Chapter 221 A Logical Genius! Launch vehicles compete on altitude, road construction on speed?

As the launch date approached, the public atmosphere in the entire Curry Country was like a chili pepper thrown into a boiling oil pan, completely exploding.

Even without deliberate guidance from the authorities, the flame known as "national pride" was already burning fiercely among the people.

Open the online forums of Curry Country, or walk through the streets and alleys of Mumbai and New Delhi, and everything you hear and see is praise for "Curry Space."

Words like "the rise of a great power," "rocket powerhouse," and "the leader of Asian aerospace" popped out as if they were free.

The Director-General of ISRO, Singh, became a darling in the eyes of the media.

To maintain the hype, he held a press conference almost every three days.

At the press conferences, he was high-spirited and spoke recklessly, saying today that Curry Country would have its own space station in the future, and tomorrow that it would land on the moon.

It was as if that rocket, which hadn't even gone up yet, had already conquered the entire Solar System.

...

And at this press conference, with only two days left before the launch, the atmosphere reached its climax.

The press conference scene was crowded with media reporters from all over the world.

Among them were several foreign correspondents from the Eastern Country.

Singh stood on the stage, enjoying the baptism of camera flashes, the smile on his face brighter than a blooming sunflower.

"Mr. Singh."

During the Q&A session, a "shill" reporter, who had been arranged by Singh long ago, stood up and asked loudly:

"Many people internationally are talking about 'Eastern Country speed' now, considering it a benchmark for infrastructure and industrial efficiency."

"May I ask, how do you view 'Eastern Country speed'? How does our 'curry speed' compare to it?"

As soon as this question was asked, the entire venue went silent.

Hearing this, Singh did not answer immediately.

He first adjusted his tie, and then a look of extreme contempt, even carrying a hint of pity, appeared at the corners of his mouth.

"Eastern Country speed?"

He shook his head and said loudly into the microphone, using that unique accent that sounded as if his tongue were tied in knots:

"That is already a thing of the past!"

"I know they build roads very fast, and they build bridges very fast too."

"But, ladies and gentlemen, please apply your logical thinking."

Singh extended a finger, drew a circle in the air, and then threw out his shocking "god-level theory":

"Look at the Eastern Country. There was a news report before that they built a certain ten-kilometer-long highway and finished it in six hours." It could be seen from this that he was indeed very impressed by this matter.

"Six hours, ten kilometers."

"Sounds fast, right?"

At this point, his tone shifted, and his voice suddenly rose:

"But, look at our launch rocket!"

He pointed to the rendering of the "polar satellite launch vehicle plus edition" on the large screen behind him, looking proud:

"Our rocket, although it is only fifty or sixty meters high."

"But!"

"After it ignites, it only takes a few minutes to break through the atmosphere! The height it flies is far more than ten kilometers!"

"It takes the Eastern Country person six hours to build ten kilometers of road, while our rocket flies dozens or hundreds of kilometers in just a few minutes!"

"That is the gap!"

"That is our 'curry speed'!"

"Who is faster? Who is stronger? It's obvious at a glance!"

"So, I want to tell the whole world that the so-called 'Eastern Country speed' is simply not worth mentioning in front of 'curry speed'!"

...

Silence.

A deathly... oh wait, the entire venue fell into a bizarre silence.

The international reporters present all opened their mouths wide, staring blankly at the smug Singh on the stage.

The pens in their hands fell to the ground, yet they were completely unaware.

At this moment, their CPUs were fried by these remarks.

'Comparing launch rocket height? Comparing road speed?'

'Taking the speed of a vertically flying rocket and comparing it to the construction speed of laying roads on the ground?'

'Is this the kind of logic a carbon-based lifeform can come up with?'

This magical analogy of "comparing launch rocket length and road speed" left the international reporters present dumbfounded.

This was no longer just a logical fallacy; it was practically welding down the lids of Newton's and Einstein's coffins and then performing a Bollywood dance on top!

Everyone looked at each other, speechless, not even knowing how to refute such an utterly ridiculous viewpoint.

However.

Unlike the stunned international reporters.

The domestic media reporters of Curry Country, after a brief daze, acted as if they had found a precious treasure.

"Well said!"

"That is the truth!"

"Our rocket is much faster than their roads!"

Thunderous applause and cheers instantly erupted from below the stage.

This sentence was hailed by them as a "golden quote," and through the internet and television signals, it quickly spread throughout the entire Curry Country.

On the internet, countless Curry Country Netizens were even high to the extreme.

"Mr. Singh is absolutely right! We have already surpassed the Eastern Country and become number one in Asia!"

"It's just that Eastern Country people love to brag; in reality, their speed is not good at all!"

"Flying hundreds of kilometers in a few minutes, that's what you call technology! That's what you call strength!"

The entire online space of Curry Country fell into a carnival lacking basic common sense.

...

Meanwhile, on the Eastern Country side.

Imperial Capital, General Armament Department.

