Chapter 12: Flustered and Furious Director Feng

Chen Shifu, call all workshops and engineers to a meeting tomorrow; be sure to identify qualified materials, schedule the construction period, and complete it in the shortest possible time.

At Zhang Wen's command, the Qingtian Equipment Manufacturing Factory instantly revived from its previous half‑dead state to full vigor.

It began to work feverishly.

Meanwhile, inside the research institute far away in Sea Dream City.

Director Feng was angrily smashing everything before him.

"What the heck! They bring out a kid to challenge me!"

"Does he even have that strength!"

"A bunch of disgusting bureaucratic idiots!"

"Oh dear, husband, you should rest a bit. Getting angry will ruin your health."

Beside him, Director Feng's wife was comforting him, patting his back while helping him sit down.

Director Feng lifted his head and looked at his wife, whose face bore the features of an Eagle Country person.

She lay on the sofa like a deflated rubber ball.

He raised his head; the dim light illuminated his custom‑made Armani suit and Rolex watch.

Only when he wore those two items could he feel an inexplicable sense of superiority.

"Ge Lei Si, I regret it."

"They literally have no grasp of science at all, no idea what science is!"

Director Feng held his head and muttered to himself.

"Husband, you should have listened to me back then. Wasn't staying at the Eagle Country San Francisco research institute fine?"

Ge Lei Si said with sympathy.

"I originally thought, as someone who studied abroad, and a renowned Ph. D. who studied in Eagle Country..."

"They should have given me commensurate treatment."

"In the end, I gave up a salary of 8,000 Eagle Yuan per month in Eagle Country to come to this shabby research institute. They only gave me less than ten thousand yuan."

"This is an outright insult!"

Professor Feng said angrily.

"They don't understand what a warship is."

"They don't even consider that even the world's strongest navy, the Eagle Country Navy, uses torpedo boats; there is no such thing as a missile boat."

"They even tell me about missile boats—it's pure nonsense!"

"Professor Feng was extremely angry; this anger began on his very first day in Eagle Country."

He had just disembarked and set foot on Eagle Country's soil when he felt he and the pedestrians on the street were in completely different worlds.

Elegant, beautiful, grand—no adjective could convey the shock he felt upon arriving in Eagle Country.

Skyscrapers that rose from the ground, bustling streets, fashion‑clad people—everything completely shattered his pride.

So he began to imitate them: they wore suits, Director Feng wore suits; they drank coffee, Director Feng drank coffee.

Consequently, most of the spaces in his ship designs were filled with various cafés and burger joints.

It was as if merely mimicking Western lifestyles could completely shed his origins and fully integrate into the West.

Even if he returned home, it would be the same; he harbored contempt for his colleagues, the people, and everything else.

"Ge Lei Si, I want to go back."

Director Feng said painfully.

Ge Lei Si at that moment seemed to have changed her expression entirely.

"If you go back, Smith will be very displeased."

She said with a stern face, her eyes carrying a hint of threat.

When Smith's name was mentioned, Director Feng's body shivered, and he immediately said, "Sorry, I misspoke."

It is clear that the name greatly intimidates him.

He frantically fanned his own face with his hand, while Ge Lei Si silently watched him.

Only after both sides of his face swelled did he grin and say, "Honey, I was joking; why did you take it seriously?"

"Yes, yes, yes, just kidding."

"You're confident, right?" Ge Lei Si changed the subject.

"Of course! I certainly do!"

"My design is based on the Eagle Country Navy fleet design."

"How could there be any problem!"

Director Feng's eyes revealed pride and contempt.

In his view, that country bumpkin Zhang Wen was merely a superior coming to give him a tap.

But he had studied abroad; his technology was the nation's strongest, so failure was impossible.

With such confidence, Director Feng simply despised Zhang Wen.

"His name is Zhang Wen, right?"

"How young he is."

Ge Lei Si covered her face and laughed.

However, the meaning in her eyes was somewhat complex.

"Alright, I'll go check the shipyard."

"These barbarians, with my superb design, where is the one who actually does the work?"

Director Feng slipped on his meticulously cared‑for suit jacket and walked out of the office.

On the other side, Zhang Wen was examining the materials that had been sent over.

After all, these are all for making warships, and the safety of the soldiers' lives must be guaranteed.

"How about it, Factory Director? This is specially ordered from East Mountain Steel Factory."

"The quality of this stuff, whether ductility or rigidity, is far higher than that of the civilian ships we built before."

After Zhang Wen conducted the tests, he confirmed there were no problems.

Chen Shifu then told Zhang Wen, "These are all brought over at cost price after they heard about it over there."

"Moreover, many sister factories are using their highest-quality products, and they are also at cost price."

"They said they hope we work hard and definitely don't feel wronged."

"Huh? What does that mean?"

Zhang Wen understood the previous words, but he really didn't understand this last sentence.

Chen Shifu leaned close to Zhang Wen and whispered in his ear, "I heard that after they learned our opponent is Director Feng, they've all been holding a grudge."

"What's wrong with Director Feng?" Zhang Wen asked curiously.

"That Director Feng always says our people can't make anything good, his plan and the previous ships."

"Everything has to be imported, they say imported is better."

"Even the toilets have to be Eagle Country original imports."

"That time, under pressure we used a domestic product once, and the result was we purchased the cheapest one."

"It broke after just a few days of use; reportedly he was smug at the time, telling everyone that domestic goods are junk, not acceptable, and we must still use Eagle Country original imports."

"It's infuriating."

After Chen Shifu finished speaking, Zhang Wen also nodded.

"People like that just lack education."

"So, after those factories heard about your situation, they all rushed over to supply us."

"Then that's good."

"As for the hull, it's basically done; our factory staff can handle it themselves."

"The rest also poses no problem."

"All that's left is the radar and the missiles."

Zhang Wen said worriedly, although the system gave him a full set of drawings, the corresponding technology still needs people to implement it.

Zhang Wen had no choice but to go find Representative Wang, asking him to help see if there's a suitable manufacturer.

"It's best if it's domestic; even if it's a bit inferior, it doesn't matter, after all the drawings are ready."

"As long as we get past this hurdle, it'll be smooth sailing."

After finding Representative Wang and hearing Zhang Wen's idea,

Representative Wang slapped his thigh.

"I happen to know a research institute that can handle both of these aspects."

"A research institute? There won't be someone like Director Feng showing up, will there?"

Zhang Wen frowned, looking at Representative Wang.

Representative Wang patted Zhang Wen on the shoulder.

"What are you thinking, kid? People like Director Feng are hard to find anywhere in the country."

"It's only because domestic warship development is so slow that they've kept him; otherwise, based on his performance, he would have been kicked out long ago."

"Back then he studied abroad on a full national scholarship."

"It's strange—most of his peers came back, and none of them turned out like him."

Representative Wang scratched his head.

"His classmates are all capable and good people; how did he turn out like that?"

"Maybe it's just that the local environment shapes the people."

"Alright, what's the name of that research institute?"

"Su City Research Institute—you'd have known about it before."

"They are researching the active phased-array radar, but there has been no progress; I hope after you go there you can bring some change."

"As for missiles, I heard they have a new product, but it hasn't been equipped yet."

"You can go take a look; maybe you can offer some suggestions."

"Good!" Zhang Wen readily agreed; it seems even though he has the system, the nation's talents won't stop moving forward—they're advancing step by step in their respective fields.