Chapter 79: Returning to China two weeks later, I brought some local specialties to Daxia! Are we starting to learn how to play PPT from the Eagles?
"What's wrong with you?" Lucy asked in confusion.

She felt that there was something wrong with Lu Ze's eyes.

Did I misunderstand? Isn't this what Confucius meant?
"It's okay, but you'd better stop talking about this kind of 'allusions' in the future."

Lu Ze couldn't help laughing while speaking.

Considering Lucy's amazing associative ability, Lu Ze felt that if he took her back to Daxia, it would be best not to let her come into contact with people involved in literature.

Otherwise, if they heard something like "Confucius said: A gentleman loves money and gets it in a proper way, which means that I like money, so it makes sense to just take it away." Such an outrageous explanation would make them stiffen their fists on the spot.

"I think the stories of Daxia are very interesting, but it would be too boring to read them in a dictionary." Lucy flatly rejected the suggestion.

For example, almost all proverbs and idioms of Daxia have a source story that has been passed down for thousands of years, which left a deep impression on her memory.

Unlike the various myths in Europe, which are simply fabricated based on the ancient Egyptian and Asia Minor civilizations, she even expressed serious doubts about the existence of figures like Pythagoras and Thales who lived more than 2,000 years ago.

As for the civilization of the Eagle Sauce, let’s not talk about it.

Suddenly, a text message tone rang from both of their cell phones at the same time, and they quickly picked up the phone and took a look.

【Good morning, fellow graduate students in the laboratory. 】

[It has been decided that the summer vacation time for internship graduate students is: June 6.15th to July 7.1st. ]

【I wish you a happy holiday. -——LLNL Laboratory. 】

Look at these lines of text messages.

"Why just a few days? Damn those lab executives." Lucy pounded the table, her chest heaving with anger.

She didn't expect that the summer vacation would actually be less than three weeks. How could she have suffered such an injustice before?
When I was in college, basically at least half of the year was spent on various holidays, right?
With such a short vacation, it will probably be over before she even gets into vacation mode.

However, at this moment, Lu Ze was thinking about another problem.

"So, summer vacation will start in two weeks?" he muttered to himself.

Now tomorrow is June 6.1st, and it is only a little over two weeks away from June 6.15th.

He had already decided to return to China during the summer vacation. His first and main purpose was to go home and see his parents whom he hadn't seen for almost a whole year.

The second point is that some of the weapons and equipment that you copied can be delivered to Daxia.

He couldn't just keep piling them up in the system inventory, right? If these machines got rusty, who would he ask to repair them?

'Then what weapons and equipment should I deliver to Daxia?'

Lu Ze glanced at the system inventory: "There are a lot of good stuff at the moment, but there don't seem to be many that I can show off."

I have finally come back to Daxia. How can I live up to the expectations of my fellow villagers if I don’t bring back some local specialties of American Eagle Sauce?
If he goes back empty-handed, wouldn't his trip be in vain?
The most common items he has are several fighter jets and B-2 bombers, as well as an industrial machine tool and a Boeing 777 civil airliner.

"Forget about the Boeing 777. I'll keep it for the 'organization' to use as a business jet in the future."

Lu Ze rejected the idea of ​​civil airliners first. If Daxia wanted to buy these, it could always go to Boeing and buy a hundred or eighty of them. There was no way they would be short of them.

If I take this back home, how will I face myself?
As for other technological items, we will make a decision based on the specific circumstances when the time comes.

Who knows what will appear in the wilderness? Will it be a B-2 bomber or two F22 fighter jets? Who can say for sure?

After all, more than ten years later, various armored vehicles and weapons often "mysteriously" appeared in the "mountainous areas of northern Myanmar", and even "Far Ahead" could emerge from the ground.

This is a gift from God, it's hard to explain.

At this time.

It seemed that he noticed Lu Ze who was always in a trance.

"Why are you in a daze? Aren't you happy that you can go back to your country?"

Immediately, Lucy came up and asked, "Or do you also feel that the holidays are too short?"

"The holiday is barely enough. I'm just thinking about taking advantage of the time before the holiday to look at some rare technological items."

Lu Ze shook his head: "After all, we won't have anything to watch in the two weeks when we return to Da Xia."

He was actually just thinking about whether he could copy more top-level technological items within these two weeks.

If this could be directly copied to an EUV lithography machine, he couldn't imagine how shocked Da Xia would be.

Even the admiration for the "mysterious organization" would reach an extremely terrifying level. Even the world's most advanced lithography machine could be brought back to Daxia without anyone noticing. What else can't their organization do?

However, it is still too difficult to get access to EUV lithography machines today, and there is no opportunity at all.

There hasn't been any new stuff arriving at the maintenance center recently either. With this number of copies, he can't just copy high-end industrial equipment, right?
The achievement point reward for that thing is really pitiful. If he can choose, Lu Ze would rather copy high-scarcity and high-value technological items such as the 'F35 Fighter' and the 'B-2 Bomber'.

