Sky-cracking Rider

As the deputy chief designer of the "Canglong" project and also a team member, Nangong Ruiyang stared intently at Chen Fei, who was handling the "Canglong" concept plane. His actions made Nangong feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

Nangong Ruiyang turned to Secretary Shen Fei, who was standing nearby, and asked, "What is this guy doing?"

If the group company hadn't reached out to Jiu Defense Company for help, due to his stance, Nangong would not have allowed Chen Fei to touch the unfinished concept plane again.

In fact, it was just an empty shell for public display and didn't hold much value; the skin was eventually going to be seen by others, so it was impossible to keep it secret.

But why did this guy give off the feeling that he was up to no good?

Was it some divine ability to measure by hand?

"I don't know!"

Teacher Shen looked completely clueless.

She wasn't covering for her boyfriend; she genuinely had no idea.

In places out of their view, the interior of the "Canglong" concept plane was constantly generating and evolving various module components, filling the empty space bit by bit until the design proposal deduced by "Adam" was fully replicated.

Of course, there was some difference between the design proposal simulated through deduction and reality.

However, Chen Fei, with his extensive experience from crashing planes, was able to bridge theory with practice, continually adjusting and fine-tuning. Although there was no flight testing, the performance of the jet was gradually approaching perfection. Despite the absence of flight tests, the "Canglong" advanced fighter jet had been through numerous wind tunnel tests, and its aerodynamic design was already very mature.

At this moment, it was hard to notice, but the fighter jet's weight and center of gravity were undergoing subtle changes.

Compared to the step-by-step research and development process of the "Canglong" project team, Chen Fei and "Adam" relied on their own strength, forging ahead with the operation of metal elemental psychic power.

Touching the nose of the plane, the nose was round and prominent.

Touching the cockpit, the canopy shone like gold.

Touching the side canard wings, the wings were sharp as knife tips.

Fourth touch...

This touch seemed to never end.

After waiting for over an hour, Nangong Ruiyang, who was supervising Chen Fei, grew increasingly impatient, his eyes twitching.

Finally, unable to hold back, he said roughly, "Hey, Chen, have you touched enough?"

The single "Eighteen Touches" loop had played several rounds; didn't he have any sense of completion?

"Almost done, just a little while longer," replied Chen Fei.

Chen Fei continued to touch every inch meticulously, treating it as if caressing a lover, his communication with "Adam," unknown to others, never ceased.

Luckily, the body skin of the jet was made of a tough and lightweight specialty alloy for aviation; Nangong Ruiyang was afraid Chen Fei would wear down the brand new shell of the concept jet.

A fighter jet completely worn down, how infuriating would that be?

After ten more minutes, just as the Nangong Young Master was about to lose his patience again, Chen Fei finally stopped, stood with his hands tied, and looked back with a smile.

"All done, it's settled!"

His brain was working hard, and now was the time for the sage; he just wanted to lie down and get some rest.

He and "Adam" had finally completed the "Canglong" advanced fighter jet.

He waved to Shen Fei.

"Secretary Shen, I need your help with something."

But now was not the time to lie down, Chen Fei had some ideas.

"???"

Shen Fei had no clue what new scheme Chen Fei could have after feeling up the "Canglong" concept plane.

"Come here, lean in closer!"

Chen Fei moved towards Shen Fei's face...

Ah! Without any warning, the Nangong Young Master found himself on the receiving end of a blatant display of public affection.

You, you you you, Chen, that's enough already!

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"What... what are you trying to do?"

Mr. Jonas, the manager of the "Abyss Coliseum" project, felt a chill run down his spine as he noticed the one-eyed woman who had been waiting outside his office since early morning.

The one-eyed demon, known to be vengeful and unforgiving, the boss of Jiu Defense, Hanna Gagel—a woman not to be trifled with!

After waiting for a while, Hanna Gagel fluttered the document in her hand and said with a smile, "Of course, to file the model of aircraft entering the battle!"

This filing document had gone through most of the process by the end of the previous day, only missing the final signature of the project manager.

After public disclosure, the "Genuine Fragrance" squadron's newly added fighter jet would be able to officially appear in the duel against the Hanuman Airborne Group.

"I won't agree to a last-minute change of planes," said the manager of the "Abyss Coliseum" project department immediately.

Just as expected of the demon with a bad reputation in the military contracting circle, quite the strategist.

Hanna Gagel didn't hesitate to retort.

"The Hanuman Airborne Group replaced their craft with the F-40X at the last minute, isn't that also a change of planes? When initially announced, those two improved X-model prototype planes weren't mentioned. As a self-proclaimed third party, can't the Space Exploration Technology Company even maintain this bit of neutrality? Our replacement filing is in line with the procedures and rules, why won't you approve? If the Hanuman can change, why can't we? Mr. Jonas, which side are you really on..."

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In just a couple of sentences, the manager of the "Abyss Coliseum" project management department was hung over the fire.

