Chapter 17: Are you sure we aren't going to build a nuke?

A few days passed quietly.

After Feng Kuzi was taken in, Zhang Lei, the producer of the show *Happy Life* that Dilraba was acting in, swiftly kicked Feng Kuzi out and brought in a middle-aged director to take over.

As the producer, Zhang Lei naturally knew more of the inside story regarding Feng Kuzi’s arrest.

Feng Kuzi had been taken in by people from the military; his life was effectively over.

Even if he were released in the future, the big shots behind him would never dare to associate with him again, knowing he had been taken down by a military heavyweight.

If Zhang Lei didn't distance himself from Feng Kuzi right now, this big-budget production with hundreds of millions invested would end up buried alongside him!

The newly appointed director made a few inquiries within the crew and soon learned about Feng Kuzi’s situation.

At that moment, even if the director were a fool, he understood that the person behind Dilraba was not someone he could afford to provoke.

So, he decided to go all the way and treated Dilraba like an ancestor to be worshipped.

Forget about kissing scenes; even segments involving any physical contact with other male stars were cut out entirely by him!

Please!

Feng Kuzi was already locked up; what kind of status did a middle-aged, small-time director like him have to dare to stir up trouble on the head of a deity like Dilraba?

He wouldn't dare, even if he were given ten times the courage!

But this was fine; Dilraba was happy to be at leisure, working eight hours a day and leaving on time, without having to look at the director’s face. ===== CHAPTER 35 =====

Chatting with Song Qi during filming became a daily routine.

Watching Dilraba giggle uncontrollably every time Song Qi teased her, her manager shook her head helplessly.

A young girl deep in the throes of love is truly terrifying...

Meanwhile, elsewhere.

Inside the Third Institute, Song Qi stared at the exclusive "assistant" Deng Jianguo had assigned to him, frozen in place.

"Hey!"

"Little Song, you really are something, being unable to do without me!"

"The Chief said you insisted on having me as your assistant, which actually makes me feel a bit embarrassed..."

Zhou Zhou Zhou Yonghui scratched his head, looking somewhat shy; he was clearly deeply moved by Song Qi’s brotherly affection.

"Wait! Stop!"

Song Qi pressed his temples, feeling a headache coming on, and asked blankly, "When the hell did I ever ask for you to be my assistant?"

"I clearly told Deng Jianguo that I wanted an assistant with long legs!"

"What does that have to do with you running over here?"

?

"Aren't my legs long?"

Zhou Zhou Zhou Yonghui asked a soul-searching question.

It left Song Qi stunned.

That’s right!

Zhou Zhou Zhou Yonghui stood at one meter eighty-eight; his legs were truly the longest in the entire Third Institute!

In a sense, Deng Jianguo had indeed fulfilled Song Qi’s request...

"No!"

"The long legs I was talking about aren't your kind of long legs!"

"Who wears wool pants with their long legs?!"

Looking at Zhou Zhou Zhou Yonghui’s face, Song Qi felt so frustrated he wanted to land a couple of punches on the kid.

But Zhou Zhou Zhou Yonghui’s build was far larger and taller than his.

He decided to just let it go!

"Never mind the wool pants!"

"Just answer me, are they long or not, and that’s that!"

Faced with Song Qi’s interrogation, Zhou Zhou Zhou Yonghui simply gave up and went with the flow.

This made Song Qi’s teeth itch with irritation.

"Fine! Let’s get to work!"

Song Qi waved his hand in resignation, finally bowing his proud head to fate.

Before long.

The two walked outside the workshop.

With a clatter, they pulled open the rolling shutter door!

An old, rusted helicopter with multiple dents on its fuselage appeared before them.

"This is a first-generation Long Guo armed helicopter, in service for 28 years, retired this year, empty weight 15.75 tons, maximum takeoff weight 30 tons..."

"The engine is relatively normal, with a slight abnormal noise during takeoff; the propeller is normal..."

"..."

Zhou Zhou Zhou Yonghui held a page of data, muttering to himself.

As an assistant, he naturally had to help Song Qi collect data for the modification samples.

Song Qi didn't speak; he reached out and gently touched the helicopter in front of him.

"Ding! Detected first-generation Long Guo armed helicopter (65% integrity)!"

"Ding! Calculating modification plan!"

"..."

"1. Hydrogen-hydrogen fusion power system modification plan!"

"2. All-liquid metal energy-absorbing shell modification plan!"

"3. Air-source liquefied water extraction system modification plan!"

"..."

"Estimated modification time: 13 days!"

"Modification plan being finalized. Confirm modification to an all-liquid metal, air-source displacement, hydrogen-hydrogen fusion armed rescue helicopter?"

Song Qi was dumbfounded.

"Yes, yes, yes! Definitely!"

"20, 21, 22, 23..."

"Holy crap!"

"The name alone has twenty-three characters!"

Song Qi, who grew up watching Japanese anime, understood one truth.

The longer the name, the stronger the gear!

Twenty-three characters?

Wouldn't this be strong enough to spiral into the sky?

To dominate the heavens, the earth, and the air?

Song Qi nodded in satisfaction. The next second, the system transmitted all the information about the modification plan into his brain.

In his mind, a high-tech armed helicopter quietly took shape!

Closing the system, Song Qi hurriedly sketched a draft of the helicopter in his mind and immediately began writing the design plan without stopping.

Beside him, Zhou Zhou Zhou Yonghui, who was still introducing the helicopter’s other performance specs, froze in place.

Wait, no?

I haven't even finished the introduction?

And you’ve already got the design draft out?

Is the design process really this smooth?

So I, the assistant, am just a decoration!

Zhou Zhou Zhou Yonghui wouldn't give up; he leaned over and took a peek.

"No! No!"

"My head is so itchy, I’m growing a brain..."

Song Qi glanced at Zhou Zhou Zhou Yonghui speechlessly and casually handed him a note.

"Stop messing around!"

"Get everything on this list for me!"

Zhou Zhou Zhou Yonghui took the note, and after just one glance, his pupils dilated.

"High-strength chromium-nickel alloy, high-purity protium-deuterium-tritium heavy water, zirconium, and also..."

"No!"

"Big brother, we’re modifying a helicopter, not building a nuke!"

"These materials you want are strictly controlled; where am I supposed to find them?!"

"Are you trying to go to heaven?"

"Less talking, more doing!" Song Qi twitched his lips and threw another postcard at Zhou Zhou Zhou Yonghui.

"This is the contact information for the Heavenly Sword Research Institute. If there’s any material you can’t procure,"

"contact them!"

Zhou Zhou Zhou Yonghui nodded blankly.

He looked at the rusted helicopter in front of him, then at the ambitious, highly motivated Song Qi.

Zhou Zhou Zhou Yonghui suddenly felt that things were heading in a direction he hadn't anticipated...

"What are you standing there for?" ===== CHAPTER 36 =====