Scholars in the courtyard.

Chapter 2364 The Smartest Nation

Susco, Office of Military Intelligence.

The silver-haired old man sat at his desk, stroking the scar on his neck with his fingers.

There was no other sound in the room except the ticking of the clock.

Of course, this doesn't mean there aren't others.

Canon, wearing gold-framed glasses, was sitting nearby, silent as water.

At this moment, I am also thinking about it.

Although they did not participate in the battle two days ago, they were witnesses.

Especially at the last moment, small conflicts broke out in the process of fighting for the pilots and wreckage.

It was this small conflict that allowed the military to give a more objective assessment of combat power.

After a brief fight, combined with the information collected in advance, they knew that in order to destroy one of the opponent's Baiju fighters, they would need six MiG-21s, and the chance was only half.

Because the main task of these six MiG-21s is to consume the enemy's ammunition, and then other aircraft will carry out the final blow.

However, given the opponent's extremely high speed, it is difficult to hit it with ordinary air-to-air missiles, so it is best for three planes to attack together to have a chance of destroying the Baiju fighter.

And this only applies to half of the winning rate.

If facing the Baiju fighter jets with double-click organization, this number may have to double.

When he received the assessment report, he made a special phone call to verify it, and the conclusion he got was almost the same.

In the words of experts, the other person's speed is twice as fast as his own, just like a boxer fighting an old woman, the two are simply not on the same level.

So how to deal with it?
This is the question he raised.

Build faster planes, faster missiles.

That’s what the experts say.

However, it is not easy to develop a fighter jet that can catch up with Baiju.

They have been researching the E266 since , eight years have passed, but it still has not been officially put into service.

Eight years.

It will take at least ten years to develop a better aircraft than the E266?

Can they afford to wait?

What's more, the other side also has a strange blue bird.
Canon really wanted to think that this was all a dream, a nightmare that would be nothing when he woke up.

Unfortunately, this is not a dream, this is reality.

Then, he was confused. Why could the other side make an airplane when the alliance, with all its national strength and resources and a large number of scientists and experts, could not make one?

Could it be that the other party really has special abilities?

What a mysterious country.

Cough
Suddenly, the old man coughed softly, waking Canon up.

"gentlemen."

Canon stood up from his seat, looking respectful.

"Canon, go and get these materials."

"Especially those companies that provide titanium alloy raw materials, don't let them continue to exist."

Bemet handed Canon a document, which was a report on the United States submitted by Gotzenfsky.

"Of course, if these factories have the technology to produce titanium alloys, they can be given a chance to redeem themselves."

Bemet added again.

Because another document clearly pointed out that China's new aircraft is made of a new type of titanium alloy material, and the Blackbird reconnaissance aircraft also uses this material.

The alliance lags far behind in this area, so some areas can only be replaced by other materials.

This was also the information sent by Gotzenfsky.

"Ok sir."

Canon took the document and continued to wait.

"This time, they want to send a scientific research team to conduct exchanges and study the Blackbird reconnaissance aircraft together."

"Well, to put it bluntly, I just want the other party's technology."

Bemet picked up another document. "Look at what's listed here: titanium alloy smelting technology, engine stamping technology, infrared guidance technology, and this time, aircraft high temperature resistance technology. Each of these is an incredible technology. I don't know where they got the confidence from. Do they think the other party will definitely agree? Will they beg us to give it to them?"

Bemet complained, but Canon took the document swiftly and put it in his arms without even looking at it.

But in his heart, Canon knew that this was an attitude from above.

The already tense relationship between the two sides became even more subtle because of this small conflict, and sending a technical team to communicate this time is actually a signal of goodwill.

If the other party accepts it, even if the technology cannot be jointly researched, it means that both parties are in agreement on the general direction.

Still united.

And this change comes precisely from the opponent's strength.

The strong must be respected.

These are the rules made by the strong.

“Of course, the people who went this time also brought some research results.”

"So this time we have to send someone to follow and protect them, and be careful not to cause any trouble."

"Yes, sir."

Bemit nodded, then handed over the last document on the table. "Also, send all the new graduates this year to Gozenvsky. We need to strengthen the information work there in the future."

After saying that, Bemet stood up from his chair and walked up to Canon with a serious look on his face.

"You are all the best hunters and the right-hand men of the alliance."

"I hope you can cooperate and make these hands move flexibly instead of being like clumsy bears."

Bemet reached out and patted Cannon on the shoulder. "I heard that he originally had a subordinate named Alyosha, who was very capable?"

Canon immediately looked up, a trace of panic flashing behind his glasses, "Sir, I know what to do."

"Okay! Go ahead."

"Yes, sir."

Canon regained his composure and quickly left the office.

Watching Canon leave, Bemet leaned against the table behind him, his face became solemn again, and then he sighed deeply.

The 'little brother' who followed behind them gradually grew up, became stronger and stronger, and had his own ideas.

Thinking of this, Bemet stroked the scar on his neck again.

