Chapter 44 Daxia's true world layout! Lu Ze: Teacher, I understand! (Please subscribe!)

Xiake Institute.

In the dean's office.

"The news should have reached Eagle Sauce, right?"

Zheng Lixing took a puff of his pipe and said cheerfully, "I wonder how they will react? Have they ever thought that we can also build a fifth-generation fighter?"

The J-20 project has been covered up for two or three years, and now there is finally an opportunity to fight for the entire Daxia Air Force.

Even though there is still some time before the first flight, I believe it will not be too far away.

"Ahem. Old Zheng, I've told you so many times not to smoke in my office." Zhang Yuli coughed twice and dispersed the smoke: "Besides, if you want to smoke, smoke better."

He always smokes low-quality tobacco. If not for his own health, he should also consider how others feel when they smell it, right?

"I'm used to it. I can't get used to smoking good cigarettes." Zheng Lixing quickly put out the cigarette.

"Let's get back to the point. I guess the Eagles are having a headache right now."

Zhang Yuli took a sip of tea, his brows full of joking: "Next we will wait and see their reaction, it will be fun to watch."

At this time, Daxia's disclosure of the development plan of the J-20 fighter jet is by no means as simple as demonstrating its own military strength.

He didn't believe that with the intelligence analysis capabilities of the Eagle Sauce, they couldn't discover that Daxia was developing fifth-generation aircraft in recent years?
Even those "wall-climbers" outside the 611 Institute have heard about it. If the CIa had no information at all, all its staff would have been laid off long ago.

The reason why he didn't say anything was that he pretended not to see it, and he even didn't believe that Daxia could develop it so quickly.

One of the most critical issues involves whether to shut down the F22 fighter production line, which is also the most serious disagreement between the Eagle-Sauce military-industrial complex, Congress, and the Ministry of Defense.

As they were fighting fiercely, Daxia announced the successful taxi test of the J-20 at this time. It is conceivable how much trouble this would cause within the Eagle Sauce.

"It's good this way. The more chaotic the Eagle Sauce is, the better it is for us. We have to thank this mysterious organization for this." Zheng Lixing sighed.

This is not only for the mysterious organization to be able to better "fish in troubled waters", but also for Daxia to better develop its economy and accumulate strength.

It can be said that if there were no "mysterious organization", they would probably have to continue to endure for many years before they could achieve their goals.

But things are different now. In the developing situation in the Middle East, he wants to see if the Eagle Sauce dares to take action.

This world has been the boss for too long, it's time to change the master.

At this time.

"Hello, Academician Zheng Lixing and President Zhang Yuli."

"Notice, you are requested to attend an emergency meeting at 7pm."

At the same time, the news was spreading as the two had expected.

Stationed at Kadena Air Base, Okinawa, Japan.

This is the largest air force base in the entire Asia-Pacific region, with more than 30,000 soldiers stationed here, hundreds of fighter jets, bombers and several aviation regiments.

At the same time, it is also the closest military base to Daxia, like a thorn in the throat. It can be said that it is regarded as a thorn in the eye and a thorn in the flesh by Daxia. How can it allow others to snore next to its bed?

now.

The new commander, Brigadier General Prei Gemil, lay in his office chair, smoking a cigar quietly and comfortably.

Although he was not the highest commander in Neon, and was far inferior to the five-star emperor MacArthur who often evaluated others, he still had the final say in the entire Okinawa.

But to the Americans, he is just an ordinary senior military officer, and is not taken seriously by the political and business families and the squids on Wall Street.

But here, Pre Jamil is the emperor.

Just as he squinted his eyes and enjoyed this rare comfort.

A herald officer hurried in, looking panicked: "Something big happened to Brigadier General Jamil."

"What's going on? Are those troublemakers in the base violating local Japanese women again?"

Prei Jamil frowned. "Who got drunk and killed some Japanese again? Just throw him into the detention room for a few days."

This was the eighth time this had happened in the month since he took over the position. It could be said that it was commonplace.

Just when he thought it was just another small incident.

"No, Mr. Brigadier General, it's news from Daxia."

"Go on." His face darkened.

"According to the latest news from Daxia, their newest fighter jet is already undergoing taxi tests and has even completed high-speed tests. It is very likely to be a fifth-generation fighter jet." The messenger quickly summarized the information.

"Fifth-generation aircraft? Daxia is going to develop a fifth-generation aircraft?"

Prei Jamil's face was full of bewilderment.

He had only one feeling: Daxia was crazy!

Do they really want to build a fifth-generation aircraft? Given their technological level, it took them 10 years to develop a fourth-generation aircraft like the J-14? Or are they lagging behind in all aspects, including materials, engines, avionics, etc.?
Pre Jamil just wants to ask one question: Why do you, Daxia, have the right?
The herald officer thought for a moment and said, "Mr. Brigadier General, do you think this is a deliberate trick they created? Is their purpose to shut down our F22 production line?"

