A Problem Cropped Up

The military really did get things done efficiently.

The call was made in the morning, and the equipment was delivered to the Institute for Advanced Study by truck that afternoon.

Two engineers followed the truck to Jinling and could only stare helplessly at the three containers. They wanted to go up and touch them, but never got the chance. Yang Zhongquan was so furious his blood pressure spiked, and the way he glared at Lu Zhou made it seem as if he wanted to skin him alive.

At last, he could not hold back any longer and started cursing.

"What use does some lousy lab like yours have for two high-precision machine tools? Are you planning to build a particle collider yourselves?"

Lu Zhou fired back with equal venom.

"And what use does some lousy machinery repair plant like yours have for two high-precision machine tools? Are you taking them back to dismantle them and turn them into exhibits?"

Yang Zhongquan nearly coughed up blood when he heard that.

Wang Peng, who stood nearby watching, did not know whether to laugh or cry. He wanted to persuade Lu Zhou, but had no idea how to begin, so he simply kept quiet.

By the afternoon, the leaders from the Science and Industry Bureau finally arrived.

As soon as a black sedan came to a stop outside, Director Li hurried out and pulled Lu Zhou into a nearby lounge for a private talk.

"Professor Lu, that batch of equipment is truly very important to us."

Lu Zhou smiled. "And aerospace isn't important?"

"No, that's not what I meant. The aerospace industry concerns the future of Huaxia's descendants. From a long-term perspective, of course it is important, extremely important! And you are the chief designer of the lunar landing program. I understand exactly