Chapter 469

Chapter 469: Need Special Services?

Recently, the rapidly changing situation in Afghanistan had been a whirlwind, and except for a few, no one would know that it had something to do with Major Lin Mo, a fighter pilot from the Night Special Forces Aircrew Group.

Lin Mo, this little butterfly flapping his wings unknowingly, had stirred up a storm beyond everyone’s imagination.

A moment later, Captain Feng was already confident and had a plan in mind. He picked up the phone, dialed a few numbers, and quickly connected with an internal line.

"Old Xie, this is Feng Chenye. Bring the ‘Twin Stars’ to my office!"

…

Unaware that the major changes in Afghanistan were related to him, Lin Mo continued to sleep soundly until the doorbell of his hotel room rang.

Ding-dong!

The doorbell suddenly rang, and a voice followed from outside, "Sir, do you need special services?"

"Damn! Who dares to bother me?"

Lin Mo abruptly opened his eyes, jumped out of bed, ran to the door, and pulled it open, only to see Chen Haiqing, the young master Chen, standing at the door with a big smile, waving at him.

He looked just like a lucky cat, trying to summon Lin Mo as if he were gold and silver treasures.

What special services? Lin Mo wouldn’t fall for that nonsense aimed at the wild girls in domestic hotels.

After all, he had been in this world for over a year; he knew a bit about the chaotic things that happened here.

"Hahaha, I’m telling you, ‘Dragon Knight,’ can’t take it anymore, huh? France is the city of romance; want to go out tonight and have some fun?"

Chen Haiqing’s eyes gleamed with mischief, clearly up to no good.

"Get lost!" Lin Mo glared, almost wanting to slam him against the wall with a single swipe.

"Okay, okay, no more jokes. It’s already eight o’clock. You’re hungry, right? Let’s go eat some authentic French cuisine, the best!" Chen Haiqing said while peeking into Lin Mo’s room. "Oh, didn’t you invite a beautiful woman? Oh my, such a pure young man! Didn’t you know? I booked your room with beautiful service, passionately fiery, called the steeds of the lover’s country. You missed it! Oh my, to raise our national prestige… France is also a very revolutionary country, you should know this…”

Bang!

Enough was enough! Lin Mo didn’t hold back this time, grabbing Chen Haiqing by the neck and tossing him out a good ten meters. With a thud, he crashed into the wall at the end of the corridor, making a heavy thud.

Each floor had guards sent by the Chinese military who looked over, contemplating whether to cover their eyes at the sight, which was too gruesome, and whether to call for a stretcher.

Even though Lin Mo was much stronger than an ordinary person, his control was also impeccable. He only left Chen Haiqing with chest pain and unable to speak and didn’t inflict any injuries.

"Cough, cough! You’re so ruthless! I can’t take it; I’m injured! I want to call 120! Hey, you’re also supposed to call 110 for me!"

Chen Haiqing rolled his eyes, feigning a dramatic death.

He was not entirely wrong; if Lin Mo wanted to, countless agent-like beauties would be clamoring to throw themselves at the Dragon Knight.

"Forget it; you’re not in the service area now, so don’t call 110 or 120. I think dealing with you is enough," Lin Mo said, rolling his eyes as he pulled out the room card, locked the door, and walked toward Chen Haiqing. "If you don’t get up, I’ll shoot you again. Tonight, I’ll roast you for dinner."

"Ah! You’re so cruel! Where did you learn to be so heartless?” Chen Haiqing, feigning a fall, jumped up and pretended nothing had happened as he dusted off nonexistent dirt from himself.

The five-star hotel had carpets on the floor, spotless and clean. Even after walking all day on the streets of France, his leather shoes remained shiny and dust-free. Chen Haiqing truly did not know where he thought he was brushing off dirt from.

"Get moving! If I don’t feast on you tonight, I don’t share the last name Lin. It’s a rule; I want forty portions."

"Ah! You’re too vicious!"

Lin Mo’s ruthlessness was escalating continuously.

In the hotel lobby on the first floor, several people were waiting and greeted Lin Mo and Chen Haiqing. Among them, Lin Mo even recognized Qiu Zhengjun, the engineer from Shenyang Aircraft Corporation.

"Let’s go meet our National Defense Star allies for dinner tonight. This time, we must make a grand achievement at the Paris Air and Space Show, launching a stunning offensive."

"I want to introduce you all to our National Defense Star’s specially invited test pilot, Major Lin Mo."

Chen Haiqing warmly introduced Lin Mo to the crowd gathered in the hall.

"This is Professor Xie Yuan from the 701 Institute."

"And over here, we have Vice President Qin Bairong from Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group, responsible for the export of this order."

