44: Daxia's true world layout! Lu Ze: Teacher

Chapter 44: Da Xia's True Global Strategy! Lu Ze: Teacher, I understand! (Please subscribe!)

Xia Academy of Sciences.

In the Dean's office.

"The news should have reached the Eagle Nation, right?"

Zheng Lixing took a puff from his pipe and said cheerfully, "I wonder what their reaction will be? Did they ever think we could also build a fifth-generation fighter jet?"

The J-20 project was hidden for a full two or three years, and now it finally has the opportunity to bring glory to Da Xia's Air Force.

Even though there's still some time until its maiden flight, it shouldn't be too far off.

"Cough, cough... General Zheng, how many times have I told you not to smoke in my office?" Zhang Yuli coughed twice, waving away the thick smoke. "Besides, if you're going to smoke, at least smoke something better."

He always smoked cheap tobacco. Even if he didn't care about his own health, he should consider how others felt about the smell.

"It's just a habit. I'm not used to good tobacco either." Zheng Lixing quickly put out his cigarette.

"Back to the main topic, the Eagle Nation is probably having a headache right now."

Zhang Yuli took a sip of tea, his brows full of amusement. "Now we just wait for their reaction. There's going to be a show to watch."

Da Xia leaking the J-20's development plan at this time was not simply to display its military strength.

He didn't believe that with the Eagle Nation's intelligence analysis capabilities, they hadn't discovered Da Xia was developing a fifth-generation fighter over the past few years.

Even the 'wall-climbers' outside the 611 Institute had heard rumors. If the CIA had no information at all, they would have all been laid off long ago.

The reason they didn't say anything was because they pretended not to see it, or even didn't believe Da Xia could develop it so quickly.

One of the most crucial issues involved whether to shut down the F22 production line, which was also the most serious disagreement among the Eagle Nation's military-industrial complex, Congress, and the Department of Defense.

With them fighting tooth and nail, Da Xia's announcement of the successful J-20 taxi test at this time would undoubtedly cause huge internal turmoil in the Eagle Nation.

"This is good. The more chaotic the Eagle Nation is, the more advantageous it is for us. We have to thank this Mysterious Organization," Zheng Lixing sighed.

This was not only to allow the Mysterious Organization to 'fish in troubled waters' more effectively, but also for Da Xia to develop its economy and accumulate strength.

It could be said that without this 'Mysterious Organization,' they would probably have to endure for many more years before they could finally achieve great success.

But times are different now. In the upcoming major situation in the Middle East, he wondered if the Eagle Nation would dare to get involved.

It's been too long since it was the world's boss; it's time for a change of ownership.

Just then.

"Academian Zheng Lixing, Dean Zhang Yuli, good day to both of you."

"Notice: Please attend an emergency meeting at 7 PM tonight."

At the same time, this news, as expected by the two of them, was being spread far and wide.

Kadena Air Base, Okinawa, Japan.

This is the Eagle Nation's largest Air Force base in the entire Asia-Pacific, with over 30,000 soldiers stationed, hundreds of fighter jets, bombers, and several air groups.

At the same time, it is also the closest military base to Da Xia, like a thorn in the throat. It can be said that Da Xia regards it as a thorn in its side, a nail in its flesh. How can one sleep soundly with another snoring beside their bed?

At this moment.

The new commander, Brigadier General Pre Jamir, lay in his office chair, quietly smoking a cigar, feeling quite comfortable.

Although he wasn't the supreme commander in Japan, far from the five-star emperor MacArthur who often criticized others, he held an undisputed position throughout Okinawa.

But in the Eagle Nation, he was just an ordinary senior military officer, not even given a second glance by political and business families or the Wall Street squids.

Here, however, Pre Jamir was the supreme overlord.

Just as he narrowed his eyes, enjoying this rare moment of ease.

A messenger rushed in, his expression panicked: "Brigadier General Jamir, something big has happened."

"What is it? Did those few troublemakers at the base go and assault local Japanese women again?"

Pre Jamir frowned. "Or did someone get drunk and kill a few Japanese people? Just throw him in the brig for a few days first."

This kind of thing had happened eight times in the month since he took office, so it was practically commonplace.

Just as he thought it was just another minor incident.

"No, General, it's news from Da Xia."

"Continue," his face darkened.

"According to the latest news from Da Xia, their newest fighter jet has undergone taxi testing, and even completed high-speed test conditions... and it's very likely a fifth-generation fighter," the messenger quickly summarized the intelligence.

"Fifth-generation fighter? Da Xia is going to develop a fifth-generation fighter?"

Pre Jamir's face was full of disbelief.

He had only one feeling: Da Xia was crazy!

Are they really trying to build a fifth-generation fighter? With their technical level, which took 14 years to develop a fourth-generation fighter like the J-10? And with comprehensive backwardness in materials, engines, avionics, and so on?

Pre Jamir just wanted to ask, what gives you the right, Da Xia?

The messenger thought for a moment: "General, do you think this is a deliberate smokescreen by them? The purpose being the closure of our F22 production line?"

