Chapter 85

Hu Wenhai is not a talent; this is a fact that has become a public consensus—talent cannot describe him; he should be considered a genius. However, even if someone is a genius, they are still human. At least from the current scientific perspective, there is no one who is born with knowledge; all knowledge requires at least some basic learning.

Therefore, in practical terms, Hu Wenhai's so-called "visions" are not worth much attention, especially since he has not received professional military training.

Hu Wenhai was deep in thought, considering how he would convince the military leaders in the capital to believe his theories about future warfare after he arrived. Suddenly, he felt a jolt, and then a massive force pressed him firmly into the hard seat. The deafening engine noise that had become somewhat familiar began to decrease linearly, and eventually, the roar of the engines faded into complete silence.

Yes, he was now inside the belly of a Y-8 transport aircraft of the Chinese Air Force. After a month, he had returned to the capital once again.

He couldn't avoid coming. After Lin Qianjun confirmed that his laser-guided weapon was highly effective, and upon hearing that Hu Wenhai had little time to spare for a trip to the capital, Lin Qianjun asked if he could spare half a day. After Hu Wenhai nodded, Lin Qianjun promptly arranged for a transport aircraft to fly directly from Shengjing to Xiucheng Training Airport. Such a grand gesture left Hu Wenhai with no choice but to board the plane.

To be honest, the experience of riding in a military transport aircraft was truly terrible. It was incomparable to the worst service he had ever experienced on a budget airline in his previous life. There were no pretty flight attendants, no delicious airplane meals, no comfortable seats, and no good soundproofing. All he had was the deafening engine noise, the violent turbulence when encountering air currents, and the Y-8's suspension seats that could split his buttocks in two.

Hu Wenhai swore he would never want to experience such a terrible mode of transportation again. He wondered if a Bombardier business jet could be registered in China.

Looking out the window of the Y-8 transport aircraft, this seemed to be an airport in the outskirts of the capital, though he wasn't sure which one. From the "endless" runway, it was clear that this airport was of a very high level, at least on par with the capital's international airport.

Hu Wenhai managed to stand up, thanks to Lin Qianjun's help, otherwise, after nearly two hours of flight, his body might have been completely shaken apart.

As the plane opened its cabin door, Hu Wenhai suddenly froze. A large crowd stood by the runway. From their presence and the number of attendants, it was clear that many of them were high-ranking officials.

"Hey, move quickly! The plane needs to be moved to the hangar!" The pilot's voice came from the cockpit, and Hu Wenhai hurriedly stepped out of the cabin and down the boarding stairs.

Although the weather in the capital in January was bitterly cold, the fresh air made Hu Wenhai breathe a sigh of relief. At this moment, he realized that the crowd by the runway was not there to greet him. Clearly, he had already stood on the ground, but no one had greeted him.

The crowd by the runway saw Hu Wenhai disembark and heard his name mentioned in the crowd, but most people continued to crane their necks and look up at the sky, waiting expectantly.

"Director Lin, who are these people?" Hu Wenhai asked curiously, standing to the side. Fortunately, Lin Qianjun had come down with him, or he would have been in a difficult situation.

"You'll know soon, Mr. Hu. Let's go over, and I'll introduce you to a few leaders," Lin Qianjun said with a wink, playfully keeping him in suspense.

Hu Wenhai rolled his eyes helplessly and laughed, "Alright, you're the host, I'll follow your lead."

...

The Y-8 transport aircraft that brought Hu Wenhai from Xiucheng quickly left the runway, but the crowd showed no signs of dispersing.

Lin Qianjun led the way, approaching the edge of the crowd from the side. He soon found a man in ordinary military uniform with a red collar badge, who looked like a leader. Hu Wenhai was now extremely nostalgic for the military rank system that was restored after 1988, where one could easily distinguish between high and low ranks. In contrast, everyone here wore the same uniform and collar badges.

"Hey, Old Zhai, what's wrong with your mouth?" Lin Qianjun greeted a leader with a blister on his lip, showing a familiar concern.

"Ah, don't mention it. I ate a meatball from Hong Kong yesterday, and who knew it had a filling! Ouch—" The man winced, clearly in pain, and covered his lip with a cold breath. It was clear that he had been scalded by the hot broth inside the meatball.

Those meatballs are like steam bombs when they come out of the pot. It seemed this man had fallen victim to one.

"Come, let me introduce you!" Lin Qianjun immediately pulled Hu Wenhai to his side and pointed at him, "Old Zhai, you must have heard of him, this is Hu Wenhai."

