Chapter 218 Launch! Let's see... whether it works or not.

Li Jiajun rubbed his hands together, preparing to use his silver tongue on the X appeal page to battle the officials for three hundred rounds and reclaim his precious spiritual home.

...

Meanwhile, at the border freight station bordering the Eastern Country.

As those heavy trucks slowly drove in and the one thousand specially made shockproof boxes printed with the Li Family Toy Factory's cartoon bear logo were unloaded, Rajesh felt as if he were welcoming a long-lost relative.

No, it was more important than that.

He felt as if he were welcoming the future of Curry Country's aerospace industry, welcoming his savior.

"Quick! Quick! Be careful! Everyone, handle them with care!"

Rajesh shouted commands on-site, personally supervising the handling of every box. His face, originally haggard from anxiety, now glowed with a sickly flush, and his eyes held an uncontrollable fanaticism.

As soon as the boxes were received, they were immediately loaded onto military transport planes that had been waiting there and flown overnight back to the ISRO Rocket R&D Center in Bangalore.

When these thousand boxes were neatly arranged in that massive dust-free laboratory workshop, the scientists under Rajesh were all dumbfounded.

They gathered around the boxes, looking at each other, not knowing what their superior was up to now.

"Sir... what is this?" a young scientist couldn't help but ask. "Shouldn't we be researching the rocket's failure issues? Why did a shipment of... toys arrive?"

Rajesh ignored his subordinates' questions.

He walked up to one of the boxes and, as if performing some sacred ritual, took a deep breath and then personally pried open the lid.

As the lid opened, a sci-fi-looking toy sky rocket, its entire body covered in precise dragon scale patterns, lay quietly in the shockproof foam like a sleeping work of art.

"What's going on..."

The surrounding scientists were stunned, having no idea what their department head was doing.

"Gentlemen!"

Rajesh turned around, spread his arms, and announced loudly to his still-dazed team members in a tone bordering on mania:

"This is our hope! This is the divine tool that will save our ISRO!"

"From now on, everyone, drop everything you're doing! Immediately begin the most comprehensive dismantling and reverse engineering of these toys!"

With his command, the entire R&D center immediately entered its highest state of operation.

Although the scientists were full of doubts, under Rajesh's indisputable orders, they immediately went into action.

...

Over the next few days, exclamations of surprise rose and fell in this core ISRO laboratory, almost without pause.

"Incredible! The structure of this Pangu Engine is too exquisite! Its turbopump actually uses this coaxial counter-rotating design; its volume is reduced by at least forty percent, yet its efficiency has more than doubled!"

"Quick, look at this! This attitude control system called eagle feather—its vector nozzles are actually six-axis linked! Heavens, how was this algorithm written? It's too stable!"

"And this shell! This composite material with a dragon scale structure—we used a Laser cutting machine for half a day and only barely managed to cut a small piece! Its strength and high-temperature resistance are an order of magnitude higher than the top materials in our lab!"

For these Curry Country scientists, the dismantling process was like a country bumpkin entering a grand palace.

Every time they dismantled a component, their worldview was refreshed.

Whether it was the precision engine design or the lightweight rocket body materials, everything far exceeded their existing technical level.

Rajesh watched the test reports being sent back by his team members, trembling with excitement.

"With these, our new rocket is saved!"

He held a preliminary analysis report on the Pangu Engine and shouted excitedly to the team.

However, excitement aside, a cruel reality soon appeared before them.

They discovered that they simply couldn't understand these technologies.

They could see that the Pangu Engine's turbopump was coaxial and counter-rotating, but they couldn't comprehend its internal complex fluid dynamics model.

They could see the eagle feather system had six vector nozzles, but they couldn't decipher its core dynamic correction algorithm.

They could analyze the approximate composition of the dragon scale shell, but they couldn't replicate its integrated lamination molding process.

They hadn't truly cracked these technologies.

Faced with this black technology that was like an unfathomable heavenly book, Rajesh and his team could only ultimately choose the dumbest and most desperate path—

Blindly imitating—Rajesh actually knew what he was doing; he had already planned for this.

They utilized all the highest-precision instruments in the laboratory.

They used a 3D laser scanner to measure the dimensions of every single part.

They used a mass spectrometer to analyze the composition of every material, accurate to the ratio of every element.

They used high-precision electronic scales to weigh every screw, with an error of no more than a milligram.

Then, they entered this massive, terrifying amount of data exactly as it was into the computer, attempting to create a one-to-one digital model in the virtual world.

They were going to use the dumbest method to replicate this miracle.

...

However, during this process of blind imitation, an indescribable, eerie feeling constantly lingered in the hearts of Rajesh and several senior Experts.

This afternoon, a senior Expert with graying hair who had worked at ISRO for nearly forty years put down his tools after completing the data entry for the engine turbopump and walked to Rajesh's side with a frown.

"Sir," the Old Expert adjusted his glasses, his face full of confusion and unease, "this data... looks perfect."

"But... I always feel like it's missing something."

Hearing this, Rajesh's heart skipped a beat.

Because he had the same feeling.

He looked at the gradually forming 3D model on the computer screen, built from countless data points.

This feeling was like looking at a landscape painting with superb technique—the mountains were mountains, the water was water, and every stroke was impeccable, but it just lacked something.

As Rajesh listened to one similar report after another from his subordinates, his frown deepened.

'Could it be... that Eastern genius really held something back?'

The thought flashed through his mind, but he quickly dismissed it.

'Impossible.'

'After all, I've already given him the deposit, and I don't owe him anything anymore. Why would he guard against me?'

He thought that since it was made by that Eastern genius, it should be fine. Perhaps they were just overthinking it?

However, that sense of wrongness was like a small thorn, constantly pricking his heart.

He couldn't wait any longer.

He had to immediately verify whether there was actually a problem with this design.

Rajesh took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the worry in his heart.

He turned around and gave an order to the technical supervisor behind him in an indisputable tone:

"Input all the data we've measured into the curry light and perform a full-process integrated launch simulation."

"Let's see... if it actually works."