Chapter 509: The Mass Production Plan Sets the Overall Situation

The lights were still on in Yi Zhonghai's home, and Yi Dama was mending clothes.

Seeing Yan Bu Gui enter, Yi Zhonghai frowned: 'Old Yan, what's up?'

Yan Bu Gui rubbed his hands, smiling: 'Old Yi, look at General Lin now—he's so promising, the carrier-based aircraft's maiden flight succeeded, and the celebration banquet's been held. My son Jiefang is still unemployed at home; could you speak to General Lin and find him a job? Even a temporary position would do.'

Yi Zhonghai set down his teacup, his face darkening: 'Old Yan, why won't you give up? I told you before, hiring at the Research Base follows rules—it's not something Shengli can decide with a single word. You and I both know Jiefang's level; don't cause trouble for Shengli.'

'I'm just asking, just asking.' Yan Bu Gui's smile froze: 'Old Yi, we've been neighbors for years—just say a word for me.'

'I can't and won't say it.' Yi Zhonghai said firmly: 'Shengli is handling state affairs now; he can't be distracted by this small matter. You should let Jiefang figure things out himself instead of always looking for a back door.'

Yan Bu Gui came away empty‑headed, feeling embarrassed, and went home. San Da Ma saw his grim face and asked: 'How'd it go? Did Yi Zhonghai agree?'

'He agreed to nothing!' Yan Bu Gui snapped irritably: 'That old Yi is just an old stubborn fool—he flat‑out refuses to help.'

'What do we do then?' San Da Ma exclaimed anxiously: 'Jiefang can't just stay home forever, can he?'

'What else can we do? Think of another way.' Yan Bu Gui sat in his chair, sighing, yet he hadn't given up—he simply didn't believe Shengli would ignore him forever.

Meanwhile, in Lin Shengli's household, Lin Zhengpeng was sharing the details of his second date with the family.

He told them that Su Qing had agreed to spend time with him, and everyone was overjoyed.

Zheng Juan laughed until she couldn't close her mouth: 'Wonderful! Now I can finally relax. When you have time, invite Su Qing over for a meal—I'll make her favorite braised pork.'

Qin Jingru also laughed: 'I'll tell my old classmate right away so she can be happy too. Let's both families meet soon and settle the marriage.'

Lin Shengli looked at his son's happy expression and felt warm inside: 'All right, you handle the arrangements. Pengzi, treat Su Qing well from now on—a man must understand responsibility and duty.'

'I understand, Dad.' Lin Zhengpeng nodded, his face full of seriousness.

The night deepened, and the lights in the compound gradually dimmed.

Lin Shengli stood in the courtyard, gazing at the moon overhead, his heart full of peace.

The carrier-based aircraft's maiden flight succeeded, his son's marriage prospects were taking shape, the country grew stronger, the family grew happier—this was the life he wanted.

But in the siheyuan, a sour atmosphere still lingered.

Xu Damao lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, mad with jealousy; Qin Huairu huddled in the broken shed, thinking of her situation, secretly wiping tears; Yan Bu Gui was pondering how to curry favor with Lin Shengli next— they didn't realize that their envy and scheming would only drive them further into ruin, while Lin Shengli and his family had already soared to heights they could only look up to.

The next morning, Lin Shengli received a call from the chief, summoning him to a meeting at the military headquarters to discuss mass production and deployment of the carrier-based aircraft.

He gathered his things, rushed out, and a new task began.

At the Research Base, team members also threw themselves into the new work.

Lin Zhengpeng and Lin Qinhua were drafting the mass‑production plan for the carrier‑based aircraft, while Hanna was optimizing the stealth coating technology of the J‑20—their efforts never ceased.

In the siheyuan, Shazhu hummed a little tune on his way to work; Xu Damao listlessly slumped by the gate smoking; Qin Huairu kept picking through her junk; Yan Bu Gui was still mulling how to slip in through the back door.

Days passed, moving slowly forward in these starkly different rhythms.

Lin Shengli knew that more challenges awaited him, more cutting‑edge weapons needed developing, but he was confident.

With the state's backing, the team's effort, and his family's companionship, he could overcome any difficulty, making Daxia's national defense ever stronger, so that his family and the people could all live stable, happy lives.

About half an hour later.

In the military headquarters meeting room, smoke hovered.

Lin Shengli, Lin Zhengpeng, and Hanna sat on one side, opposite several leaders from the munitions department, with the relevant documents on carrier‑based aircraft mass production spread across the table.

'General Lin, the carrier‑based aircraft's maiden flight succeeded; now the whole country awaits its mass production and deployment, the navy is pressing hard—when can you finalize your mass‑production plan?' the munitions leader asked, tone expectant.

Lin Shengli pushed the documents forward and said: 'Leader, the core issues of mass production have been resolved. We've signed agreements with three high‑quality parts suppliers to guarantee supply; the production line has been refitted, adopting modular manufacturing, which can boost efficiency by 30%.'

Lin Zhengpeng added: 'We've run the capacity calculations—monthly output can reach eight aircraft, so the first batch of twenty‑four can be completed within three months, meeting the Dragon Soaring Aircraft Carrier's deployment needs. For quality control, we will conduct a full‑system test on each aircraft before it leaves the factory, ensuring zero failures.'

Hanna produced a parts inspection report: 'The precision of key components already meets standards, especially the engine's core parts; we've optimized the manufacturing process, raising the pass rate from 92% to 98%, which can effectively cut mass‑production costs.'

The munitions leader flipped through the report, smiling: 'Good! This plan is solid. We'll do as you say—the state will give full support, and we'll coordinate the relevant departments to back the parts suppliers, ensuring smooth progress of mass production.'

'Thank you!' Lin Shengli rose: 'We guarantee we'll complete the mass‑production task on schedule, so the navy can soon use our own advanced carrier‑based aircraft!'

After the meeting, Lin Shengli, his son, and Hanna left the military headquarters. Lin Zhengpeng's face lit up with excitement: 'Dad, the mass‑production plan is set—next we can fully focus on production. By the way, Su Qing is coming this afternoon to meet the parents; I need to head back early to prepare.'

Lin Shengli laughed and patted his shoulder: 'Go on, everything at home is arranged—don't be too nervous; Su Qing is a fine girl, and we all like her.'

When they returned home, the courtyard was already bustling.

Zheng Juan wore an apron and was busy in the kitchen; the aroma of the stewed meat filled the whole courtyard; Qin Jingru and He Yushui were arranging tables and chairs, holding the fresh flowers they had just bought and placing them on the table; Han Chunyan was cleaning the courtyard, sweeping the fallen leaves spotless.

"Dad, you're back!" Lin Zhengpeng walked into the courtyard, seeing this scene, his heart felt warm.

"Hurry up and change your clothes, don't wear the military uniform, it looks too stern." Zheng Juan poked her head out from the kitchen, "I found you a light-blue shirt, I put it in your room."