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Looking at the rows of data, especially that exceptionally glaring lift coefficient.

At this moment.

Beneath Song Qinyi's calm exterior, aside from his joy that the design blueprints were real.

There was only one other thought: he wanted to curse Eagle Sauce endlessly!

That damned Eagle Sauce, claiming the F-22 fighter jet had a lift coefficient of 2.0? They were blatantly lying!

Where the hell is 2.0? At best, it's only around 1.7!

He had set the J-20's lift coefficient at 2.0 and had been unable to figure out how to raise it even a little.

They had been utterly baffled. The J-20 had even adopted a canard layout, so why was its lift coefficient still so much lower?

The F-22 used a conventional aerodynamic layout with fixed twin vertical tails, yet its lift coefficient could reach 2.0?

That was simply outrageous.

They had previously thought the J-20's AL31F turbofan engine was too weak, which was why its lift could not rival the F-22's.

But it turned out that the engine was not the problem, nor was there any flaw in the J-20's aerodynamic layout.

The F-22's published data was fucking fake. Eagle Sauce was just full of bullshit!

Over here, as the wind tunnel airflow came to a stop.

"Old Song, where the hell did this technology come from?" A member of the R&D team immediately lost his composure.

"Did someone from Institute 601 come up with it? Or Institute 603? How come we never heard a thing about it?"

"Impossible. They might be capable of developing bombers and reconnaissance aircraft, but you expect them to develop Fifth Generation Fighter technology? Are you dreaming?"

"Improved aerodynamic layout and massively upgraded stealth performance... Old Song, are you performing magic?"

The others beside him also fired off a string of questions.

Just a few days ago, they had all been agonizing over the J-20's aerodynamic layout. Now, not only had that problem been solved, even the stealth coating had been resolved?

They no longer needed to use that dull black iron oxide-based coating—the black paint scheme used on the earliest J-20 prototype. This time, they could directly use the second-generation silver stealth coating.

Its stealth performance was in no way inferior to the F-22 fighter jet, and its lift coefficient exceeded 1.65 without canards!

Among Great Xia's major domestic aircraft research institutes, who could possibly produce such heaven-defying technology?

Hearing those questions, Song Qinyi offered no explanation. Instead, he said with a broad smile, "None of that is important!"

"Colleagues, Great Xia's Fifth Generation Fighter is coming very soon!"

In an instant.

Cheers burst from the R&D team members, resounding throughout the laboratory.

"That's right, none of that matters!"

"What matters is the Fifth Generation Fighter!! Great Xia's Fifth Generation Fighter! It'll be here soon!"

"The aerodynamic layout and stealth performance have both been solved. Our development progress will advance dramatically, and the prototype no longer needs to be so conservative."

Every face was filled with excitement and exhilaration, their minds brimming with images of the J-20 soaring into the sky.

They did not care where those technologies had come from, whether another research institute had developed them or they had fallen from the heavens.

None of that mattered!

They had only one goal: develop Great Xia's first Fifth Generation Fighter, the J-20, as quickly as possible!

After the experiment ended.

Song Qinyi immediately took a car to the airport without stopping.

There, he would board a special plane and rush to Yanjing at the fastest possible speed.

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

At this moment, many people at the Great Xia Academy of Sciences had just finished their lunch break.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps entered the dean's office.

"Old Liu, what happened? Why did you make me rush back?" An elderly man with strands of gray hair, wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, had an anxious expression on his face.

This was Zhang Yuli, dean of the Great Xia Academy of Sciences!

"Dean, this matter is extremely important. Only you could make the decision, so you had to return!" Liu Zhixue's eyes held a trace of exhaustion.

For the past two days, he had repeatedly searched through all kinds of information, yet had found no trace of the mysterious person who had sent the email.

Where had the technology come from? What was that person's purpose?

The implications of this matter were too great. Only the dean could handle it.

"Can you tell me now?" Zhang Yuli said irritably. "I even skipped an international conference to rush back!"

Ever since receiving the urgent call the day before yesterday, he had put down all his work and taken a special plane directly back to Great Xia.

Liu Zhixue said solemnly, "Someone sent our Great Xia Academy of Sciences an email containing technical blueprints!"

"An email? What kind of email? Old Liu, you'd better give me a reasonable explanation!"

Zhang Yuli was full of question marks. Was an email really worth urgently calling him back from overseas?

The fuel cost alone for a special flight ran into hundreds of thousands, not to mention all the matters he had been delayed from handling.

If there was no reasonable explanation, he would not mind issuing Old Liu a disciplinary notice to the entire academy. It might not hurt much, but it would be humiliating as hell.

Just then, suddenly.

Another person entered the dean's office and said loudly, "Dean Zhang, that email contained the complete F-22 fighter jet design blueprints."

This person was Song Qinyi, who had rushed urgently from Shu to the Great Xia Academy of Sciences.

"What?? F-22 fighter jet design blueprints?" Zhang Yuli's eyes nearly popped out. "Old Song, you're not joking, are you?"

"We are not. Institute 611 has already conducted technical verification, and the F-22 fighter jet technologies described inside are entirely correct."

Song Qinyi decisively shook his head.

Afterward.

Liu Zhixue and Song Qinyi began explaining the full sequence of events.

It began when Xiao Li, an intern researcher, received that "incredible" email.

Then there was the process of contacting the mysterious person, followed by the technical verification conducted by Institute 611 that morning.

After hearing all of this.

"Gasp... Am I still dreaming?" Zhang Yuli was completely dumbfounded.

Someone had truly sent F-22 fighter jet technical blueprints to the Great Xia Academy of Sciences? And that person's only request was to be paid?

If Song Qinyi had not personally verified it, he would have thought Liu Zhixue was playing a joke on him.

Could it be that even heaven wanted to help Great Xia develop a Fifth Generation Fighter!

"Dean, what should we do next? Should we continue contacting that mysterious person?" Liu Zhixue asked from the side, frowning.

"You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?" Zhang Yuli adjusted his glasses.

"We must contact the highest authorities. This is not something you or I can decide lightly!"

The significance represented by the F-22 fighter jet design blueprints alone was extraordinary.

Whether for Great Xia's development of a Fifth Generation Fighter or for targeted defensive measures, it would have an enormously significant impact.

What was more, who knew what technology the mysterious person might provide next? What crucial intelligence might he bring?

How to handle this matter was not something he could decide on his own.

After pondering for a moment.

Zhang Yuli picked up the red landline phone on the desk and dialed an extremely simple number.

"Put me through. I have an urgent matter to report!"

A few minutes later, the call connected.

"The Great Xia Academy of Sciences received an email. This mysterious person sent us F-22..." Zhang Yuli gave the briefest possible account of the matter.

After hearing this, the other end of the line fell silent for a long time.

It seemed some kind of urgent discussion was underway.

After half an hour—or perhaps even longer—had passed, a resonant voice rang in everyone's ears.

In a solemn and commanding tone, it issued an order:

"At all costs, his safety must be guaranteed!"

"Regardless of the outcome, regardless of whatever conditions must be met."

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