Chapter 1511 - 1509: New Life

Chapter 1511: Chapter 1509: New Life

Many years ago.

Many, many years ago.

Back then, Lynch was still considered an ordinary person, and he signed up for a training program.

The so-called training program was actually just a bunch of idle individuals organizing some success-themed CDs or books, then offering various vocational training courses in society.

Like the kind of quick speech courses.

At that time, such vocational technical training was very popular, although it was essentially deceiving students, that doesn’t mean nothing can be learned at all.

Some people are destined to do great things, even if they’re reading a first-grade language textbook, they can find inspiration in it.

Some people are destined not to accomplish great things, even if they were to chat with the world’s richest person for a whole day, they wouldn’t be able to pinpoint where future opportunities lie.

Obviously, Lynch was such a person. He was very attentive. When a young man, only a few years older than him, who had already moved into a villa by running classes, asked how to make someone who doesn’t understand technology feel like what you’re saying is impeccable, he remembered those contents firmly—

You have to appear more professional than anyone else!

What is professionalism?

For most successful people, if you can casually name some companies or institutions they’ve heard of and list a string of seemingly meticulous data, then you’re professional!

You must not show uncertainty; you must tell these people, who might not have much knowledge, with a very definite tone, "This is the number, just as I said!"

Just like the Chief Engineer’s introduction at that moment, his identity, his demeanor, and the professional terms and numbers he mentioned led people to associate him with the word "professional".

People tend to have a sense of reverence for professionals because they know it’s something they can’t achieve.

When the Chief Engineer told the Lieutenant General that the Lynch-VI fighter jet had undergone a technical transformation, performance-wise fully surpassing a tier of other countries’ fighter jets, the Lieutenant General, in his half-understanding, partly grasped something.

Yet also seemed to grasp nothing!

He just knew that these new aircraft were very powerful!

Of course, the Lieutenant General had his questions too, like when he pointed at the new test aircraft, "Why did you add a glass canopy to the cockpit?"

In the previous aircraft, including those before this model, the cockpits didn’t have a windshield, mainly because the aircraft’s flight speed in the sky wasn’t particularly fast.

The wind speed wasn’t enough to significantly affect people, and coupled with the fragility of glass material, they were essentially open.

This situation persisted for a long time. From the first successful flight by civilian scientists up until last year, not much changed.

This included some fighter jets currently in service with the Federation Military that didn’t have canopies either.

The Chief Engineer glanced at Lynch, then introduced, "Under Mr. Lynch’s leadership, we built the world’s most advanced and largest wind tunnel testing center."

"We have ample time and convenience to grasp any flight data."

"Among these, Mr. Lynch mentioned the varying speeds of different fish swimming in water. According to the principles of fluid dynamics, we treated air as a fluid and made some new designs..."

"And this is what you see now."

"Adding a windshield allows our fighter jets to fly faster!"

The Chief Engineer’s words were completely incomprehensible to the Lieutenant General, but he put on a "I’m damn listening" expression, somewhat serious, as if he understood something, or perhaps not...

Anyway, he listened very attentively, occasionally nodding his head, making even the Chief Engineer think he might actually understand.

Fortunately, Lynch was clear; if he could understand, then this world would be damned.

Finally, the Lieutenant General took a deep breath, "So you’re saying the new Lynch-VI model is the most advanced performance-wise, and surpasses the current fighter jets in service domestically?"

Receiving a positive reply from Lynch and the Chief Engineer, the Lieutenant General’s eyes glistened with a hint of joy.

The Military may appear unified, but behind closed doors, there are numerous internal disagreements.

Ultimately, a General’s toughness is judged by how many war-ready soldiers he has and how much advanced weaponry!

Civilian Generals in the Ministry of Defense are looked down upon by military Generals in the military system. They casually joke about fellow Generals of the same rank, without a second thought.

Besides joining in the laughter to show their tolerance and generosity, joking civilian Generals seem powerless to do anything else.

Simply because they have no soldiers under their command.

A General without soldiers isn’t a true General!

The Army and Navy are competing for the leftovers of the first batch of aircraft, hoping to acquire more planes, and originally the Air Force was competing too.