Pre Jamir shook his head: "Whether it is or not, these decisions are not ours to make. Just submit the intelligence to Washington."

"The rest is not within your or my scope of consideration."

Whether Da Xia's fifth-generation fighter was real or fake, and whether it was meant to influence the F22's shutdown, was that a question he could discuss?

Did they really think the proposal to close the F22 production line was simply because the F22 was too expensive to build? No, it was because it wasn't profitable enough!

Behind this were how many military-industrial complexes pushing for profit-driven proposals? And how many royal relatives were involved? Both sides were fighting fiercely, wanting a bigger piece of the pie.

He was just an ordinary 'Brigadier General,' a man who would happily run off to a big company to take on a leisurely role as a retired senior executive after his term was over.

Dare to get involved in such issues? Are you tired of living? This is a slippery slope of thought that cannot be touched!

Pre Jamir didn't want his wife to hear news of him accidentally drowning in a toilet.

Let Congress worry about these issues.

Time flew by, and the next day.

Eagle Nation Bay Area, LLNL Laboratory.

It was Thursday, and there were three days left until the next replication count refresh.

Lu Ze and Lucy, uncharacteristically, clocked in only one minute late, causing everyone in the laboratory to look sideways.

Before ten o'clock, the two of them, with great tacit agreement, picked up some snacks and drinks and began to have afternoon tea at a table.

Of course, this was mainly Lu Ze watching Lucy eat and drink enthusiastically, accompanying her with idle chatter.

After all, he had eaten so much for breakfast; how could he eat any more? He didn't have that special talent.

"Oh, by the way, Lu Ze, I heard there's good news about Da Xia's fifth-generation fighter jet?" Lucy elegantly swallowed a piece of toast cake.

"Seems so. Why are you interested in this stuff?" Lu Ze looked puzzled.

Don't let Lucy's appearance as a mature woman with wavy hair fool you; in reality, she was a child with a heart full of girlishness.

She loved sweets, loved watching cartoons, and recently even pestered him to teach her 'Da Xia traditional kung fu' and 'internal strength!'

'I only know a set of eighteen touches through clothing.' Thinking of this, Lu Ze couldn't help but complain internally.

Now she was even concerned about the latest developments in Da Xia's scientific research weapons?

The style is all wrong; this isn't Lucy! Monster, quickly take off your clothes and verify your identity!

Lucy didn't care at all, shrugging: "It's nothing, I just happened to see this information."

She was just a person who slacked off and waited for death. If Lu Ze wasn't from Da Xia, she wouldn't bother caring about such news at all; it was much more comfortable to eat more delicious food.

Just as the two were chatting, a somewhat unfamiliar but familiar face walked in from outside the laboratory.

"My two students, it's truly been a long time." Michael Hassen walked to the table and skillfully picked up a tart, eating it.

As their mentor, he was usually elusive, rarely seen for days.

Even the research tasks assigned by the laboratory, after creating a file, had no further progress, remaining at 0.0001%.

It could be said that he was truly the strongest king of the slacking world.

"Professor Hassen, the last time we met was at that Italian restaurant."

Lucy said, pouting.

One of her favorite blueberry tarts was snatched away just like that? Unforgivable.

"Good morning, Professor Hassen." Lu Ze smiled.

"Lu, how have you been doing in the lab recently?"

Michael Hassen sat down casually: "Has the situation improved a bit compared to before? Or is it worse?"

Although he had a rough exterior, he was quite meticulous on the inside.

Even though he couldn't help his disciple achieve great success, he at least wanted him to be comfortable in the lab, right?

Lu Ze pondered for a moment, then shook his head: "I'm seeking change, but there hasn't been much of a turnaround yet."

In terms of slacking off and mediocrity, he had a lot to learn from this senior.

"Prejudice is always the hardest to change." Michael Hassen took a sip of ice water and continued to bury his head in his food: "You can learn more from the people of India."

"Sometimes, appropriately revealing your flaws is your best strategy, and those who seem to have no flaws are the ones most guarded against by others."

People who are so mediocre that they have no obvious flaws are also not trusted by others.

And those who appear to have a host of flaws often gain trust easily, because everyone doesn't perceive them as a threat.

Lu Ze felt his Ren and Du meridians open up in that instant.

As expected of the great sage and teacher of the slacking world, Teacher, I understand!

"Teacher, how do you know so much?" Lu Ze asked with a hint of curiosity.

"I am a Slav. My original name was actually Tomislavsky Hassen." Michael Hassen's voice revealed a hint of sarcasm.

Hearing this, Lu Ze understood completely.

Good heavens, Professor Hassen couldn't have been a scientist dug up by the Eagle Nation when the Big Brother disintegrated, could he?

No wonder he understood so well what it meant to be ostracized and what it meant to slack off.

After all, he was spurred by the Eagle Nation's empty promises to rush over, even changing his original name to an American one, only to encounter extreme distrust and neglect here, with no room for him to participate in even relatively important research projects.

And only by working so hard at slacking off did he qualify to survive.

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