After laying out all the issues, they naturally had to be verified. Once it was confirmed that those problems truly existed, the professors genuinely admired Jiang Yan Hai.
"To be honest, Little Jiang, looking at you has made me realize that we really are getting old. We can no longer keep up with so many ways of thinking," Professor Li said with a sigh.
"Professor Li, please don't say that. You're not old at all," Jiang Yan Hai said with a smile.
"Enough, kid. Stop trying to flatter me. The fact that you could identify so many systematic issues proves that you know this entire fighter's design, research, and blueprints inside out," Professor Li said, waving her hand.
"Now that we've found the problems, we have to solve them. These issues are easy enough to fix. We only need to remove part of the outer skin. Tell all the workers tonight that we're putting in overtime. Find problems, solve problems!" Old Liu declared bluntly.
"Yes!" everyone answered in unison.
Jiang Yan Hai said nothing more. These old professors were advanced in years, but they had already found their own ways to rest. After so many years of research, they had developed a rhythm between work and rest. Trying to persuade them to rest now would be futile.
Jiang Yan Hai had understood that long ago, so he did not say anything further.
Over the course of that afternoon and evening, all the minor issues Jiang Yan Hai had raised were resolved. The next morning, the sky was still overcast, but it was merely cloudy.
Early that morning, the third test flight began. Huang Yao was still the test pilot. With the first two flights behind him, he was now thoroughly familiar with the process—or rather, he had gained enough confidence