Thinking of this, Lu Ze couldn't help but sigh: "Lucy, do you think we can have a chance to visit the air force base?"

"If that doesn't work, I think the naval base is also good."

The real good stuff is definitely most available in these two places.

However, what he said was actually just a helpless joke.

Forget about visiting places like important military bases; you will be strictly inspected if you get close to them.

however.

"Do you want to go to the Air Force or Navy base?"

Lucy tilted her head unconsciously and began brainstorming: "This opportunity is not easy to find. Let me think about whether they have any activities in the next two weeks."

"Ah? We can really visit inside?" Lu Ze was a little confused.

No, are you really going to take me to the Air Force Base or the Navy Base? Can we just go to such places?

"You forgot that the Air Force can have open days for air shows, and the Navy also has open days." Lucy glanced at him in surprise, "Then why can't military bases have open days? All you have to do is buy a ticket."

"So that's what it is." Lu Ze took a breath.

It's capitalist like you guys in the United States that this business has even been done in military bases.

But if he had the chance to visit, wouldn't that mean he would have a chance to copy the good stuff?
There are quite a lot of treasures here.

And the other side.

In the small town of Livermore, two people are hiding in a remote street.

"Damn it, why are they still holding on to us?"

Parker, the little fat boy, was panting heavily, with beads of sweat dripping onto the ground. "Do you really want to kick us out completely? This is too much!"

Ever since a new group of low-level gangsters emerged in the small town, the two brothers have not had a good day.

All the common gangs were grouped under one power. The business of finding objects, finding parking spaces, running errands, etc. that Parker and Buller had been engaged in were all taken over by this "gang".

Because the business of most gangs is not just the dangerous industries such as drug trafficking and arms smuggling as imagined. Many young people from the lower class of society are still engaged in helping people find parking spaces, helping people look after houses and move, helping others find items or running errands for shopping.

They can even serve as bodyguards, doormen for underground casinos, or protect merchants who pay fees from interference from other "gangs". Occasionally, when there is trouble, they can even hold a zero-dollar shopping spree. This is the survival mode of the vast majority of people at the bottom of society.

After all, it's just a few bucks, are you working for someone else?
Things like fighting and killing must be handled by the core members of the "gang".

This time, the gang only gave Parker and Buller two choices: either join them or be beaten by them so that they dare not approach these territories.

"This is simply too much." Buller, who was usually good-tempered, couldn't bear it anymore and his fists clenched until they made a crackling sound.

"Don't be impulsive. They have automatic firearms. Are you going to die?" Parker saw his angry look and quickly dissuaded him:

"My grandfather once gave me a piece of advice, which I have always taken as my motto."

"What's your motto?" Buller frowned.

I have known this fat guy for so long, how come I have never heard of this before?

Parker said seriously: "My grandfather told me: The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, and the greater the suffering."

"Your grandfather's name is Ben Parker?" Buller glared at him. Did he think that black people wouldn't watch Spider-Man?
He also knew that this was just something Parker had made up to persuade him, and that he still had to continue to be tolerant and give in.

Buhler shook his head helplessly: "Parker, we can't go on like this. If we flee to the next city, will there be no gangs there? How many cities have we wandered in?" Before the small town of Livermore, they changed more than a dozen cities in a few years. They would be driven away by local gangs almost every few months, and then move to the next city over and over again.

For example, they were actually in San Francisco and Silicon Valley last year, and were not driven to the small town of Livermore until this year.

Especially after the subprime mortgage crisis, even the gangs themselves began to fight among themselves, let alone these ordinary young people from the lower class of society?

Moreover, for people like them to find a proper job, it is harder than climbing to the sky.

Is this going to continue forever?

"What else can we do?" Parker looked at him doubtfully: "Do you want to fight with them? Let's not talk about whether it is necessary or not."

"The key is, are you good at fighting? The others have a whole gang force."

If they don't move to another city to survive, can the two of them defeat hundreds of people on the opposite side alone?

Is the 'Chicago Printer' in other people's hands just a decoration?
"You know, Parker, there's no point in us fighting." Buller shook his head.

Even if they could win, what would happen? If this gang was driven away, a new gang would rise up immediately.

Big fish eat small fish, small fish eat shrimps. This is the eternal survival rule of the Eagle Sauce.

"We need to make real changes to the lower class of this town." Buller muttered to himself.

"Change? How to change?" Parker's face was full of question marks.

There are tens of thousands of people living in the small town of Livermore. Is it something that just the two of them can do to make some changes to the town?
Even Batman, who only needs one bowl to eat at home, can't do it, let alone him and Buhler, two ordinary people?

"A single spark can start a prairie fire."

Buller seemed to have thought of something, but he couldn't grasp it.

"Let's continue reading."

He felt that he might be able to find a solution in these books and figure out where the real problem with the Eagle Sauce lies.

Aren’t these books the best way to deal with capitalism?

