Even Qin Qingyan was wronged; what she wanted to do was not what she was doing now.
"What does that mean? Did they call me here just to see how terrible the stuff they made is?"
"Engineer Zheng! The general managers of several of our bases have jointly petitioned, hoping that you will be in charge of manufacturing high-tech weapons."
Our suggestions have been adopted by the higher-ups; now we're just waiting for your approval.
How am I supposed to nod in agreement?
"If I agree, will I still be under Ren Liangyu's command?"
The commander of the Beijing army immediately understood what I meant:
"What Engineer Zheng means is..."
"Boss! You don't need to test the waters beforehand. We can discuss everything after we meet with the higher-ups."
The Beijing military commander gave a wry smile. He was right; the commander had come to sound me out.
"Alright then! We'll just have to wait and see."
As we were talking, Ren Liangyu arrived with a group of young people. Qin Qingyan walked at the front, looking somewhat reluctant.
The commander of the Beijing army glanced at it and let out a low snort:
"He was the one who led the project, but now it's been ruined, and he insists that the technical capabilities are insufficient."
They selected a group of young people from various universities, saying they wanted to establish some kind of research institute.
The higher-ups are still observing and don't know if this matter will be approved.
Even in this state, why are you still jumping around?
"If it's their research institute, does that mean they won't need me?"
"Hey? Engineer Zheng! You can't say that. We don't even know when they'll figure it out, or whether they'll even be able to figure it out at all."
We can't just keep waiting, can we?
Now, the US, Japan, and South Korea are provoking us in various ways, and we don't even have any countermeasures.
"During the few days you were abroad, if it weren't for you holding up the situation for Langjun's drones, we wouldn't have had any weapons to stop the US's fifth-generation fighters at all."
"What? Fifth-generation fighter jets from the US have flown here?"
They've only been working on this for a few days, and they're already showing it off to us?
"Look, last time, the fifth-generation fighter jet from the United States approached the coast, and its sonic boom could be heard throughout the entire city of Langyu."
To be honest, your drone simply can't match its speed over long periods of time.
That's amazing?
No wonder the higher-ups are in such a hurry!
It suddenly got dark next to me; Fang Zhiyou had arrived and was sitting next to me.
"Uncle Fang!"
Fang Zhiyou nodded, but his eyes remained fixed on Ren Liangyu.
"We can't let him continue to act so recklessly."
I sensed a hidden meaning in Fang Zhiyou's words: "Uncle Fang! What do you plan to do?"
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