Chapter 359

Chapter 359: The Heir’s Distraction

In an experiment building within the factory area, several rooms remained brightly lit. The aviation experts working at National Defense Star did not leave at their scheduled time due to their professional habits; instead, they continued conducting various experiments and testing data in the laboratory.

The specialized data printing servo system emitted a steady series of soft sounds as it produced page after page of printouts. Dozens of dedicated computer systems and large display screens constantly refreshed data and appeared to conduct simulation calculations for aircraft testing. A large computer system allocated computing resources for the laboratory.

Some experiments required significant computational power, which could only be allocated after regular working hours when other labs stopped operations.

"Director Kang, there’s a fax forwarded to us from the data center’s duty room."

A young researcher walked into the laboratory, holding a stack of laser-printed faxes.

"Uh-huh, just put it over there!" Professor Kang Shenglei, a materials application expert at National Defense Star, kept his eyes glued to the computer monitor without looking up.

The monitor displayed changing data, and he didn’t dare to lose focus. Surrounding him were four or five researchers in white lab coats, diligently operating equipment and consistently recording experimental steps.

Even though the central air conditioning maintained a steady 20 degrees Celsius in the room, Professor Kang was so engrossed that he forgot to wipe the beads of sweat on his forehead, only brushing his sleeve across it when his vision blurred.

Researchers were not typical office workers; some significant experiments could take hours, days, or even weeks to maintain. Some particularly large experiments could last for years.

Eventually, Professor Kang let out a long breath. "Phase 82 paused, let’s leave it like this for now."

With his voice, some equipment in the lab began to gradually shut down, while the printer accelerated its printing speed, spewing out pages covered with complex graphics and characters that were hard for ordinary people to comprehend.

Tonight’s work reached a temporary pause, with follow-up experiments and technical validations yet to continue.

He reached for a cup of oatmeal, which had been untouched beside him—dinner long gone cold due to his busy, tireless focus on work. Almost every laboratory was equipped with a microwave, refrigerator, and rice cooker, and there were food cabinets stocked with instant noodles, luncheon meat, biscuits, and dried rations.

Moreover, snacks and fruits popped up regularly, ensuring that researchers had enough food to replenish their physical and mental energy.

National Defense Star paid considerable attention to the health of these experts. To maintain the working capacity of their invaluable resources, they made efforts in every detail, providing comprehensive support services for the researchers.

"Huh, what’s this?"

Professor Kang’s hand paused in mid-air as a strange document appeared on his desk. After a few seconds of confusion, his busy mind shifted gears. This was a fax just brought over by his assistant from the data center.

Due to the centralized management of the computer system, even the fax received was directly managed by the computer rather than printed by the fax machine. This ensured clarity and added backup.

"Alloy formulas? Why are there alloy formulas? They look strange." His eyes, thickly lensed, widened suddenly; Professor Kang straightened up, fixated on the fax printout in his hands, his attention fully captured, making it hard to look away.

"This… how is this possible? Hmm, perhaps, maybe, it could be real; with this ratio? I never expected that adding rhenium could help! Yes, yes, it balances; these metals have both counteracting and promoting effects. Sacrificing hardness increases toughness and temperature resistance while reducing thermal expansion and contraction! Ha-ha, that’s the effect I needed! This is a special metal formula; how can it appear here? My experiments have hope now! With this, I can definitely solve those tough problems. Why toil through craftsmanship when materials are the essence of the solution?"

As he flipped through the pages, Professor Kang’s excitement grew. He trembled, his voice rising and filling the entire lab, drawing curious gazes from other researchers.

How could this usually serious and meticulous professor suddenly display such agitation?

The rustling of paper continued as he flipped through more sheets, bringing additional surprises with each turn.

Joyfulness spread across Professor Kang’s face as he treated the fax printout like a treasure, eager to submit an application for custom experimental materials to verify the authenticity of this data.

"Assistant Meng!" He slammed his hand down on the desk. "Help me apply for the electronic document of this file!"

…

Chen Haiqing had booked a luxurious suite for Lin Mo at a five-star hotel in Haikou, but the only regret was that Lin Mo didn’t touch the bed for an entire night.

Meanwhile, this spoiled heir sat at his desk, staying completely still all night, maintaining a stiff expression and posture, wide-eyed and mouth agape, watching Lin Mo feverishly copy alloy formulas at the desk.

