April 2009.
Great Xia Academy of Sciences.
In the chief duty room on this quiet afternoon.
Xiao Li, an intern researcher who had only graduated not long ago, listlessly browsed through the various emails sent to the Academy of Sciences on his computer.
His fingers kept clicking the mouse as he replied to them.
He could only describe this job as boring, mechanically responding to one email after another.
After all, aside from special emails from certain departments that needed to be carefully read and relayed, the vast majority were worthless spam.
He could not simply pretend he had not seen them. He had to skim them and send a reply afterward, lest he miss some emergency and get himself into trouble.
If every intern researcher had not been required to take turns on duty, he would have quit long ago.
Just as he numbly processed those messages, hoping to get off work sooner.
A brand-new email suddenly appeared.
"Hm!? What does this say?" His fingers abruptly stopped, and a puzzled look appeared on his face.
It was as though he had discovered something unbelievable.
The highlighted subject line on the screen read.
[Excuse me, does your Academy of Sciences need a complete set of Fifth Generation Fighter technical design blueprints? If I give them to you, how much compensation can I get?]
Seeing that subject line, Xiao Li's face darkened. "Do we want Fifth Generation Fighter design blueprints? Why not send us Controlled Nuclear Fusion research technology while you're at it?"
Fifth Generation Fighter technical design blueprints? What kind of joke was that!?
At present, the only officially commissioned Fifth Generation Fighter in the entire world was the F-22. Who could possibly bring out that kind of technology for trade?
Great Xia would certainly be willing to accept such a trade, but they would have to ask whether Eagle Sauce would agree first.
He immediately snorted and said with amused disbelief, "It's probably another email from some bored idiot."
Xiao Li did not take such an absurd matter seriously at all.
After all, it was far too commonplace to him.
As the highest hall of scientific research in Great Xia, the Great Xia Academy of Sciences received all sorts of strange and bizarre emails from hundreds or thousands of people every day.
Forget some Fifth Generation Fighter technical blueprints—wouldn't everyone in those emails claim to have invented several Perpetual Motion Machines?
A set of Fifth Generation Fighter technical blueprints did not even rank here!
Even though the content was utterly ridiculous.
Xiao Li still dutifully attached the Great Xia Academy of Sciences' default response.
[Please submit more detailed relevant documentary evidence or specific data. After careful study, our academy will provide you with a formal reply.]
Under normal circumstances, once an email response asked them to provide more detailed arguments and materials, most people would not continue pestering them.
After all, even they themselves did not understand the principles behind their so-called technologies, much less provide any supposed data or proof.
However.
More than half an hour passed, and just as he was about to forget that ridiculous email.
Suddenly.
Another brand-new email arrived in the Great Xia Academy of Sciences' inbox backend.
A large line of text was displayed in its subject.
[Fifth Generation Fighter F-22 Technical Design Blueprints!]
"This actually looks pretty convincing," Xiao Li muttered to himself.
He truly had not expected this bored person to actually come up with some so-called "Fifth Generation Fighter technical blueprints."
"I want to see what exactly you've put in here." Filled with curiosity, he clicked it open.
In an instant, densely packed compressed files appeared before him, waiting to be downloaded.
Their filenames read.
[F-22 Fighter Jet Manufacturing Process and Technical Analysis!]
[F-22 Fighter Jet Pratt & Whitney F119 Vectoring Turbofan Engine Design Draft!]
[F-22 Fighter Jet Nano Stealth Coating Technology Synthesis Analysis!]
[...]
Every file was over one hundred GB in size. The first few compressed files alone already exceeded a full 1TB of storage!
The total storage size of all the compressed files in this email would probably reach an astonishing, unimaginable number.
Was this a prank?
"No. This isn't a prank!" He instinctively rejected the thought.
Who would painstakingly send dozens or even hundreds of TB of compressed files just to pull such a pathetic prank?
In 2009, the average internet speed for Great Xia's netizens was only 2M.
Uploading files that large would take an extremely long time even over a ten-gigabit dedicated line!
The time and money involved were simply too great.
If it was all for a prank, that person would have to be insane!
Unless.
"Could this fucking be real?" Xiao Li sucked in a cold breath, horrified by his own bold thought.
Meanwhile.
On the other side of the ocean, in Eagle Sauce.
Lu Ze looked at the email marked as received, a faint smile appearing on his face.
"It's finally all been sent. Now I'll wait for their response."
He had not expected files that large to upload instantly. The system's network transfer speed really was absurdly incredible.
He had sent those two emails.
And the compressed files in the second email were not fake either. They were genuine Fifth Generation Fighter development technical blueprints.
In other words.
As long as one manufactured it according to the listed technical blueprints, and possessed the corresponding processing technology and basic materials, one could successfully build an F-22!
As for why Lu Ze possessed this technology?
As a transmigrator, how could he possibly lack the indispensable cheat of a golden finger?
Not long ago, just after he had transmigrated here, he awakened a system.
[Black Technology Copy System]
It meant that as long as he touched any technological item for more than five seconds, he could successfully copy its complete set of technology.
Whether it was production processes or all sorts of technical bottlenecks and difficult problems, the system would copy them all.
Even the physical item itself would be copied and stored within the system's space.
Copying high-tech items could earn Achievement Points. The higher the technological level of the copied item, the more Achievement Points he would receive.
Whether it was various skills and talents, money, or even technology from the future, all of it could be obtained through Achievement Point lotteries.
Even if he wanted technology like the "Droplet" from The Three-Body Problem, it would not be a problem as long as he had Achievement Points.
So after obtaining the system, Lu Ze used his identity as a master's student studying abroad at Duke University.
At an equipment exhibition held several days earlier, he touched an F-22 fighter jet at close range for five seconds and successfully copied its complete set of technical blueprints.
As for why he had sent the technology to the Great Xia Academy of Sciences.
Whether as a Great Xia government-sponsored student studying abroad or as someone with deeply rooted patriotic feelings.
Even simply out of a principle of not wasting anything, he decided without hesitation to send those technologies back home.
After all, Lu Ze's principle in life was.
As long as something could harm Eagle Sauce's interests, he was always more than happy to lend a hand!
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