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In the living room.
The morning sunlight, streaming through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, spilled into the room, casting several square patches of golden area on the gleaming floor tiles.
Sun Cheng, his eyes bloodshot, found it sowhat dazzling and squinted involuntarily before finding Lin Chuan's recent remarks sowhat unbelievable. "You have more?" he said.
Even the two staff mbers beside him were startled.
The 'Remote Box-type Rocket Launcher' was still a subject of intense study by many rocket launcher experts at the research institute.
You say you have more?
Lin Chuan seed to anticipate the reactions of Sun Cheng and the others, smiling as he nodded his head.
Hiss—
After Lin Chuan confird, Sun Cheng's back, slightly hunched from last night's exhaustion, imdiately straightened up, and his whole deanor beca more spirited, though his speech was sowhat stumbling, "Lin, you... I... this..."
"Old Sun, have so water first."
Lin Chuan poured a glass of water for Old Sun and pushed it towards him.
Old Sun grinned awkwardly, took a big gulp of water, exhaled a long breath, and then felt sowhat relieved. "Lin, what other technologies do you have?" he asked.
Lin Chuan pondered briefly before saying, "For example, 'Hypersonic Anti-Ship Ballistic Missiles'."
"Hypersonic Anti-Ship Ballistic Missiles?"
Old Sun's eyes widened, and his bushy eyebrows rose, his breath growing heavier. "Lin, this is no joking matter!" he exclaid.
"I'm not joking."
Lin Chuan said earnestly.
Old Sun fell silent, once again sizing up Lin Chuan from head to toe.
Lin Chuan's simple and unpretentious attire revealed no secrets, and his mid-twenties face seed sowhat youthful in Old Sun's eyes.
He searched for any traits that might associate Lin Chuan with the term 'genius.'
At the sa ti, he was also recalling details about Lin Chuan.
On the flight from Capital City to Anling, he had already looked up Lin Chuan's information.
The files showed—
From childhood to adulthood, Lin Chuan had nothing to do with the words 'genius' or 'prodigy.' He was very low-profile; it wasn't until he entered society that he began to show his exceptional talents.
Therefore, Old Sun concluded that this was a young man who knew how to bide his ti.
To sum it up with an idiom—
If he did not speak, it was as if he didn't exist; but when he did, he shocked everyone.
Having t him, Old Sun affird this thought from Lin Chuan's behavior and speech.
Only.
Just the developnt of the 'Remote Box-type Rocket Launcher' was shocking enough, but now there was also the developnt of the 'Hypersonic Anti-Ship Ballistic Missile.' Old Sun found it hard to co up with a reasonable explanation.
The Hypersonic Anti-Ship Ballistic Missile is a missile capable of high-speed flight, usually traveling faster than the speed of sound, and is primarily used to attack surface vessels, especially large watercraft like aircraft carriers.
You must know that global powers place significant emphasis on naval strength.
This type of anti-ship ballistic missile has the powerful ability to strike aircraft carrier fleets and is a top priority in the military developnt of mariti powers.
The National Institute was also researching this, consuming large amounts of human and material resources.
Now, Lin Chuan claid to have developed a 'Hypersonic Anti-Ship Ballistic Missile.' If it weren't for the blueprints of the 'Remote Box-type Rocket Launcher' he'd seen earlier, Sun Cheng would certainly have cursed—
What bullsh*t are you spouting?
That is not like the 'Hand-cranked Lithography Machine' or 'Two-dinsional foil' depicted in novels.
In the real world.
All these require genuine investnt of copious resources for research before any breakthrough can be achieved.
Sun Cheng pondered for a long ti.
He looked up, gazing through the balcony's floor-to-ceiling windows, seeing the deep blue sky dotted with cotton-like clouds, and the dazzling golden light hurting his eyes.
He felt sowhat unreal.
—The world has gone mad!
The world must have gone mad!
How could a single person possibly develop a 'Remote Box-type Rocket Launcher' with a range of up to 600 kiloters and a 'Hypersonic Anti-Ship Ballistic Missile'?
After a whole minute of silence.
Sun Cheng decided to give Lin Chuan a chance to explain and himself a chance to dream—what if it was true?
"Lin, your 'Hypersonic Anti-Ship Ballistic Missile'..."
He trailed off, but the implication was clear.
Lin Chuan understood what he ant and continued, "Old Sun, I know you have your doubts, but you should have investigated and be aware of so of my technologies."
Sun Cheng nodded, "I'm aware, the... criminal skills you possess are quite extensive."
Lin Chuan went on, "You should know that I am a hacker."
"Yes, I'm aware—you once helped Han River Province defeat the foreign hacker organization AW in a cyber war, erging victorious. Using your hacking skills, you even counterattacked the Morgan Group, eventually capturing two of Morgan Group's companies operating in Han River," replied Sun Cheng, recounting with familiarity.
"So, it would make sense that I could access so information on military weaponry, wouldn't it?" Lin Chuan asked, looking at Sun Cheng.
Sun Cheng t Lin Chuan's clear and sincere gaze, mulling it over for a while, "It makes sense, but your rocket launcher seems to be a cut above the current state of the art."
The reasoning was sowhat far-fetched.
But indeed, it could explain so part of it.
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Most hackers are active on the dark web, interfacing with all sorts of information.
Weapons and arms are also traded on the dark web.