Driver Little Song also struggled to get a good night’s sleep, getting dragged from bed multiple times to request paper from hotel staff. Finally, he just brought five big packs of A4 printing paper to Lin Mo’s suite for his use.

Unbeknownst to them, the sky outside slowly began to brighten. Chen Haiqing, who wanted to wait until Lin Mo finished his writing before considering rest, found himself stuck in this waiting game. He had been holding on little by little, only to realize dawn was approaching and Lin Mo showed no sign of stopping.

The sound of rapid writing in the room hardly stopped throughout the night.

“Is this really too much?” Chen Haiqing wondered. “Is this person not an ace pilot and an aircraft design expert, but instead a metallurgist who looks exactly like Lin Mo?”

Where did all these formulas come from? Did he steal them? Even if he copied them, how could he remember so many?

The results of a whole night’s effort left Chen Haiqing numb as he stared at Lin Mo, who had gone through several pens at the desk, leaving a thick stack of papers beside him.

Such a substantial amount of formulas required not only a night of diligent copying but also incredible memory skills.

Inside, Chen Haiqing felt as if a storm was brewing, a mix of shock and confusion overwhelming him.

Could it be that Lin Mo actually robbed the 611 Institute?

Only a well-established flight research institute like the 611 Institute could have such a treasure trove of knowledge. Hmm, perhaps it was obtained during the collapse of the Soviet Union.

After the Soviet Union’s disintegration, many alloy formulas were lost, and it’s not surprising that an expert like Professor Yan could access these formulas.

But how did Lin Mo manage to remember so many? It must be for his "monstrous" project; that has to be it. This guy is still pretending; well, let him keep pretending.

Amidst the shock, Chen Haiqing’s thoughts raced. He decided to keep this secret safe, making sure no one else found out.

If others sought Lin Mo for alloy formulas or if superiors came to investigate, all these formulas would surely be lost. National Defense Star had worked hard to gain even a slight technological edge, and it wouldn’t take long for it to vanish.

Hmph, 611 Institute, you can’t digest your own wealth? National Defense Star will help you digest it!

As a competitor, 611 Institute was now in Chen Haiqing’s sights, and he was more than willing to engage in such "corner-cutting" schemes.

While Chen Haiqing was plotting in his mind, Lin Mo remained completely unaware. He kept his head down at his desk, writing at a rapid pace without any sign of slowing down.

When the first rays of sunlight streamed into the luxurious suite, the second-generation heir, familiar with the intertwining of government and business, finally realized he was in trouble, completely stiff and unable to move.

Sitting so rigidly all night—it couldn’t get much worse than this.

“Hey, hey! I can’t move!” Chen Haiqing trembled, trying to catch Lin Mo’s attention.

“Oh, what’s wrong?” Lin Mo responded, still full of energy, making Chen Haiqing feel even more inadequate. It seemed like this guy could finish a night’s work and still fly a fighter jet to bring back an ace pilot’s record.

“Sitting too long without moving has my blood flowing poorly. I’m half-numb,” Chen Haiqing said with a pained expression, mimicking a zombie.

“Wow! It’s morning already; time flies!” Lin Mo remarked, flipping through the thick stack of A4 paper in front of him, covered densely in writing. These were all the Gold Coins he had been sent, integrating the main body of the aircraft carrier and the gold giant dragon.

Seeing Chen Haiqing’s awkwardness, Lin Mo suddenly laughed, a flicker of Battle Energy subtly flowing around him as he stood up and patted Chen Haiqing on the shoulder.

It felt as if a warm stream surged into Chen Haiqing’s body, swirling through his limbs, making every pore feel like it could open comfortably.

Chen Haiqing was almost overwhelmed with relief, the previous stiffness in his body vanishing the moment Lin Mo’s hand connected with him.

“What is this?” Chen Haiqing exclaimed, suddenly standing up from his chair due to the surprise Lin Mo gave him.

“Hmm, it’s internal energy!” Lin Mo lied playfully, knowing that there were legends about battle energy in this world, although true masters were rare.

“Internal energy?!” Chen Haiqing blinked in disbelief. Suddenly experiencing something from a legendary tale made him realize his ability to comprehend might not be as strong as he thought.

Just then, a phone rang, interrupting Chen Haiqing’s daze. He fumbled to pull out his phone and pressed the answer button.