"Mr. Hu, this is not an ordinary person. He is Vice President Zhai Youjiang of Beihang University, who oversees the defense students. He has many accomplished students in the Chinese aviation industry!"

"Oh! You're Hu Wenhai? Excellent, excellent, a hero emerges in youth!" Zhai Youjiang's eyes lit up, and he grabbed Hu Wenhai's hand, examining him closely. "You haven't gone to university yet, right? How about coming to Beihang? We can admit you as a defense student without an exam!"

"Hello, Vice President Zhai. I haven't decided on a university yet, but thank you for the invitation!" Hu Wenhai smiled stiffly, deeply shocked. Who would have thought that this unassuming old man was the vice president of Beihang University? In the local context, a vice president of a vice-ministerial-level university like Beihang would be a department-level official. But in this setting, he was just standing on the sidelines.

Speaking of which, in ten or twenty years, who would have thought a department-level official could be scalded by a meatball! This simple incident revealed so much.

"Ha, think about it!" Zhai Youjiang said with a smile, earnestly urging him. "Beihang has high technology and many connections in the domestic aviation industry. If you study as a defense student, I can guarantee you a regimental-level position after graduation!"

"Alright, I'll think about it." Hu Wenhai, unable to refuse the offer, had to play it diplomatically.

After a few more pleasantries, Hu Wenhai suddenly saw a thin, agile figure dart out of the crowd and head towards the front.

"Who is that! Step back!" Sure enough, the man was quickly pinned to the ground before he could reach the front.

"Commander Lin, it's me, Yan Su!" The man struggled, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small box. "I have medicine! I have medicine! It's a family-secret formula for strengthening the kidneys, it can make a man last through a thousand women in a night!"

At the front of the crowd, a leader with Slavic features turned around, frowned, and asked, "Which unit are you from, and what do you want?"

Yan Su, overjoyed, quickly replied, "It's me, Yan Su! Commander Lin, don't you remember? I'm a researcher at the 271 Institute. I've developed a potent aphrodisiac, a hundred times more effective than Viagra! It can earn the country a hundred billion dollars in foreign exchange, definitely!"

"271 Institute? Isn't that—" The leader seemed to think for a moment, and someone quickly whispered in his ear, "What, the herbal tea research institute? Are you kidding me!"

Seeing the leader's anger, someone quickly waved a hand, and the man was dragged away.

After a moment, the crowd quieted down again, and everyone looked up at the sky.

"Ah, it's all Mr. Hu's fault!" Lin Qianjun couldn't help but laugh and complain. "Ever since the news spread that your medicine earned the country ten billion dollars, the entrance to No. 14 Fuxing Road is now filled with people selling their family-secret formulas every day."

"Oh, that's right, I remember now!" Zhai Youjiang also looked enlightened. "The military is currently testing that medicine. Because of the two-child policy, many people are eager to use it!"

"Uh, can't they use birth control instead?" Hu Wenhai asked, feeling awkward and puzzled.

"No, who knows what the long-term effects on fertility might be? To pass the FDA review in the United States, the country is putting in a lot of effort!" Zhai Youjiang firmly rejected Hu Wenhai's suggestion.

"Ha, but a few other medicines with powerful connections are also being tested," Lin Qianjun said, revealing his insider knowledge. "Currently, the tests are only conducted on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays with Mr. Hu's medicine. Tuesdays are for Zhang Danning's Golden Capsules, Thursdays for He Ting's Health Pills, Saturdays and Sundays for Liuwei Dihuang Pills, and the last one is actually quite reliable!"

"Tsk, tsk, these people are crazy for money!" Zhai Youjiang said in disbelief. "Even a man of iron would have problems if he took all these medicines!"

"Ah, who would have thought!" Hu Wenhai was speechless, realizing the significant impact his Viagra-like medicine had caused. The Air Force General Hospital might become the last hope for infertile patients nationwide, and if Air Force officers all suffered from kidney problems in a few years, what would happen?

Would this mean dedicating his youth and life to the Air Force, and then dedicating his descendants as well?

Just as Hu Wenhai was in a daze, someone in the crowd shouted, "It's here!"

Everyone immediately fell silent, looking towards the horizon like pilgrims, where a gray eagle suddenly appeared. It was not the green-painted aircraft of the People's Liberation Army Air Force!

PS: I'm traveling with my family for the National Day holiday, and I'm responsible for driving, which may affect my updates. I'll try to catch up after this period. I hope everyone can understand. Thank you!