Looking at the six aged faces on the screen, Jiang Yan Hai straightened up and solemnly saluted them all.
Principal Zheng, standing behind Jiang Yan Hai, silently saluted the old professors as well.
"After I return, I'll organize all the design files. Once they're ready, Professor Liu, I'll send them directly to the secret server we use to contact each other." Jiang Yan Hai lowered his hand and spoke decisively.
"Good."
"I can finish organizing them within a day. Besides that, professors, do you have any other instructions? Is there anything else I can do?" Jiang Yan Hai looked at them all.
"Begin the engine testing first. Go make the arrangements. After you send over those design files, we'll probably need anywhere from one to two weeks to sort through them. Take some time off," Old Liu said.
Jiang Yan Hai wanted to speak, but Old Liu cut him off. "Listen to me first. Building any fighter jet is a systems engineering project. But since this is a private design, have your future father-in-law, Li Yun Feng, contact Chengfei."
"He knows how to get in touch with them. The ownership rights for the fighter jet design and everything else will belong to you. Production can be handed over to a company he runs. There's nothing wrong with giving it to a private enterprise. Having everything under state-owned enterprises can be too rigid sometimes. Competition is good."
"And after we finish sorting out these drawings, we'll definitely need to conduct further verification. If everything works out, you, the chief designer, will have your hands full. You probably won't have time afterward."
"So take a break first. I've heard all about your studies at National Defense University. Principal Zheng is right behind you. You're still young, kid. You can't wear your body