You were told to build a tractor, but you're building a rocket? Chapter 161 - 157 Model Effect1

"Okada, if you return to our country right now, we can pretend nothing ever happened. Hey, Okada?"

Izumi Seijiro hadn’t realized that Xiao Okada had already hung up the phone, and continued to speak a bit more before he noticed. Then, angrily, he threw Sakai Shinichiro’s phone to the ground, stomping on it while yelling "Idiot."

"Listen to this, what do they call ’comrcial behavior’? This is clearly defection, and it’s a preditated, planned defection. I suspect he had been preparing for it all along. Why else would he learn Chinese?!"

The executives from JAXA and Mitsubishi Heavy Industries watched the president ranting, silently taking two steps back.

They had been quite concerned about Masashi Okada, but no one had imagined that the chief designer would flee, taking a whole slew of his followers with him.

What they didn’t know was that Okada initially gathered the engineers for a small eting out of a sense of responsibility, just to study the Xinyuan Company’s technological developnt path and see if there was anything worth imitating.

During this period, they also started learning Chinese to varying degrees by chance. As they deepened their understanding of Xinyuan Company and saw the ss that was JAXA, a bold plan slowly ford in Okada’s mind.

The engineers who were with him had actually sensed sothing beforehand because Okada had quietly processed his passport through an engineer’s family connection, so everyone had a vague idea about what Okada intended to do.

When Okada told them that he had changed his nationality through the technical immigration channel, these engineers, especially the team that worked on the H3, packed their belongings overnight, fleeing with their spouses and children. So even took the opportunity to leave their families behind.

This group of team mbers was of exceptionally high quality; there was even one B-level engineer, and the rest were C-level, allowing Lin Ju to net billions quite effortlessly.

On May 19th, Mitsubishi Heavy Industries claid that chief H3 Designer Masashi Okada and so team mbers were illegally detained while traveling in China, and demanded their imdiate release.

The news baffled many people, and before they could comprehend what had happened, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs responded:

Masashi Okada had obtained a regular visa through the proper channels to legally arrive on the mainland and had voluntarily applied for Chinese nationality through the technical immigration program; all procedures and paperwork were in order, with no irregularities whatsoever. The sa was true for the other individuals, and their docunts had been made public.

The ambassador from the Island Country requested an urgent eting, and then, two hours into the developing situation, when the number of onlookers had peaked, the Xinyuan Company held a press conference with the spokesperson being the person involved, Masashi Okada.

"I want to reiterate, my na is Xiao Okada."

Xiao Okada, not terribly tall and prematurely balding at a young age, stood before the dia without the previous humble air of bowing in apology, but instead proudly displayed an old, tattered page encased in a transparent vacuum bag:

"My great-great-grandfather was from Yunnan, who fled to the Island Country to avoid the chaos of war and married my great-great-grandmother. She was his principal wife, I am the legitimate eldest son, so my surna is Xiao. I am rely acknowledging my lineage and returning to my holand!"

The dia caras vied with one another to capture footage of Okada’s self-proclaid "family history," while reporters continuously bombarded him with questions:

"Mr. Okada, are you truly here in China completely of your own volition? Why are you working with Xinyuan Company?"

Okada: "During my travels here, I happened to et senior executives from Xinyuan Company. We initially exchanged so technical ideas, and eventually I felt this place was more suitable for advancent and I missed my holand too much. That’s why I chose to join Xinyuan."

The reporters were at a loss for words regarding Okada’s claims about missing his holand, but professional integrity prompted them to ask from different perspectives:

"Then why did so many engineers follow you here? Was this a coordinated action?"

"No, it was entirely voluntary. No one was forced, except maybe by JAXA!" Xiao Okada said with a face full of anger, emitting the scent of a major scoop:

"You don’t understand the rigid managent systems of Island Country corporations, you don’t know what it’s like when presidents who don’t understand technology interfere with projects, you don’t know what the status of researchers is in the Island Country..."

Xiao Okada let himself go and started ranting passionately, and the journalists hurriedly captured this extrely valuable scene, not missing a single detail.

This content was tantamount to a major revelation about the internal managent of JAXA and Mitsubishi Heavy Industries, and it imdiately aroused people’s curiosity.

Especially when a chief rocket engineer from the Island Country ran off to China and even beca a citizen, the re thought stirred a strong desire to explore.

It was the H3 rocket team, the most advanced rocket in the Island Country, who had collectively defected. How could any Chinese person not raise their eyebrows and sigh in admiration?

This was genuine talent introduction, and no one could deny their usefulness.

In China, public opinion was in an uproar, but it was even more exaggerated in the Island Country.

The JAXA board of directors appeared together to answer questions from all quarters, insisting that Masashi Okada had not left voluntarily. However, when asked about the validity of the content ntioned by Okada, they could only bow at 90 degrees with a "private Marseillaise"!

But every Islander knew that what Okada had said was absolutely correct, and it was even putting it mildly.

Included among them was Hasegawa Yuki, Xiao Okada’s close friend and the deputy chief engineer of the Kawasaki Heavy Industries large aircraft team.

When he saw Okada boasting as the New Yuan Astronautical Power Space Flight Departnt Director, a shocked "Nani" slipped from his lips.

That guy Okada had secretly run off without telling him!

He was able to spray the presidents and the board of directors in front of the dia while he himself could only endure their spittle.

In the Island Country, wasn’t the personnel system more than just lifeless?

The president of Kawasaki Heavy Industries, Hasegawa Kenichi, born in 1916, was still clinging to the company at 99 years old. One old man was livelier than the next. If it weren’t for so collateral kinship with Hasegawa Yuki, how could he have gotten to his current position?

Moreover, working in aerospace in the Island Country was a very suffocating experience, with restrictions everywhere. Often it wasn’t about not being able to do well, but about not being allowed to excel.

If your C2 transport aircraft were cost-effective and high-performing, who would buy Boeing’s C17?

Hasegawa Yuki, who had suffered through the tragedy of the C2, knew these frustrating issues all too well. Seeing Masashi Okada, soone who hadn’t even matched his own academic achievents, leap through the dragon’s gate to beco the vice president of Super Space Enterprise, made his eyes turn red with envy.

After hesitating for just one night, Hasegawa Yuki boarded a cruise ship the next evening and handed a wad of cash to the snakehead.

The snakehead casually checked Hasegawa Yuki’s luggage and was genuinely confused to find a real visa.

But Hasegawa Yuki just urged them to set sail repeatedly, so the snakehead, despite his doubts, set off with the tourists in the middle of the night, quietly lowering a rope ladder into the open sea, and Hasegawa Yuki tumbled into the rubber dinghy.

The people on the dinghy turned off all the lights and stuffed Hasegawa Yuki between five or six smugglers, then sped off into the night at full throttle.