What an eventful time.

united states.

The old man with the medal followed the old man with white hair out of the meeting room.

Behind them was a group of well-dressed gentlemen.

However, at the moment, the faces of these gentlemen were a little ugly, especially those who thought they were superior to others, who now looked constipated.

It is really difficult to make them admit that they are inferior to others, especially to the Orientals.

In particular, their prejudices have already become huge mountains.

And now, not only did the mountain not collapse, but it became even higher because of this incident. Of course, no matter how fierce the quarrel was in the house, they still had friendly faces when they went out.

The focus of the debate is how to view the rising power in the East.

Yes, rise.

This was the only consensus reached by both parties at this meeting.

The great Eastern power is rising rapidly at a speed they cannot understand.

Even if their people still don't have enough to eat, even if their medical care is still imperfect, even if they face all kinds of difficulties, you can't say they are weak.

Especially at the 'combat level', saying that they are weak is slapping oneself in the face.

And now, the opponent's original weakness has begun to be compensated.

“We need more talent.”

The old man with the medal walked to the back and suddenly spoke.

He sees it more clearly than the people inside. No matter what the materials, what the planes, what the missiles, it is actually the human beings who are causing the trouble.

Only with talented people can these things be accomplished.

The sanctions are just a formality.

If you want to suppress them, you have to poach their talents.

Without people and talent, they are just a pile of mud.

"Talent, are we still short of it?"

The white-haired old man said without turning his head.

He understood what the old man with the medal meant, but it wasn't like people would come to him just by saying a few words.

The last time there was a large-scale migration of talent was when Europe was racking its brains.

That's not going to happen right now.

"No, I'm talking about the real talent, not the one who can only make money on Wall Street."

The old man with the medal emphasized, and the white-haired old man continued to walk forward until he reached the car and stopped. "Theodore von Karman once said that there are two smartest nations in the world. The former are those people on Wall Street you mentioned. Of course, they also have many scientists."

"But, you know, they're after profit."

"As for the other nation, it is a nation that is hard to understand."

"If you want to use it, it's a double-edged sword, so you have to be prepared to be hurt."

The old man with the medal was silent for a moment, then he said confidently, "I believe that there is no one in this world who does not love money."

"The reason why I'm not tempted is that I don't give you enough."

The white-haired old man suddenly laughed and said, "In this regard, I agree with you."

"So, we have to give them everything they want, with better treatment, higher salaries, beautiful women."

"Let them serve us."

"As you wish, what should we do?"

The old man with the medal was silent again.

He only wants the result, but how to do it is not something he considers.

The white-haired old man glanced at the sun above his head, then smiled softly, "In fact, there is a very good saying in China."

"what?"

"If you want to take something, you must give it first!"

"Isn't that clever?"

The white-haired old man took out a match from his pocket, lit his pipe against the wind, and said softly with blurry eyes, "If we want the talents inside to come out, we have to let them open the door, then go on stage and show their faces first."

The old man with the medal understood, and then said suspiciously, "If this is the case, our 'allies' will be very sad."

"Ally? Just a dog blocking the door."

The white-haired old man said disdainfully, “Now that people have even come out of the door, the role of this dog is not that great.”

"So how do you think we can get them on stage?"

The old man with the medal asked curiously, but the white-haired old man took a deep puff of his pipe, looked south, and said after a long while, "They don't seem to have participated in the Olympics."

After saying that, the white-haired old man got in the car and left quickly.

The old man with the medal smiled, then walked to his car. Just as he was about to get in, he turned back to look at the secretary behind him and said, "Go back and draft a report and send it to the newspaper."

"Sir, you say."

The secretary bowed and was very humble.

"Well, just call me."

The old man with the medal thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "That's it, this world needs a strong body!"

The secretary was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Okay, sir."

Edo.

Ministry of Health, Labor and Welfare, Minister’s Office.

In front of the desk, an old man with a Mediterranean-style bald head had a sinister look on his face.

In front of him, there was an open document with a string of symbols written vertically on it, which made him feel suffocated when connected together.

An epidemic that swept across the country destroyed much of their health system and set the country's economy back twenty years.

There is not enough medical care, not enough doctors, and not enough medicines.

All the problems that were exposed almost caused the premature death of a prosperous generation of the entire country.

Now, after finally getting through the cold winter, it is time for all things to come back to life.

It was also the time for their Ministry of Health, Labor and Welfare to make great efforts and to improve medical facilities in the country, but at this time, the funds allocated to them were diverted.

This document told him to embezzle 90% of the funds.

What’s even more hateful is that he was not told where the money went.

Do you really think that he, the minister, does not exist?

How can it be repaired?
Ring ring ring

The phone on the desk rang and the old man picked up the call reluctantly.

But in the next second, the impatience on the old man's face disappeared.

"Hey, hey, I understand."

"I fully support the establishment of special funds, hey, I understand!"

"I think they will be very happy to carry out this sacred mission."

"Hi!"

pat.

The phone hangs up.