Prei Jamil shook his head. "Whether it is true or not, these matters are not decided by us. We just need to submit the intelligence information to Washington."

"The rest of the things are not within the scope of your and my consideration." Is Daxia's fifth-generation aircraft real or fake? Is it intended to affect the shutdown of the F22 fighter? Is this a question he can discuss?
Do you really think that the proposal to close the F22 production line is simply because the F22 is expensive? It is because it is not profitable enough!

How many profit-seeking military-industrial complexes are behind this? How many royal relatives are involved? Both sides are fighting each other and want to get a bigger piece of the pie.

He is just an ordinary "Brigadier General". After completing his term, he will run away to a large company to take up a job as a retired senior executive.

You dare to get involved in this kind of problem, are you going to die? This is a slippery ideological path that cannot be touched!

Pre Jamil didn't want his wife to hear the news that he accidentally drowned in the toilet.

Let the parliament deal with these issues.

Time passed quickly, and it was the next day.

Eagle sauce Bay Area, LLNL laboratory.

It was Thursday, and there were still three days until the next replication count refresh.

Lu Ze and Lucy were only one minute late for clocking in, which was unusual, causing everyone in the lab to look at them sideways.

Before ten o'clock, the two of them tacitly picked up some snacks and drinks and started to have morning tea at a table.

Of course, this was mainly because Lu Ze watched Lucy eating and drinking and chatted with her.

After all, I ate so much for breakfast, how could I eat more? I don't have this special talent.

"By the way, Lu Ze, I heard there's some good news about the development of Daxia's fifth-generation aircraft?" Lucy swallowed a toast cake elegantly.

"It seems so. Why are you interested in this thing?" Lu Ze looked puzzled.

Although Lucy looks like a mature lady with big wavy hair, she is actually a child with a girlish heart.

She loves eating sweets, watching animations, and even recently she has been pestering him to teach her some "Daxia traditional kung fu" or "Hua Jiner!"

"I only know the Eighteen Touches of Clothes." Thinking of this, Lu Ze couldn't help but complain in his heart.

Now she actually cares about the latest progress of Daxia's scientific research weapons?
This painting is wrong, this is not Lucy! Monster, take off your clothes and verify your identity!
Lucy didn't care at all and shrugged: "It's okay, I just saw this message by chance."

She was just a person who was living a lazy life and waiting to die. If Lu Ze was not from Da Xia, she would not have bothered to care about the news at all. She would rather eat more delicious food.

Just as the two were chatting, a familiar face who looked a little unfamiliar walked in from outside the laboratory.

"My two students, it's been a long time since we last met." Michael Hassan walked to the table, picked up an egg tart skillfully and ate it.

As the instructor of both of them, he was usually elusive and it was rare to see him for several days.

Even the research tasks assigned by the laboratory stopped after a file was created, and the progress remained at 0.0001%.

It can be said that he is the real king of tanking.

"Professor Hassan, the last time we met was at that Italian restaurant."

Lucy said angrily.

One of my favorite blueberry tarts was snatched away like that? This is unforgivable.

"Good morning, Professor Hassan." Lu Ze said with a smile.

"Lu, how are you doing in the lab lately?"

Michael Hasson sat down carelessly: "Is the situation better than before? Or is it worse?"

Although he looks rough on the outside, he is very delicate on the inside.

Even though I cannot bring this disciple to great success, at least I can make him feel comfortable in the laboratory, right?
Lu Ze pondered for a moment and shook his head: "I am seeking a change, but there is not much improvement yet."

He has a lot to learn from this old senior when it comes to being mediocre.

"Prejudice is always the most difficult to change." Michael Hassen took a sip of ice water and continued to eat: "You can learn more from the people of India."

“Sometimes, revealing your own shortcomings appropriately is your best strategy, and those who seem to have no shortcomings are the ones that others are most wary of.”

People who are so mediocre that they have no obvious shortcomings will not be trusted by others either.

People who seem to have a lot of shortcomings are often very easy to gain trust because no one will feel threatened by you.

Lu Ze felt that his Ren and Du meridians were opened at this moment.

You really are worthy of being the most holy teacher in the world of tanking. Teacher, I understand!

"Teacher, why do you know so much?" Lu Ze asked with a hint of curiosity.

"I am a Slav. My original name is actually: Tomislavsky Hasen." Michael Hasen's voice revealed a hint of sarcasm.

Hearing this, Lu Ze completely understood.

My goodness, could Professor Hassan be the scientist who was poached by the Eagle Sauce when Big Brother collapsed?
No wonder he knows so well what exclusion and slacking off mean.

After all, he was stimulated by the empty promises of the Eagle Sauce and ran here excitedly, even changing his real name to an American name. However, what he encountered here was extreme distrust and slackness, and he was not even allowed to participate in more important research and development projects.

Only by trying so hard to be bad can he have the qualification to survive.

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(Four chapters today, 1.1 words in total.)
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