The little star from the Gobi Desert, handed over to the state, is hailed as a national treasure.

With a "bang," Enlip couldn't help but stand up, the movement so large that it knocked over the teacup in front of him.

The guards standing outside immediately pushed the door open and entered. "Dean Qian!"

This is the title Professor Qian holds in China. He rarely allows others to address him this way except in formal settings.

"It's nothing, the teacup just accidentally tipped over. Get me a towel."

Professor Qian gave the instructions calmly.

"No! Get out!" Enlip shouted in English, pointing at the guard in a somewhat distraught manner. "This place is not for anyone to disturb!"

He was a highly regarded scientist in the United States, and even the president treated him with deference. At this moment, his emotions were running high, and he could not tolerate the presence of a third person in the room.

Professor Qian nodded to the guards and reassured them, "Don't worry, put down the towel and you can go out now."

The guard hesitated, glancing at Anlip and then at Professor Qian. The foreign professor was unarmed, and even if he did fight, he might not be a match for Professor Qian. Only then did he feel somewhat relieved and slowly retreat, giving instructions as he went.

"Dean Qian, we'll be guarding outside. Please call us if you need anything..."

"Go!" Enlip roared angrily.

The guard hurriedly closed the door and left, thinking to himself, "This foreign professor has quite the temper."

"Money? You must be kidding me!"

Anlip strode up to Professor Qian and placed his hands on the table in front of him.

"Six months? You can launch a missile in six months? Are you kidding me?!"

"Professor Enlip," Professor Qian's smile faded, his expression turning serious. "I never joke about science!"

"Six months? No, impossible!"

Enlip, hands on his hips, paced rapidly around the room, shouting, "You can't do it! You absolutely can't do it!"

As far as he knew, Daxia did not have a systematic missile research and teaching program. In fact, before Professor Qian returned to China, no one in the entire country had ever seen a missile, let alone basic equipment such as wind tunnels and engine test stands!

But now, Qian not only claims they have people, but also denies the technology of the United States. Even more outrageous, he says he will build a missile in six months? What is this if not a joke?

Even God wouldn't dare write a script like this.

"Even if you're a genius in this field, it's absolutely impossible... absolutely impossible!"

The United States, the United Kingdom, and even the United States, which was the most technologically advanced at the time, have all worked on this project for more than ten years. How come they are able to be so much faster than their predecessors?

Professor Qian looked at him quietly, his gaze calm and unwavering.

These six months were the slowest timeframe he had given himself after calculating all the data, and this was before any titanium deposits were discovered.

If they had qualified boards, this time could be shortened by at least half a month.

Of course, this incredible speed is the result of the hard work and dedication of all the researchers.

Enrip's visit further proves one thing: missile development must be accelerated. Only by developing our own weapons sooner can we get rid of the blackmail and threats from other countries sooner!

Professor Enlip finally stopped. He rubbed his forehead and looked at the calm Professor Qian, gleaning more information from his expression.

"You really are a... a magical people," Enlip murmured with a sigh. "Alright, Money, I believe you, because you never lie, and you never do anything you're not sure about."

"Thank you for your trust, Professor Anlip." Professor Qian also stood up.

Anlip extended his hand to him, "Then in six months, I'll wait and see if, as you say, a missile belonging to Great Xia will rise from this land."

"If that day comes, I hope my teacher will send me a congratulatory letter." Professor Qian's tone became a little more relaxed, just like more than 20 years ago when he was studying in the United Kingdom and asked his mentor for a reward.

Enlip smiled. His most outstanding student, no matter how many years had passed, was still as intelligent and wise as when he first met him.

"Money, how wonderful it would be if we could do scientific research together."

Thinking of this, he cursed the decision-makers in the United States back then a thousand times in his mind.

How could such a top talent be let go so easily?

"Teacher, if you would like to join Daxia, I would be very happy to welcome you."

Professor Qian certainly knew what he was thinking, but for him, nothing was more worthwhile than dedicating his life's learning to the land of his motherland and leading the people of Daxia toward national rejuvenation.

Enlip was amused by his words, and he couldn't help but pat Professor Qian on the shoulder, as if he were an old friend.

"Alright, Qian, it's great to see you again. I'd like to stay in Great Xia for another day to see what makes this country so fascinating. Could you be my guide?"

Professor Qian was slightly taken aback, and was about to explain that this was a private trip and he probably couldn't accompany him. Just then, a guard gently knocked on the door.

"Dean Qian, Professor Anlip's assistant and translator, Mr. Yang, requests to see him."

The guard didn't speak English, so Professor Qian translated what he said. Then, Professor Qian added with a smile, "Teacher, someone more suitable to be your tour guide than me has arrived."

Enlip's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, carrying a hint of disdain.

He didn't like George Young.

Before meeting Professor Qian, his impression of the people of Daxia was that they were at least like Professor Qian—integrity, integrity, and pride without losing their principles. But Yang Qiaozhi was completely different from what he had imagined.

If it weren't for the fact that Yang Qiaozhi was Professor Qian's compatriot and practically his junior, he wouldn't have chosen him at all.

But he had no choice. Having come to Great Xia, he ultimately needed a translator who was familiar with the local situation and fluent in both languages. George Yang was indeed the best candidate.

"Alright, I'll go see him first," Enlip said helplessly. "Hopefully, I'll have a chance to see you again, Money."

He stretched out his arms and gave Professor Qian a hug. "You know, chatting with you is always a very pleasant thing."

"Me too, Professor Enlip," Professor Qian replied with a smile.

Enlip turned around and strode towards the door. Professor Qian did not get up to see him off, but simply picked up a towel and calmly wiped away the spilled tea on the table.