On the way, Huang Tagu smugly spread the news that Fang Er was going to provide black technology.
This made the other military region commanders very envious.
But when asked what it was, he just sent a smiley face emoji and didn't elaborate.
To others, this was clearly him playing coy.
So, they discussed it privately and directly flew over in J-20s.
Now, they were cornering him in Huang Tagu's office!
Seeing the two figures appear in the corridor, a group of people pounced like wolves.
"Brother Fang, what good stuff have you made this time?"
"Is it the Varyag, or the Little Bird?"
"Did you get your hands on that alien spaceship?"
"What did you manage to dig out of Area 51 last time? Open our eyes, brother!"
Fang Er was taken aback. Why were these guys here?
He turned and saw Huang Tagu's smile frozen on his face, looking as uncomfortable as if he had constipation.
How could he not know what was going on?
He glared at Huang Tagu in mock anger.
"Did you inform them?"
Huang Tagu rubbed his nose with a hint of embarrassment and didn't answer. He took a small knife from a guard behind him and walked towards Li Chengzong.
"Come, let me help you open your eyes..."
Li Chengzong: ...
Damn it, is that what I meant?
After entering the office, a group of people surrounded Fang Er in the center, all looking at him with eager anticipation.
Fang Er scratched his head helplessly and pulled out a set of car keys from his pocket, tossing them to Huang Tagu's guard.
"Go and bring everything from my trunk up here."
"The car is downstairs, a white Arctic Fox."
"Yes."
The guard took the keys and rushed out of the door as if escaping.
Damn, being in the same room with these big shots was too oppressive!
A few minutes later, a squad of guards brought up four suitcases.
The suitcases were placed neatly on the coffee table, and the big shots looked at each other, clearly surprised.
In their opinion, anything Fang Er would call black technology had to be something substantial, right?
For instance, something as large as the Little Bird?
At the very least, it should be the size of an Apache or a B-2.
How could it possibly fit into these suitcases?
"Brother, this... are you sure there's black technology inside?"
Huang Tagu also asked, pointing at the suitcases with surprise.
Fang Er smiled and said nothing. He casually opened one, revealing a neatly arranged array of documents.
All related to the photon generator.
From design drawings, assembly plans, to various experimental data, everything was there!
He opened the other three suitcases, and the contents were the same.
"Take a look for yourselves and see if it qualifies as black technology."
Pointing at the documents, Fang Er stood up, squeezed through the crowd, walked behind Huang Tagu's desk, and sat down, watching everyone with a smile.
"This is impossible!"
"Holy crap, ten minutes of power is enough for a town of ten thousand people for a month?"
"And that's not even at full power?"
"Unbelievable, simply unbelievable!"
"..."
The big shots looked as if they had discovered a new continent, their mouths agape in astonishment.
Turning back to look at Fang Er, they found him casually lounging on the desk playing a matching game.
"Excellent!"
"Unbelievable!"
"Amazing..."
It was just outrageous!
Then, one after another, phone calls were made.
"Brother, I don't understand the technical aspects. I've called Zhu from the power grid. You can explain it to him in detail later."
After making a few calls, Huang Tagu walked up to Fang Er and said.
Fang Er: ???
Calling for backup?
Giving a lecture?
Isn't this forcing me to show off?
"I'm out, you guys have fun..."
He decisively put away his phone, stood up, and walked out.
"Oh right, this is the crystal magnet mentioned in the data."
As he reached the doorway, he remembered he had forgotten this. He took out two crystal magnets and casually placed them on the water dispenser.
Huang Tagu didn't react immediately. By the time he came to his senses, Fang Er's figure was already downstairs.
"Holy crap, don't go, explain it properly!"
He pushed open the window and shouted down at Fang Er.
"No, let them figure it out themselves!"
Fang Er waved his hand, got into the car, started it, shifted gears, and accelerated...
After leaving the military compound, the scene shifted, and he was back in Great Tang Australia.
He'd let them play with the generator themselves. His job was to relax. He could always get a copy of the data later.
With the right tools, he could go back to working out!
In Research Institute No. 3, the situation was exceptionally lively.
Faraday and Franklin sat facing each other, arguing heatedly.
Maxwell and Tesla were hugging each other, rolling on the ground.
Watt was pulling Volta's beard, pinning him against the wall.
Ampere was holding a brick, fiercely roaring something at Joule.
Seeing this scene, Fang Er felt speechless.
He found Li Tai in the crowd and dragged him outside.
"What's going on in there?"
Li Tai shook his head with a wry smile: "What else could it be!"
"Yesterday afternoon, Uncle Jiu came for a visit. Ever since he left, the atmosphere here has changed!"
"It's become like the imperial court. If there's a disagreement, they start fighting!"
Fang Er: ...
Old Li Jiu, I'll damn your ancestors!
What a good research atmosphere, and this guy managed to ruin it!
Back in the lab, he took out his tools and was about to start working on the bearing.
But listening to the screams around him, his temper flared up.
"Do you know where Old Li Jiu is?"
He grabbed the bearing and asked Li Tai angrily.
"I heard he went out with Old Man Fang."
Li Tai scratched the back of his head, thinking for a moment before answering.
"Keep an eye on them, I'm going to settle the score with him!"
He threw the bearing into the car and immediately sped off.
Being with Old Man Fang, he could guess where they were going with his eyes closed.
Half an hour later, outside a native village.
Fang Xuanling, Du Ruhui, and Li Xiaogong were all sprawled on a dirt slope.
They were staring intently below, not even noticing Fang Er behind them.
Below the slope was a river, where over a dozen native women were bathing.
Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui had no trace of lewdness on their faces, pointing and discussing below as if they were observing works of art.
Li Xiaogong, on the other hand, was drooling.
"Uncle Jiu seems to be enjoying himself!"
Hearing the voice, Li Xiaogong turned around and saw Fang Er looking at him ominously.
"Hahahaha, brother, you're finally..."
Before he could finish speaking, Fang Er suddenly grabbed his legs.
"Holy crap, what are you doing?!"
"What am I doing? You dared to mess up the atmosphere of my research institute, and you ask what I'm doing?"
After saying that, he swung Li Xiaogong fiercely by his legs, sending him spinning into the river.
"Ah..."
"Ah, holy crap..."