Parker did not refute, but picked up a book in his arms and read it carefully: "Now we can only rely on the two thousand dollars."

He hated the feeling of being hungry.

If I can't earn this two thousand dollar reward, I'll lose this plump body.

at the same time.

Daxia, inside the 601 Institute of the Northern Province.

Another high-level secret meeting was held under the cover of night.

Everyone present here was also the head of each R&D group of the previous J-15 project team.

"Is there any good news about our J-35?" The middle-aged man with a slightly rough appearance could not contain his excitement.

"Old Wu, didn't I tell you to maintain order in meetings?" A man next to him glared at him and asked, "Why are you in such a hurry?"

Although they were very familiar with Jiang Dingqian, they still had to follow the rules of the meeting.

"Okay, everyone, please be quiet for a moment."

Jiang Dingqian didn't care about these little episodes and signaled everyone to stop talking.

Facing everyone's gaze, he took out an urgent document sent from Yanjing.

"After detailed discussion, our superiors have agreed to our request." As he said this, he couldn't hide the smile on his face.

"Daxia's fifth-generation carrier-based aircraft project, the J-35, has been officially launched and is being developed by our 601 Research Institute."

moment.

In this small conference room, the loudest applause ever erupted.

"Great, I knew this was going to be announced."

"Finally, we can also develop fifth-generation fighters!"

"Before, the people from their 611 Research Institute kept saying that we could only develop a replica of the fourth-generation aircraft."

"Especially Old Song's BYD. The J-20 project has recently occupied the hypersonic wind tunnel. Isn't it because they are developing a fifth-generation aircraft?"

The R&D team leaders below seemed to be breathing a sigh of relief.

Although they have a very good relationship with the 611 Institute, and even with Song Qinyi, whom they hate the most, they actually get together privately a few times every year. Which one of them hasn't been friends with him for more than ten years?
However, what they felt before was a sense of frustration.

The 611 Research Institute, which was established by itself, developed the J-10 without making a sound a few years ago. Now, even the J-20, the world's top fifth-generation fighter, is about to make its maiden flight.

而他们601研究所呢？研发的歼15舰载机是根据歼11改进而来，而歼11却是仿制的苏27。

The previously developed J-7 and J-8 have more or less the shadow of the MiG series fighters and are nicknamed Shen Hoy.

This anger has been held in their hearts for a long time, and now it can finally be released.

"Everyone, whether we can make our entire 601 Institute proud depends on this one time."

Jiang Dingqian stared at everyone and said, "We must develop it as quickly as possible. If anyone fails to deliver, don't blame me for being ruthless."

The J-35 project is of utmost importance this time and cannot be delayed for even a moment.

"Don't worry. If anyone in my R&D team dares to be careless, I will be the first to disagree." Old Wu said solemnly.

No one in the meeting room had any objection to this.

Now that they have all the research and development ideas and implementation steps for the technology, if they still cannot develop it quickly, how can they have the face to face the people of Daxia?

As for where the technology comes from?

Don’t worry about where the technology comes from. I just want to ask you whether this is a fifth-generation fighter?

"As for the second matter, it is about the J-15 project."

Jiang Dingqian took a sip of tea and continued, "We still need to continue to develop the J-15 carrier-based aircraft. It will serve as Daxia's secondary main carrier-based aircraft model and the main foreign trade model in the future."

"So we have to carry out two major projects at the same time this time. Thank you for your hard work."

So much research and development cost has been invested in the J-15 carrier-based aircraft, why is the development cancelled when it is about to make its maiden flight?

How is this possible? The J-15 project cost tens of billions of dollars, which is not in line with the characteristics of Daxia's thriftiness.

So even if it can earn some foreign exchange as a foreign trade model, what's more, the Varyag aircraft carrier will be modified and completed in two years, and the J-35 may not be able to catch up with that time. It is impossible for an aircraft carrier to sail without carrier-based aircraft, right?

More than half an hour of the meeting time passed.

Jiang Dingqian moistened his hoarse throat and said, "Okay, that's all the news we're announcing this time. Go back and make preparations."

At this time, a research and development team leader next to him suddenly remembered something: "By the way, is our J-35 project still kept at the 'top secret' level of confidentiality?"

This level is similar to the previous J-20. Not only are the research and development process and information kept top secret, even the information under development is not allowed to be disclosed to the outside world.

In order to strictly abide by this regulation, all R&D personnel must not reveal a single word to their families.

If it had not been unveiled some time ago, many people would probably have thought that the 611 Institute was developing an improved version of the J-10 fighter jet.

however.

Jiang Dingqian shook his head: "Follow the instructions of the highest level and Daxia Aviation Industry Group."

"For this project, we will be able to conduct preliminary information leaks tomorrow."

???

Everyone had a confused expression on their face.

Wow, it’s disclosed before the research and development has even started?

Have we also become bad people? Have we started to imitate the Eagle Sauce and play with PPT?
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