Chapter 11

Liu Lao would certainly not let such a hot commodity as Song Qi be snatched away by Zhao Zhao Keqin.

Although Zhao Lao had a higher status in Long Guo than Liu Lao, facing a freak genius like Song Qi, Liu Lao couldn't care about that anymore.

He threw away his pride and started snatching.

"Old Liu! Have some shame, will you!"

"Little Song is a fighter jet builder, and your Dragon Scale Research Institute is for materials; they are completely different things!"

"How do you have the nerve to snatch people?"

Zhao Lao was so angry that his beard was flying; if he weren't so old, he would really want to give Liu Lao a couple of punches.

"So what if I'm shameless?"

"Who said Little Song doesn't want to come to our Dragon Scale? Who stipulated that Little Song has to build fighter jets for his whole life?"

Liu Lao retorted without any politeness.

"You! Your granddaughter isn't worthy of Little Song either; she's as fat as a Tiger tank!"

"Maybe Little Song just likes that type!"

"Little Song!"

Zhao Lao hurriedly walked over and grabbed Song Qi's hand tightly.

"Don't listen to this old bastard; come to my Heavenly Sword, and I'll retire this year!"

On the side, Liu Lao was not to be outdone, grabbing Song Qi's hand and pulling him hard toward his side.

"Little Song! You are still young, don't be fooled by this old thing!"

"Come to my Dragon Scale Research Institute; my institute is full of girls who wear black silk into the laboratory!"

Two titans of the Long Guo scientific world were thus pulling on Song Qi's body under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Neither would give an inch.

All kinds of national insults were exchanged, as if the two were not the peerless national scholars of Long Guo, but two old men haggling in a vegetable market.

Looking at the scene before them, Deng Jianguo and Zhou Zhou Zhou Yonghui were both stunned.

One must know.

Whether it was Heavenly Sword or Dragon Scale, both were among the top research institutes in Long Guo.

Heavenly Sword could be called the leader in Long Guo's fighter jet development.

And Dragon Scale could be called the undisputed number one in Long Guo's military materials science!

These two research institutes, whichever one it was, were holy lands in the hearts of Long Guo's scientific researchers.

Every researcher in the institute could be called a national scholar of Long Guo!

There were even rumors that as long as you entered these two research institutes, it was equivalent to becoming half an academician...

But now, the most authoritative directors of these two research institutes were actually snatching a little researcher who had just graduated not long ago in such a way.

What kind of fantasy is this!

At this moment.

Song Qi was in no mood to savor this happy trouble.

He only felt that his body was about to be torn in half by these two old things...

"Zhao Lao! Liu Lao! You two let go!"

"Cough, cough..."

"I... I'm about to die..."

Seeing Song Qi say this, Zhao Lao and Liu Lao finally stopped their actions, but the look in their eyes when they looked at each other was still full of vigilance.

"Little Song! Have you made up your mind?"

"Which research institute are you joining?"

Almost at the same time, the two scientific giants said in unison.

Song Qi rubbed his sore arms and scratched his head, but made a decision that shocked everyone.

"Zhao Lao, Liu Lao, I'm not going anywhere; I've decided to stay at the Third Institute..."

Once these words were spoken, everyone was stunned.

What's going on?

Is there something wrong with Song Qi's brain...

Giving up the perfectly good Heavenly Sword and Dragon Scale to stay at the godforsaken Third Institute?

"Song Qi..."

Zhao Lao paused and said: "Have you thought it through? The research environment at the Third Institute is much worse than at Heavenly Sword..."

"Exactly, exactly, come to my Dragon Scale; the Third Institute is really too poor, your talent shouldn't be wasted in such a place!"

Seeing that both big shots were saying this, the person in charge of the Third Institute, Deng Jianguo, didn't dare to have any opinion at all.

Please, two big Buddhas are snatching people; what am I, to dare to have an opinion...

"Two leaders! Song Qi isn't acting on impulse; the relaxed environment of the Third Institute can better stimulate my inspiration. If I go to Heavenly Sword or Dragon Scale, just adapting to the environment would take more than half a year. In that half a year, how much contribution could I have made to Long Guo!"

Song Qi explained with a straight face.

Beside him, Zhao Lao and Liu Lao fell into deep thought after hearing this.

After a long while, the two sighed in unison.

This was Song Qi's decision, and there was nothing for them to say.

After all, Song Qi was the one who built the badass new fighter jet at the Third Institute. If he really became mediocre because of a change in environment, that would be a loss that outweighed the gain!

"Fine! Your Uncle Zhao supports your decision!"

"But remember, the door to Heavenly Sword will always be open for you!"

Zhao Zhao Keqin suddenly said with extreme seriousness.

"Dragon Scale will also always welcome you!"

Liu Lao also followed up. ===== CHAPTER 23 =====

One hour later.

Because Song Qi was too sleepy, he took the initiative to ask to go home to sleep.

If anyone else had done such a rude thing, Zhao Lao and Liu Lao would only think that this young man had no upbringing.

But since the object was Song Qi, the two elders only felt that the youth before them was so spontaneous and free-spirited!

Quite like the style of their own youth!

After Song Qi left, Zhao Lao took out all the data on the new fighter jet that Song Qi had handed over from his briefcase, his old face smiling like a blooming chrysanthemum.

"Old Zhao! You Heavenly Sword guys have really made a fortune!"

"Picking up a new type of fighter jet with performance far exceeding a sixth-generation aircraft for nothing. If this is produced, I'm afraid next year's highest scientific award will be in your pocket again!"

Seeing Zhao Lao's appearance, Liu Lao couldn't help but say sourly.

"Why didn't I have such good luck?"

Zhao Lao glanced at Liu Lao with annoyance and scolded with a smile: "You old guy, just be happy in secret!"

"Little Song's metal material on the outside of the fighter jet alone is enough for your institute to study for several years!"

Hearing this, the group of academicians also burst into laughter.

Obviously, everyone present was in a very good mood.

Without being polite, Song Qi's ability to hand over top-secret data to them was indeed beyond everyone's expectations.

With this data, their research institutes could definitely improve the technology of the entire Long Guo aerospace field by thirty years through reverse engineering!

And, most importantly, the data also included the design blueprints for the new fighter jet.

In other words, even if they didn't understand many of the fighter's technologies right now, they could build the new fighter jet just by following the blueprints!

For the combat effectiveness of the Long Guo Air Force, this was definitely an unimaginable improvement!

Now, for Zhao Lao and Liu Lao, the scarcest thing was actually time.

As long as they gave the two elders a few more years, they would definitely be able to see the scene of Long Guo's military industry taking off completely!

Thinking of this, Zhao Lao felt as if he had become a dozen years younger, and his whole body was filled with infinite fighting spirit.

"Our new fighter jet production line must also be put on the agenda!" ===== CHAPTER 24 =====