But at this time, the Lieutenant General seemed to feel... he had no need to haggle with the Army and the Air Force over these.

He could just give them the leftovers and equip himself with the newest aircraft!

"If these planes go into mass production, how much will they cost?"

Not much at all.

All the technology from top to bottom of the aircraft belongs to the Flight Research Institute, meaning they don’t need to pay patent fees for the manufacture of certain parts or let others take a cut.

From the first order till now, Darkstone Airlines has accumulated enough production experience.

There are improvements in the aircraft’s design, particularly in the engine area, but nothing revolutionary, so changes aren’t drastic, the biggest changes are in the appearance.

With the introduction of dynamics and new drag reduction design, the cost of the aircraft itself hasn’t changed much, but performance has seen a huge leap.

In fact, the fighter jet called Lynch-VI by Lynch at this time is the true second-generation fighter.

But who cares? The Ministry of Defense loves big numbers, so give them one.

The cost of the aircraft is controlled at around six hundred thousand, excluding labor costs, Lynch simply set it at one million five hundred thousand.

This price is a bit higher than before, but it’s reasonable.

If technology upgrades and the price remains the same as before, the Ministry of Defense, Military, and Congress might develop an odd thought—

Have we been deceived?

So, a moderate price increase is actually conducive to stabilizing their emotions.

The Lieutenant General didn’t haggle over the price, as it wasn’t his responsibility, then left with some documents.

After seeing off the convoy, the Chief Engineer couldn’t help but ask, "How many are we looking at this time?"

Lynch thought for a moment, "A conservative estimate would be no less than a thousand, maybe fifteen hundred or two thousand, maybe even more."

After retracting his gaze from the distance, he walked towards the institute, "You must understand, now the Federation’s various tax rates have almost doubled or even multiplied, the government can come up with several times the money, and they can do whatever they want."

"Our government is professional at spending money!"

The Chief Engineer didn’t give any feedback on Lynch’s evaluation, keeping his opinion to himself.

After two entered the laboratory, everyone enthusiastically greeted Lynch.

A twenty billion order, these people were already filled to the brim!

Lynch always believed this principle.

When you’re willing to share your wealth with others, they’ll work their tails off to make you more money!

All the researchers have solved humanity’s most basic demand for wealth in society; they’ve all achieved financial freedom.

And with some of Lynch’s implicit orders, those beautiful vase ladies finally put down their reserve, solving the marriage problems for many researchers.

Even if the marriage problem isn’t solved, the physiological problem is.

Lynch spends so much money each month hiring those people as vases, not just to have them stand there simply, but to make them move!

Look, Lynch made these people rich, helped them establish families, left them with no worries.

They can completely immerse themselves in the ocean of science; what could be more appealing than this?

"We recently discovered a problem, the new test aircraft causes pilots to tire more easily and lose focus faster during full-speed flight."

The Chief Engineer raised an issue that wasn’t really a problem; with the help of aerodynamics, the new aircraft had achieved higher speeds, which is a good thing.

But pilot conditions seem to have encountered some problems.

In fact, Lynch only knew the concept of this aspect at most, such as changes occurring in the human body under more significant gravitational force.

But such things, it’s better not to speak if you can’t explain it clearly.

He instructed the Chief Engineer to set up a new department specifically for researching pilot conditions, as money wasn’t an issue for them.

After looking through some backlog of documents, Lynch left the institute under the researchers’ send-off; the Flight Research Institute had become the industry leader.

Now everyone was experiencing the same, with many people privately reaching out to them through various channels, inviting them to work elsewhere.

Such invitations made them feel their value, which is one of the core values of Federation Society—

To be recognized by society for your value defines success.

And all of this was bestowed to them by Mr. Lynch, and they were immensely grateful for this young life mentor.

When he returned home, the young maid had already come back.

She had just given birth.

It has to be said that Federation women are truly strong; less than ten days after giving birth, she was already working.

Lynch tried to let her rest more, but she refused.

Seeing her eyes full of eagerness to work, who could refuse such a request?

And along with it, Lynch also saw the little baby.

A tiny little thing.