Liu Jianguo and a group of military industry bigwigs were currently sitting around the large screen in the meeting room, following this upcoming launch that was said to be able to change the world's landscape.

On the screen, Singh's "shocking" speech was being played.

"Pfft—"

An Old General who was drinking tea spat it out directly, not having time to wipe the water stains on his uniform, coughing until his face was flushed red.

"This... this..."

The Old General pointed at the screen, unable to speak for a long time.

The other Experts and bigwigs around him also had their mouths twitching wildly, their facial expressions incredibly colorful.

It was the loss of composure after being shocked to the point of a tingling scalp.

"This logic... is invincible."

Liu Jianguo, holding quick-acting heart-saving pills in his hand, looked at The Director-General Singh in the news, who was gesticulating wildly with an "I am the smartest" look on his face, and was also speechless.

He had originally been worried whether Curry Country had really developed some black technology, after all, that "100% success rate" data was right there.

But now, looking at the level of this Director-General...

'Just this?'

'This kind of person can lead a space project?'

Such a thought emerged in Liu Jianguo's mind.

He shook his head, feeling utterly speechless.

"It hasn't even launched successfully yet, and they're already being so high-profile, even saying they'll have a space station and land on the moon in the future. I want to see what kind of tricks they can actually pull off."

An Expert next to him sighed, his tone carrying a hint of pity as if looking at a fool.

"Forget it, let them be."

The Old General wiped his mouth and regained his seriousness: "However, while we despise the enemy strategically, we must still respect them tactically. No matter how unreliable their person in charge is, if that data is true, the threat still exists."

"Let's continue to monitor it."

Liu Jianguo nodded, but he couldn't control things at this level; he could only watch.

The atmosphere in the meeting room lightened up a bit.

Everyone watched the carnival in Curry Country on the screen, which was like a festival, waiting in their hearts to see how this play would end.

It was at this very moment.

Liu Jianguo looked at the screen and suddenly thought of Li Jiajun.

'Speaking of which...'

He rubbed his chin, lost in thought.

'How come there's been no movement from that kid Li Jiajun these past few days?'

However, he also breathed a sigh of relief.

Before, that kid had been chasing him to ask about the direction for making toys.

But even though he was a grandmaster of the heterodox path, this wasn't something he could come up with in a short time.

And now the other party was quiet.

Quiet is good; finally, things have settled down.

At this time.

Inside the Li Family Toy Factory in Baishui City.

Li Jiajun was not only not depressed, but was instead sitting in his boss chair, legs crossed, humming a little tune, feeling absolutely delighted.

"We common people, today is such a happy day..."

Li Jiajun looked at the computer screen, holding a bottle of Coke, his face overflowing with the joy of a "bountiful harvest."

Because he suddenly felt like double happiness had arrived at his door.

The first joy was that his spiritual home problem was solved.

Previously, his Twitter (X) account had been banned, and several appeals had failed, which made him very depressed, as it was an important window for him to appreciate "art" and cultivate his mind.

But, as a genius with heaven-defying comprehension, his mind turned quite fast.

'If I can't appeal it back, I don't necessarily have to use the original account!'

'Can't I just register a new one?'

So, he recently registered a new Twitter account himself, with the ID "Looking for Art," and the profile picture was still that harmless-looking selfie.

Although the following list was empty and he had to re-find those virtuous and artistic Young ladies who didn't guard against gentlemen and were both big and white, for him, this was instead a kind of joy in re-exploring.

"This is the life."

Li Jiajun happily browsed the web and gave a like to a dancing Young lady.

And the second joy was the main event.

He had finally done a proper piece of business!

That's right, it was the business done with Rajesh, whose ID was "a curry person who loves to free ride."

Although the process of this transaction was a bit convoluted and the ending was a bit of a "shambles"—the other party lost contact immediately after receiving the goods, didn't pay a cent of the remaining twenty-five million balance, and directly blocked him and deleted the account.

If it were someone else, they would probably have exploded with anger and gone on a cross-border debt collection mission.

But who was Li Jiajun?

"Hehe, want to free ride on me? In your next life."

Li Jiajun looked at the twenty-five million deposit that was already safe in his bank account, and a smug smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

Although he only got the deposit this time and wouldn't give the remaining Curry Sticks.

But!

He had also only sent half the parts!

What the other party got was a bunch of semi-finished products that looked very impressive but could actually only make a noise, and couldn't even make a good noise at that.

"This is called business wisdom."

"This is called risk hedging."

Li Jiajun gave himself a big thumbs up in his heart.

'I both made money and punished a dishonest buyer, and I wasn't even requisitioned by the state!'

'This is simply a textbook-level business case!'

Not being hauled away by the military's big trucks, not having to write a self-criticism for Uncle Liu, and not being called a general by Netizens.

This is victory!

"Comfortable!"

Li Jiajun stretched, looking at the bright sunshine outside the window, feeling that the future was bright.

In any case, he felt that he had finally done a serious piece of business this time.