The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became much more relaxed after An Jingzhi relaxed his tone.
Looking at An Jingzhi who was still looking up information, General Wu took the initiative to say, "Comrade Zhao said that many books in the Sutra Library use the principles of these modern weapons."
"Mr. An, you can look up this information at will, but you must not disclose it."
An Jingzhi glanced at him calmly and said, "I know."
General Wu couldn't tell An Jingzhi's specific emotions from his calm face, and he didn't know if his words had angered him. He added,
"If you have any questions about the information, Mr. An, I can help you dispatch some professionals."
An Jingzhi was about to refuse, but then he thought, this might be a solution. Apart from him, who else would know more about this information than those scientific researchers?
Time is running out and a powerful enemy may arrive at any time. Traditional methods are doomed to fail. Only by combining them with modern weapons can we have a chance of winning.
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"What? I'm doing well in my research, why are they suddenly transferring me away? What the hell are the people above doing? Do they know that the project has reached a critical juncture?!"
"You've been transferred too? I've received a transfer notice as well."
"The three of us are core members of the project. Why are we being transferred out of this situation?"
In a secret research institute, three old men who received transfer notices angrily ran to the administrative department to inquire.
People in the administrative department have also prepared their arguments long ago.
"You three are all treasures of our Chinese nation. Treasures should naturally be used in the most important places."
One of the elderly women, with white hair and a few curls at the ends, said, "With a formidable enemy at hand, what could be more important than the mission here?!"
"Mr. Song, you also know the rules. Even if I knew, I couldn't reveal it. You three will know when you get there."
Mr. Song has lost all his teeth, and he doesn't like to wear dentures when he is not eating. When he looks unhappy, his mouth pouts like a child who is unhappy.
"Alright, alright. Have you found replacements for the three of us? I need to give them clear instructions on what to do next."
The administrative staff member saw that Mr. Song was convinced and realized that the remaining two elderly men should have no objections.
"Don't worry, we've already found the person. You three can go back and make arrangements and then we can get ready to go."
After the two Song brothers arranged all the work in their hands, they boarded the plane.
On the plane, the three of them kept talking.
"Could it be that the country has developed some new weapons and wants us to support them?"
Her husband, Mr. Tan, and her good friend, Mr. Chang, looked at the little old lady Song muttering and shook their heads in amusement.
Mr. Tan took the initiative to say: "The country will definitely not be confused, we just need to obey orders."
"That shouldn't be the case. The project I'm researching is already the most urgent project at the moment. Who else is better than me?" Old Song said unyieldingly.
"Old Song, you have been so strong all your life. What? You don't allow the new generation to surpass the old generation?" said his good friend Chang Lao with a smile.
Old Song curled his lips and said, "You two should be the ones who are beaten by the waves behind. Although I am old, I am making progress every day. It is impossible for anyone to surpass me!"
Chang Lao smiled, turned to Tan Lao and said, "Old Song's temperament is exactly the same as when he was young."
Mr. Tan's eyes were filled with laughter. "That's right. Old Song has been better than the two of us since we were students, and she was the one who led the scientific research."
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After getting off the plane, if they were not surrounded by armed soldiers, the three of them would probably have thought they had accidentally entered some immortal place.
"Where is this? It looks quite beautiful." Old Song muttered, looking around without any shyness.
Within two minutes, Zhao Jing hurried over with his men.
"Sorry for the long wait, please follow me."
Zhao Jing led the three people to An Jingzhi.
Zhao Jing briefly introduced the identities of both parties.
The four of them looked at each other. Old Song and the other two were wondering who the person in front of them was and whether it was worth it for the three old guys to come and meet him in person.
It's not that Mr. Song is arrogant. The contributions made by these three people are almost closely related to the growth of China.
Even if senior leaders want to meet them, sometimes they may have to wait until their projects are completed.
An Jingzhi had already received their information before the three of them came over.
Each of them is a master, the best candidate for refining experiments.
After General Wu and the other two learned that An Jingzhi wanted to combine weapon forging with modern technology, and listened to An Jingzhi's vision of the future, they submitted the report without hesitation.
If we want to rely on technology, it seems impossible to achieve any qualitative leap within ten years.
So, why not try new possibilities?
These three were among China's top scientific researchers. Although they couldn't cultivate anything due to their age, who said that without spiritual energy in their bodies, they couldn't refine weapons?
After listening to Zhao Jing's introduction, the three old men Song felt a little uncomfortable.
Could it be that the leaders above are too pessimistic about the future and have begun to place their hopes on seeking immortals and asking for the way?
"Since you are a cultivator, can you fly?" Mr. Song has been a scientific researcher all his life and does not beat around the bush.
An Jingzhi smiled and waved his right hand. Everyone present was lifted off the ground. Looking up, the roof and eaves of the hall were in sight.
"Anti-gravity!" Old Song was not frightened. Her eyes sparkled and she looked around with interest, trying to find something that interested her.
Even the two people beside her couldn't help but shrink their pupils, looking around for possible objects.
Even if it relies on technology, this anti-gravity technology is amazing.
As they searched, they felt sorry that the anti-gravity technology seemed to be very mature, but such a talented scientific researcher had to do something so unrealistic.
Before Mr. Song and his companions found where the mechanism was, they realized that they were getting farther and farther away from the ground.
Logically, it would be colder and windier at high altitudes than on the ground, but they didn't feel any discomfort even though the hall was already so small from the ground that it looked as small as a grain of rice in their eyes.
The three of them became more excited, groping around with their hands for the energy shield that might be covering them.
Still nothing.
An Jingzhi led them to travel freely among the mountains, and the doubts in the hearts of the three people became more and more.
Zhao Jing was glad that this area had been covered up long ago, otherwise with so many people flying around in the sky last time, and this time, they might be discovered by foreign countries.
After a cup of tea, they returned to their original place.
After falling back to the ground, the three people were no longer cold and questioning. Instead, they surrounded An Jingzhi and asked him questions with great interest, like children who had discovered a new toy.
"How did you do that? You don't have anything on you, could you really be an immortal?" asked Old Song.
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