A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Chapter 658 Jiang Xia's Little Scheme... His Ambitions Are Far-Reaching!

"Although my main specialty is viral diseases, I do have some knowledge of bacteria. Don't be afraid, old comrade. Some people are not optimistic about the 'quadruple therapy' proposed by Comrade Jiangxia, but I think it makes some sense. Although I have some doubts about his total treatment course of six months..."

"It's perfect that you're a sample; we can observe this further..."

Teacher Zhongyi swayed slightly. "Damn it, are you really treating me like a guinea pig? That brat Jiang Xia is a dried-up monkey himself. If he can come up with a treatment plan, why doesn't he treat his own 'deficiency illness' first?"

Doctor, you've been scammed...

Wait, your name is Fang Zhou? The guy who developed that vaccine?

Are you a bunch of lunatics, big and small?

Thinking of the doctor's deeds, Mr. Zhongyi, who wanted to raise objections, had his coat removed by Dr. Fangzhou in a few swift movements. As the cold stethoscope touched his skin, Mr. Zhongyi bowed his head and resigned himself to his fate.

Oh well... he's going to die anyway, let him do whatever he wants. Isn't there such a thing as a "silent mentor" in medicine? I might as well be one myself...

At this moment, Xiao Dai Mao's heartbroken voice continued to come through the receiver. Teacher Zhongyi tried to cover the microphone, his gaze also falling on the thick "dictionary" on the table: "Doctor, it's still a bit inconvenient right now. Why don't you go out and wait for a while? The price of hearing this is a bit too high..."

When Dr. Fangzhou moved his stethoscope to another position, Teacher Zhongyi jumped again, whether from being startled by the "dictionary" or for some other reason, it was unclear.

"Oh, the secrecy regulations! A young guy gave them to me when I entered the base. That stuff is child's play compared to 'virology'..."

"I'm going to see that kid later, so you don't need to worry about that. Sit still! Your tuberculosis symptoms match the textbook perfectly. They're so standard..."

Is it true?

Getting sick has to do with the standards?

When the topic of standards comes up, Professor Zhongyi thinks of Jiang Xia, who always has the words "system," "standard," and "norm" on his lips.

What kind of standards are these? They even do a terrible job of welding...

and many more!

Do you really need to consult a textbook just to see a doctor?

Ruined……

I want to build radar...

………………

Just as Teacher Zhongyi had grasped the true meaning of "roasting" without being taught, Jiang Xia had already begun describing the scene again:

"Comrades, let's imagine that scene:"

"One morning, a U-2, or some other high-altitude, high-speed reconnaissance aircraft, stealthily intruded into our airspace from a certain direction. It flew very high, over 20,000 meters."

"What about our ground radar network? Perhaps due to outdated equipment, insufficient numbers, or even electronic jamming by the enemy, we only managed to intermittently pick up a faint signal when enemy aircraft penetrated dozens or even hundreds of kilometers into our territory! The command post was in chaos, with information being relayed up the chain of command..."

"Finally! The order was finally delivered to the base where our proud 'Dongfeng-113' was located! The pilots were filled with excitement and rushed to the hangar at top speed to climb onto this warplane that represented the pinnacle of the Republic's aviation technology!"

start up!

Glide!

Burn with extra force!

The fighter jets roared, leaving long trails of flame as they pierced the sky!

"It flies so fast! So high!"

In just a few minutes, it soared to an altitude of 20,000 meters, reaching an impressive Mach 2.5! The pilot gripped the control stick, adrenaline surging, ready to engage the invading enemy!

"And then? And then... the pilot sees nothing but blue sky and white clouds! His onboard radar screen might be filled with static, or there might be only a few incomprehensible specks of light, or... it might be completely blank!"

And the ground command post? They were still anxiously issuing approximate location instructions based on the delayed, blurry, or even possibly lost radar signals: 'Enemy aircraft might be... southeast... altitude... 22,000... no, the signal has disappeared! Fly eastward again and see?'

"Our 'Dongfeng-113,' this 'divine sword' that has been forged with countless efforts and national funds, is like a peerless swordsman with his eyes blindfolded and ears plugged, aimlessly speeding across the vast sky! Its speed advantage has become a burden..."

Because it was flying too fast, the search area was harder to control, and the possibility of missing the target was greater! Its proud high-altitude performance seemed so pale and powerless at this moment!

"And the enemy aircraft? It may have already completed its reconnaissance mission and leisurely sailed away outside the futile search radius of our 'Divine Sword'!"

It might even have overheard the chaos in our ground command through its electronic listening equipment, seen the bewildered high-speed maneuvers of our warplanes, and sent out contemptuous jeers over the radio!

"When our 'Dongfeng 113' ran out of precious fuel, filled with frustration and the pilot's deep sense of defeat, and had to return to land..." Jiang Xia's voice lowered as he looked at the base soldiers standing guard at the door.

The soldier nodded frantically, large tears streaming down his face: "That's exactly it! That's exactly it! I heard Commander Pang say that he went up in the air and couldn't find anything, so he came down and chased rabbits in the haystack to vent his anger... It's so frustrating, so incredibly frustrating!"

Jiang Xia nodded to the soldier, took a sip of water infused with dried sea buckthorn, gave Secretary Liu a thumbs-up, and continued firing:

"The enemy planes have long since vanished without a trace. They took with them intelligence about our airspace, leaving behind only endless shame and a huge waste of resources!"

A deathly silence fell over the control tower. The last vestiges of hope that had lingered were extinguished by the cruel, realistic, and almost predictable scene described by Jiang Xia.

The cold reality was like a bucket of ice water poured over everyone's head, chilling them to the very core.

Jiang Xia's last words, carrying an almost pitying sigh, rang out clearly:

"Comrades, what use is a high-speed aircraft, no matter how advanced, that can't detect the enemy, lock onto its target, and can only fly blindly in the sky? The higher and faster it flies, the more it resembles an expensive, pathetic, futile joke."

"Instead of building a 'blind sword,' shouldn't we use our limited resources to sharpen our 'seeing' eyes first? Even if it's just solving the problem of the ground radar early warning network, or equipping our existing, reliable fighter jets with usable radars that can detect and lock onto targets? At least, when the enemy comes, we can see it, catch up with it, and hit it!"

"The system, the system..."

He gently put down the microphone, and the faint sound of it being put down was like a thunderclap in the deathly silent control tower.

Jiang Xia didn't care whether it was thunder or not; he just rubbed his newly sprouted stubble and waited for his superior's reaction.

If even such a crucial project can be halted by oneself, then...

Could we also use this incident as a template to slightly modify other empty and grandiose things?

Resources, oh, what we lack is resources!

If resources can be reintegrated, then...

With a bald eagle underfoot and a brown bear overhead, it doesn't seem so far out of reach after all.