Courtyard House: The Road to an Industrial Power

"We have already arranged for a special forces team to enter China in advance."

"We will try to retrieve the black box."

"An army major general said at the meeting."

As the fighter jet landed smoothly on the runway, Lin Weidong heard a system notification in his mind.

[Ding! You have acquired the complete set of long-range drone technology!]

The results of the battle quickly spread to various countries.

The Pentagon, the beautiful United States.

The president looked at the senior generals attending the meeting:

"What you have here is a situation report on the recent air battle between the Russians and China."

"Do you think our fighter jets are any better than this?"

"Back then, their army already caused us immense suffering."

"Now we have another air force!"

After he finished speaking, he looked at the silent crowd.

At this point, the CIA director said, "We can try to make a deal with China."

At this moment, everyone's eyes fell on him.

"We can tell them that as long as they hand over the technology of the fighter jets, we can appropriately relax the technological restrictions on them."

"We can even trade with them."

The president nodded upon hearing this, a satisfied smile appearing on his lips: "I believe that with such generous terms, China will certainly not be able to refuse."

At this time, the Chinese army retrieved the black box that the Russians had dropped at the border.

Only one member of the infiltrated Russian special forces team escaped.

The enemy did not flee towards the Russians, but instead headed towards Beijing.

He is the captain of the special forces team.

He is also one of the heirs of the Sergei family.

The family's mission for him this time was to eliminate Lin Weidong. As long as he completed the mission, he could go back and obtain all of the family's political resources.

This was incredibly attractive to him.

Although he is Russian, he is about the same height as a Chinese person, around 1.7 meters tall.

Now he's boarded a train bound for Beijing.

After returning to Beijing, Lin Weidong went straight home.

He figured Su Wanqing must be angry since he hadn't brought her along twice in a row.

After parking the car, Lin Weidong headed straight for the west courtyard.

Lin Weidong gently pushed open the door and saw Su Wanqing sitting at her desk looking at blueprints.

"Wanqing"

"I'm back!"

Lin Weidong said softly to Su Wanqing.

Su Wanqing put down the blueprints and smiled happily, then leaned back gently in her chair.

"Yo~"

"Is Director Lin finished with his work?"

"How come you have time to come back?"

Lin Weidong quickly came up behind Su Wanqing and gently massaged her shoulders.

He explained softly, "It's just that the journey there and back is bumpy."

"And the living conditions in the military are so harsh."

Su Wanqing stood up and looked at Lin Weidong with a serious expression: "When have I ever been afraid of hardship? If I were afraid of hardship, I wouldn't be working in the military industry."

"It would be so much easier to sit in an office!"

After saying that, Su Wanqing's expression softened a little, and she looked at Lin Weidong and said, "You can't leave me out next time."

Lin Weidong reached out and patted Su Wanqing's head, smiling as he said, "Okay, okay, I'll definitely take you next time."

Su Wanqing slapped Lin Weidong's hand away and walked towards the kitchen: "You haven't eaten yet, have you? I'll cook you a bowl of noodles."

A moment later, Su Wanqing came out with a bowl of egg noodles.

While eating noodles, Lin Weidong told Su Wanqing about his experience.

After hearing this, Su Wanqing looked at Lin Weidong, who was drinking soup from his bowl, with disbelief: "Are our third-generation fighter jets that much better than the Russians'?"

Lin Weidong put down his bowl, wiped his mouth, and said, "It's not just the difference in fighter jets, but also the difference in radar and missiles."

The radar system deployed this time will become our next air defense weapon.

While the two were chatting, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs received a message from the United States.

After seeing the exchange terms offered by the United States, the top leadership of China was furious and directly and firmly rejected them.

After being rejected, the United States directly contacted a small island in southern China and dispatched an aircraft carrier to the island.

When the island's leaders heard that the United States was going to send an aircraft carrier to conduct military exercises, they were overjoyed.

As China grows stronger, I've recently heard that it has acquired powerful fighter jets.

The atmosphere on the island has been rather gloomy.

This exercise instantly boosted their sense of security.

For the next week, Lin Weidong did not leave the machinery factory.

He needs to quickly develop the first active phased array radar, because with this radar his drones will be much more powerful.

The fact that drone technology is available now is something Lin Weidong never expected.

In my previous life, people all over the world had witnessed the power of this weapon.

Countless places that were considered insurmountable were easily conquered by tiny drones worth thousands of dollars.

Even tanks, the ultimate land combat weapon, are often too scared to show up by tiny drones.

Just as Lin Weidong was engrossed in studying technology at the factory, a dirty beggar walked out of the Beijing train station.

People around immediately covered their noses and kept their distance.

A few thugs found it amusing and all went up to him and spat at him.

One of them said to the people around him, "Watch me, I'll show you what it means to soar to the sky."

After saying that, he rushed towards the beggar, stomped hard on the beggar's head, and jumped two meters high.

He turned to look at his henchmen, a smug look on his face. Just then, several policemen walked over, pointed at the man, and shouted, "What are you doing!"

"stop."

The thugs immediately took off running.

They didn't notice that the beggar was staring intently in the direction they left.

Sergei Popov never expected to be humiliated like this.

He stared intently in the direction the group had left, determined to kill them if he had the chance.

At this moment, a policeman approached him: "Comrade, where did you come from?"

Popov's face was covered in soot, and his hair was dyed black with coal ash, lying messily on his face.

He opened his mouth and made "ah ah ah" sounds.

It indicates to the other person that they cannot speak.

Then he kept pointing to his ears.

The two police officers realized that the other party was deaf and mute.

The two police officers exchanged a glance and then turned and left.

Popov slowly walked in the direction the thugs had left.

As soon as the group of thugs stepped out of the alley, they saw the beggar walking towards them.

One of them said, "If we take him there and sell him to the beggar chief, do you think we can go to Old Mo's for a meal?"

Several people immediately echoed this.

The group turned around, went into the alley, found a burlap sack, and waited for Popov to come over.

Two of them were just about to lift the sack and put it over their heads.

Popov, who was prepared, struck the two men hard in the chest with the stick in his hand.

"what!"

The two fell to the ground in pain.

Then a few clicking sounds came from the alley.

The necks of several thugs were broken.

All the money on him was taken.

There weren't many people around, except for a beggar who was walking with a cane and limping not far away.