"Lin Mo, you must meet this person. This is the Deputy Director Dou Xiangxin from the 611 Institute. Director Dou, this is Lin Mo, your student. You must know that he is Professor Yan Guoqiang’s prized disciple."

Especially when introducing a middle-aged man with thick glasses, Chen Haiqing put extra emphasis.

"Major Lin, I’ve heard Old Yan speak about you. You have quite the guts to even modify the J-10; and the data is impressive. Good lad! The new generation is here to push the old generation forward. This group of us, destined to fade away, will soon be outrun by you. Keep at it; I have high hopes for you. The future of our 611 Institute will depend on you."

The middle-aged man beamed warmly, holding onto Lin Mo’s hand, as if proclaiming to everyone that this gem belonged to Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group, and they shouldn’t try to snatch him away.

"Not at all; I still have much to learn from the seniors. There’s so much more we need to understand," Lin Mo responded. He hadn’t really thought about what to do after his flying career was over, and through his exploration of this world with Gold Coin, he realized that knowing more often meant that he knew even less.

Vice President Qin of Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group smiled knowingly, his expression one of obvious understanding. The Chengdu Aircraft Industrial Group (132 Factory) and the Chengdu Aircraft Design Institute (611 Institute) shared a common heritage and close ties, thriving together. Naturally, they were delighted by the strength of the 611 Institute.

Dou Xiangxin’s actions at the 611 Institute were almost like outright robbery!

Everyone wanted talent, especially the disciple of a retired expert, as the prized student often held the most value, signifying that the expert’s lifelong knowledge had been passed down. Such enduring wisdom could continue to create greater value for manufacturing enterprises.

Sometimes, an ingenious technology could lead to a breakthrough in development, making talent competition fierce among manufacturers.

Why wouldn’t they be polite when this test pilot had such a solid backing? It was like a golden goose among them.

Chen Haiqing’s smile was now noticeably forced. Damn, was he really creating trouble for himself? Did he just walk right into a trap?

Others who had not yet been introduced wore slightly stiff smiles, wary of Dou, who seemed to never stray from his agenda of poaching talent. Many secretly worried that this guy might whisk away their core team members.

Upon hearing the Deputy Director of the 611 Institute mention that this test pilot had modified the J-10, faces at Shenyang Aircraft Corporation and other manufacturers immediately showed surprise. Wasn’t that a bit too bold? How could anyone just modify a fighter jet that had undergone decades of design and development?

To pilot such a fighter jet and still be in one piece, Major Lin Mo truly appeared to be a passionate aircraft enthusiast.

This added another reason for everyone to look at him with newfound respect, to which Lin Mo responded with a smile.

If the Dragon Knight became arrogant so easily, he would have been torn into fragments by the unruly giant dragon in another world long ago.

Years of scheming and wariness with Gold Coin had taught Lin Mo what it meant to remain unflustered in the face of praise or humiliation.

"Alright, let’s continue!" Chen Haiqing seized the opportunity to break the awkward atmosphere and introduced more people to Lin Mo. "This is…"

He had just started speaking when someone interrupted.

"‘Dragon Knight,’ it’s been a long time."

"Qiu, long time no see!"

Lin Mo greeted with a smile as he shook hands. They had already caught sight of each other earlier, but neither had revealed it, both silently acknowledging one another until Chen Haiqing was set to introduce them.

"Okay, okay, you already know each other, so I won’t waste more words."

Chen Haiqing reminded the two of them; he still had more introductions to make.

Thanks to Lin Mo’s presence, the relationship between National Defense Star and Shenyang Aircraft Corporation was thriving.

This was important, not just to demonstrate National Defense Star’s strength and status to the industry leaders, but also to help build connections for future collaboration.

As for those small domestic manufacturers of civilian planes, Young Master Chen was far less courteous; they were purely competitors, lacking the technical foundation of their own company, and thus had no place at this table, let alone to share a meal with military suppliers.

"This is Engineer Zhang from the 630 Institute (China Flight Test Research Institute). Major Lin Mo can seek any flight data he needs from him; the 630 Institute has a wealth of flight data, covering all sorts of experimental data on bizarre types of aircraft you can’t even imagine. The 630 Institute is renowned for having the treasures of Alibaba. First, you must say, ‘Open Sesame!’"

Chen Haiqing, with a touch of playful banter, kept the room lively, making attendees—either collaborators or competitors—break into laughter.

During this round of introductions, many of the guests invited by National Defense Star already knew Lin Mo’s reputation.

Besides the network connected through Lin Mo’s teacher, Professor Yan Guoqiang, there was also the relation to Lin Mo’s "monstrous" designs.