Chapter 84 Reshaping the Future of Warfare

Inside the meeting room of the confidential hotel in the suburbs of the capital.

Everyone's gaze was uniformly focused on the representative from Chengfei Group.

Those present were veterans who had spent decades struggling in their respective fields; they could read massive amounts of information from the slightest change in expression. At this moment, the representative from Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group's face, which had instantly drained of color, and his suddenly constricted pupils, sharply pierced everyone's nerves.

Something had happened.

And it was something big.

The amusement Liu Jianguo felt after being played by Li Jiajun was completely washed away by this sudden turn of events. He furrowed his brows and stared intently at his colleague, trying to discern some clues from the other man's face.

The other man completely ignored the gazes directed at him. His entire world seemed to have condensed onto the document in his hands. The document was not thick, and the title read: "Preliminary Technical Analysis Report on the dragon knight no. 1 High-Performance Children's Car."

His breathing became heavy, his chest heaving violently as if he had just finished a marathon with no end in sight. His face, usually as steady as a mountain, now appeared somewhat ferocious due to the extreme tension of his muscles.

The most eye-catching thing was the hand holding the teacup.

His hand was bony, accustomed to holding pens and signing documents for years, steady enough to thread a needle. At this moment, however, it was trembling violently and uncontrollably, as if it had been connected to high-voltage electricity.

The white porcelain teacup collided with the saucer, emitting a rapid series of clicking sounds in the dead-silent meeting room. The sound was not loud, but it struck the hearts of everyone present, making the atmosphere increasingly heavy and tense.

The scalding tea sloshed violently out of the cup, first soaking his fingers, and then spilling in a large patch onto his trouser leg. His dark trousers were quickly stained even darker, creating a distinct water stain with faint wisps of steam rising from it.

Yet he was completely unaware, as if the scorching temperature capable of burning his skin did not exist at all.

His entire focus, his very soul, had been completely captured by the cold technical descriptions in those few lines of the report.

The report stated: "Utilizing a multi-layer nano-metamaterial stacking structure, by precisely controlling the permittivity and permeability of each material layer, it achieves negative refraction of light in specific bands, thereby guiding electromagnetic waves around the target object to achieve the purpose of evading visible light and radar wave detection."

"This... this is impossible... this is absolutely impossible!"

This thought surfaced in his mind, roaring frantically within his brain, attempting to deny everything he saw before him.

He thought of the white-haired academicians in his team, the countless samples burned in the laboratory, the days and nights spent working through the night for a trivial parameter breakthrough, and the heavy sighs during yet another failed technical demonstration meeting not long ago.

Those painful memories came flooding back, forming the most cruel and unbelievable contrast with those few understated lines of data in the report.

Every word on the report stabbed deeply into his eyes, leaving him unable to deny or escape it.

This suffocating silence seemed to last as long as a century, yet also felt like only a few short seconds.

Finally, under the astonished and puzzled gazes of everyone, the Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group representative suddenly sprang up from that heavy mahogany chair!

His movement was so wide that he knocked the heavy chair behind him directly backward.

Clang!

The harsh, loud noise gave everyone present a huge fright, and several bigwigs subconsciously shuddered.

But he didn't care at all.

His eyes were bloodshot, filled with red veins that had burst due to the violent emotional fluctuations. He completely abandoned his usual demeanor of strategic composure, ignoring that the people present were leaders of the same rank, and disregarding face and decorum.

This state-owned enterprise leader, who had seen countless storms, spoke in a voice so hoarse it was completely distorted, mixed with ecstasy and disbelief. He shouted to the entire room, and to his own project that had been stalled for countless years:

"Optical stealth! It is true optical stealth!"

His voice completely cracked from extreme excitement, sounding shrill.

He acted like a madman, raising and waving the report in his hands high above. The pages trembled violently in his grip, like a dying butterfly. The movement didn't look like a presentation; it looked more like an accusation, or perhaps the proclamation of an unbelievable miracle.

"The technology that has had our entire Sharp Sword project by the throat, the technology we couldn't overcome despite countless efforts and billions in funding! It... it was actually realized by a toy factory!"

These words, each carrying the weight of a thousand jin, exploded instantly in the small meeting room. The effect was silent, yet enough to shatter the psychological defenses of everyone present.

The meeting room fell once again into a dead silence, deeper and more terrifying than before.

If the previous silence stemmed from confusion and doubt, then the current silence came entirely from extreme shock.

Every single bigwig present stared blankly at the Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group representative, who was behaving abnormally. They were first horrified, then bewildered, and finally, their faces were left completely blank.

The Sharp Sword project!

Who among those present did not know the earth-shattering weight contained in this code name?

It was the future of the Eastern Country Air Force! It was the highest crystallization of the entire national aviation industry! It was the peak that countless researchers had staked their life's work to climb! It was even their ultimate trump card to compete with the Ugly Country in the future skies!

They all knew, to varying degrees, that the biggest and most fatal obstacle for this project, which had exhausted the nation's resources, was optical stealth technology. This technology could theoretically allow a fighter jet to achieve absolute disappearance.

For this technology, how much manpower and material resources had the country invested? How many top scientists had turned their hair white for it? How many hopeful experiments had been declared failures in the face of data at the very last step? In how many international exchanges had the lack of this technology left them unable to stand tall at the negotiation table?

But now, someone was telling them that this top-tier problem, which had plagued the nation's most brilliant minds, had been nonchalantly solved by a toy factory, applied to a car for children to drive?

"What the hell... are we listening to a tall tale or dreaming collectively?"

This thought was truly unbelievable, yet it surfaced almost simultaneously in the mind of every bigwig. They felt their worldviews being shattered into pieces by a toy car at this very moment.

Liu Jianguo was completely stunned.

He felt as if his brain had been heavily smashed, buzzing, and completely blank.

He had previously thought that the Swarm Drone Li Jiajun had created was already a sky-shattering disaster, its technical value sufficient for the military to spare no cost.

But now, compared to the optical stealth coating described in the report before him, those drones were simply harmless little toys!

He suddenly remembered Li Jiajun's solemn assurance over the phone ten minutes ago: "Uncle Liu, don't worry! What I've made this time is a proper children's toy! I guarantee you, this car won't even get a speeding ticket!"

"Damn it, cameras can't even capture the car, cameras and radar can't scan its shadow, even if the King of Hell came personally, he couldn't issue this ticket!"

Liu Jianguo was speechless, feeling as if the needle on his blood pressure monitor might have snapped from overload. He finally, slowly, realized that what he was facing this time was not some outrageous civil case at all. This was an earth-shattering event, enough to change the national strategic landscape, and perhaps even reshape the form of future warfare.

And the culprit behind all this was still that brat who made his blood pressure seesaw repeatedly and whom he wished he could strangle with his own hands!

The Old General sitting in the main seat no longer had a trace of helplessness or amusement on his face. In his slightly cloudy eyes, a sharp light now erupted.