After everyone else had left, Zhang Mingyuan squatted down to pick up the cup he had dropped on the ground and found a tissue to wipe up the water stains.

After tidying up, he took a breath, looked up, and fixed his gaze on Mingzhao.

"The fighter jet you mentioned earlier! I've given the data on the improved turbine blades for that engine to the Red Star Machinery Plant. It's one of the best precision machining plants in our country!"

"But they organized experienced craftsmen to study it overnight, and they gave me a reply first thing this morning!"

Zhang Mingyuan's expression was a mixture of anxiety and frustration, his eyes filled with hope as he looked at Mingzhao.

"They made it clear that the current level of technology simply cannot meet the precision and material hardness required by the drawings! It's far from it! Especially the micro-curvature of the blade tip, and the requirements for the internal crystal structure of the material... They said that with the current equipment and technology, it is simply impossible to make a blade that can withstand that kind of high temperature and high pressure!"

"Even if it's built, it might not meet your budget; it'll be scrapped as soon as it hits the testing bench!"

This is why Zhang Mingyuan was waiting for Mingzhao here early this morning; he never expected Mingzhao to give him such a big surprise.

However, fighter jets are currently the top priority, and this is the most pressing and urgent issue!

It is crucial to whether our national defense capabilities can reach a new level!

As for airships capable of navigating space, that sounds very meaningful, but they still need to focus on developing a viable aircraft engine first!

After listening to Zhang Mingyuan's rapid-fire speech, Mingzhao's face finally lost its composure.

Instead, there was a slight change, not surprise, nor annoyance, but a kind of understanding similar to "so that's how it is now."

She tilted her head slightly, looking at Zhang Mingyuan: "Insufficient craftsmanship?"