.
"Yawn…"
On the other side, Yang Wenlie, who was studying with his pen, couldn't help but yawn.
"Strange, why do I suddenly feel so sleepy…"
Yang Wenlie stretched out his face and his consciousness gradually became hazy. In the end, like Song Zhixuan, he fell asleep on the table.
Not long after, Gan Ning returned."Chief designer, the coffee you wanted…Eh!”
When Gan Ning saw Song Zhixuan sleeping at the table, he couldn't help but pause.
Then, he gently put down the coffee and found a towel to cover Song Zhixuan.
"The chief designer is too tired.”
Gan Ning chuckled and tiptoed out of the office.
At this moment, a young technician suddenly walked over and whispered,""Specialist Gan, Deputy Chief Designer Yang is asleep. Should we send him back to his room?”
"Eh? Wen Lie is asleep too?" Gan Ning was a little confused, but he quickly understood.
"It just so happens that the chief designer has fallen asleep just now. The recent research and development work has been too tiring. Even a man made of iron can't withstand it.
Remember, when you carry them back to their rooms later, be gentle. Don't wake them up!”
"Don't worry, I know all this. It's not the first time I've done this.”
"Okay, let's go!"
“……”
……
The scene returned to the Falcon Battalion.
At this time, Xiao Han had already washed up and returned to his room after dinner.
"Ding! The designated characters, Song Zhixuan and Yang Wenlie, have been instilled with the fighter jet research and development technology!”
The system notification suddenly sounded in his mind.
"Imbuing them with fighter jet technology won't cause any hidden dangers to their brains, right? For example, the side effects?"
Xiao Han asked with some worry. After all, if he made things worse, this joke would be too big!
[No!] The system denied it firmly. Injecting knowledge would only make them sleep!
They would only treat it as a dream, but the research and development knowledge of the fighter jet was imprinted in their minds. When they woke up, they would only feel a sudden inspiration. They would not notice the slightest abnormality!”
Phew...
Xiao Han let out a long sigh of relief.
"This is the best! I really look forward to them developing the J-20 as soon as possible…I really can't wait!”
"However, when I think about how I managed to settle all of this without anyone noticing, I suddenly feel like I'm the big boss behind the scenes!”
"How interesting!"
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