Information about weapons and arms is naturally commonplace there as well.
Lin Chuan had already prepared an excuse, and with a smile said, "You've read my profile, so you should know that I am a person with very strong learning abilities, and in the field of weapons developnt, I seem to have even more talent."
"Indeed, quite talented," Sun Cheng's facial muscles twitched.
His words were impeccable.
There are always geniuses in the world that people cannot understand.
"Old Sun, the 'Hypersonic Anti-Ship Ballistic Missile' I developed flies at six tis the speed of sound throughout the journey, and at the terminal attack stage it can reach speeds of up to Mach 10," Lin Chuan brought the topic back to the supersonic missile.
"Mach 10, that's equivalent to 3.4 kiloters per second..."
Sun Cheng muttered to himself thoughtfully, "With this terminal velocity, at the current stage, there's no missile defense system that can't intercept it. How did you achieve this speed?"
Lin Chuan offered a smile and began discussing with Sun Cheng.
To be precise, Lin Chuan was like a supersonic missile expert, teaching student Sun Cheng by explaining difficulties and so technical bottlenecks.
Sun Cheng, as the head of the Statistics Office, was renowned as a weapons all-rounder.
However, the deeper Lin Chuan's explanations went, the more confused Sun Cheng beca, almost as if he was hearing sothing as obscure as an arcane text.
At first, he was still able to pick out so issues and ask so technical questions.
As ti went on, the questions he asked beca fewer and fewer.
Not because he understood.
But because he didn't know what to ask anymore.
Only then did he realize—
He was an all-rounder, not a specialist.
Especially in front of a 'Rocket Launcher' and 'Supersonic Missile' specialist like Lin Chuan, his own knowledge base was sowhat limited.
About an hour later.
Lin Chuan stopped his explanations, for if he continued, this head of the Weapons Research Institute's Statistics Office would be completely baffled.
"Lin, you've seen make a fool of myself,"
Sun Cheng laughed sowhat sheepishly and took a sip of water.
Lin Chuan did not point this out and simply replied with a smile, "Everyone has their own specialty, Old Sun, you're an authority on data statistics after all!"
"Hahaha," Sun Cheng chuckled in agreent.
"Old Sun, speaking of the transformation of Anling Iron and Steel Factory into a military factory..." Lin Chuan steered the conversation toward Anling Iron and Steel Factory.
Seizing the opportunity while Old Sun was present, he decided to settle the matter then and there.
It would save the hassle of going through a heap of procedures later on, running back and forth, being bounced around by various parties, and possibly even ending up with nothing.
Sun Cheng looked at this young man he had t less than half a day ago and silently marveled at Lin Chuan's efficiency, then said with a smile, "It's easier said than done. As long as it ets the qualifications for transformation into a military factory, the National Weapons Research Institute can directly issue approval. However, I must remind you that even if you have the qualifications and technology for a military factory, you're still missing one thing."
"Please enlighten ."
Lin Chuan said humbly.
Sun Cheng slowly uttered two words: "Funds."
The transformation of Anling Iron and Steel Factory into a military factory is an endeavor for a local military enterprise, funded by local finance to manage the transformation.
Transforming into a military factory requires the purchase of a large batch of new equipnt.
From large machinery to small molds, as well as a bulk of raw materials, all require substantial funds.
What's more important is—
Local military enterprises also face market competition, survival of the fittest, and they need substantial support from local finance.
This could potentially conflict with the developnt direction of a city.
For instance, if a certain city vigorously supports tourism and service industries with the aim to build a tourist city, then fiscal expenditures will be largely tilted toward the main supported local industries.
As one grows, the other wanes, and naturally, other local industries can only settle for less.
Thus, the transformation of a steel factory into a military factory isn't as simple as one might think.
"Understood."
Lin Chuan nodded, and after the conversation, he had beco better acquainted with Old Sun, "Old Sun, I hadn't slept all of last night, how about resting here for a while?"
Old Sun glanced at his wristwatch and said with a laugh, "There's no need for a nap, it isn't even ti for a noon break yet. I know what you're thinking, kid. Let's go, we'll visit Anling Iron and Steel Factory."
"Alright then,"
Lin Chuan grinned.
To obtain the military factory qualification for Anling Iron and Steel Factory, a site visit was a necessary step.
Sun Cheng propped himself up with his hands on his thighs and slowly rose to his feet, smiling, "Chief Designer Lin, please lead the way."
"Old Sun, it hasn't been settled yet," Lin Chuan helped Old Sun up.
"I have a feeling it won't be long. Once your 'Remote Box-type Rocket Launcher' passes the assessnt and manufacturing begins, it will take only about two months. If we're quick, it could be done in just a month. Then you'll be the chief designer, and the sole designer at that. However, for security reasons, we didn't advance your rocket launcher to the final round. I hope you understand,"
Old Sun said seriously.
Lin Chuan nodded, signaling his understanding.
Since he couldn't complete the 'gain the recognition of 100,000 people' task through the competition route, he would have to find another way.
If the steel factory successfully transford into a military factory and began producing weapons, it should also be able to gain recognition.
Although it might be delayed by a month or two, in the end, it could be accomplished.
All good things co to those who wait!
"By the way, Lin,"
Old Sun suddenly thought of sothing and said while walking, "Would you be interested in joining the Weapons Research Institute? Or perhaps, hold a position there?"
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