If the other party dared to show the slightest inclination, the hosts of the "Abyss Coliseum," the board of directors of the Space Exploration Technology Company, would definitely not hesitate to sacrifice this guy on the spot—literally sacrifice him.

"This does not comply with the process!"

Truth be told, Manager Jonas had no desire to get involved in this murky situation.

If things went wrong, he would offend both sides and be stuck in an impossible situation.

"The duel has not officially started yet, this document completely complies with the regulations; all it lacks is your signature, sir! Please follow the rules."

Hanna Gagel had no qualms about slamming the document onto the other party's desk—today, whether you sign it willingly or not, you must sign. This is the final ultimatum.

When the arrow is drawn on the bow, it must be shot, regardless of whether the target is a god or a Buddha.

Don't be fooled by Boss Hana's drunken cat demeanor around Chen Fei; when she gets serious, the nickname "female demon" is indeed not a compliment.

What kind of people lead what kind of teams—the notorious reputation of Jiu Defense Company in the industry was won by fighting and snatching in rapid growth.

Manager Jonas stated with a righteous expression: "I, I will not agree to have active combat aircraft appear in the duel!"

Aircraft upon aircraft—the female demon fired up face-to-face.

What Jiu Defense Company was up to was clear to both the heart of Washington and Elizabeth; this manager in charge of the duel project was really in a tough spot.

"Please take a clear look, 'Canglong' is not an active service model."

Hanna Gagel pointed out, without giving face, the other party's attempt to feign ignorance and muddle through.

Against such nitwits, a couple of substantial slaps were indeed called for.

"Ah? It's not an active service model?"

As an aerospace manufacturing industry worker, Jonas had indeed not heard of a name like "Canglong" within the active service air forces of various sovereignties.

But why was there a nagging sense of familiarity, as if he had heard it somewhere before?

Ah, now he remembered—it was the exhibition information submitted by the Northern Weapons Industry Group!

"'Canglong' is a concept aircraft of the Northern Weapons Industry Group; how could it possibly be active service? It's still early days to become active service!"

Hanna Gagel sneered incessantly.

If the Hanuman Airborne Group played close to the edge, why couldn't Jiu Defense Company do the same?

Too much cunning can eventually turn into cunning of a more unseemly kind, disgustingly so.

Shen Fei was a senior leader's secretary at the Northern Weapons Industry Group and single-handedly took care of this report document, which only lacked the final signature. Hanna Gagel had specifically timed her visit to hold down this manager in charge of the duel project.

"Ah, this…"

The rules do not allow for active combat aircraft in the dueling battles; Manager Jonas was momentarily at a loss for words.

"The two F-40X aircraft from the Hanuman Airborne Group are experimental machines, and our 'Canglong' being added this time is also an experimental machine. If everyone's aircraft are experimental, why allow Hanuman Airborne Group to proceed and not my 'Genuine Fragrance' squadron?"

Hanna Gagel dealt the final blow; her voice even carried outside the office, deliberately so!

The "Canglong" project was still in the phase of experimental flight testing, with truly not a single flaw to pick out.

"I..."

Manager Jonas's mental defenses were increasingly crumbling.

"SIGN!!!"

The one-eyed female demon commanded with a bang over his head.

Only someone like her could get the job done; anyone else would have failed to control the situation.

Jonas's mouth twitched and, without a word, he ultimately signed his own name dutifully on the document.

Hanna Gagel took out her phone and said in an unhurried manner: "It's done!"

In an office not far away.

Assistant Lahar nodded at a staffer.

"Manager Jonas has signed; go ahead and publish the announcement!" Explore hidden tales at My Virtual Library Empire

It was a seamless transition; Jiu Defense Company had not only handled Manager Jonas from the project management department but also dealt with other department staff members and, in a race against time, publicized the news about "Canglong" joining the battle.

Only at this moment were all the procedural steps fully completed.

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Early in the day, Nangong Ruiyang, who had groomed himself into a dapper appearance with a suit and polished face, arrived early at the exhibition area, bossing around the staff.

"Arrange the display boards neatly, the text on the isolation tape must be aligned, give me the microphone, everyone cheer up..."

Today was the big day; the wealthy clients from the Desert Peninsula and Fusang Island were coming together to conduct preliminary intentions for engagement with the "Canglong" project.

The industrial technology trees of the various sovereignties on Blue Star were mostly incomplete, and thus it was better to buy advanced tactical military hardware than to try to build it themselves.

The "Canglong" advanced fighter jet was positioned not as the main fighter but as a support aircraft for the main fighters. Although there were some compromises in its performance, it had a very high cost-performance ratio. It was not only suitable for native deployment but also for export.

Nangong Ruiyang had even practiced for two days in private, not even having the time to be angry with Chen Xiao'er.

Seeing someone approaching from afar, seemingly a group of several dozen, he adjusted his clothes and spread a standard corporate smile, welcoming them.

"Mr. Kobayashi! Mr. Ahmed!"

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