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Chapter 102 Drone Game, Picking Up People (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets)

"Xiao Dong!"

Lin Dong finished the food he had just eaten, but still felt hungry, so he went back to the counter and got another "Guilin Ciba" that tasted pretty good.

At this moment, Zhang Fangxu walked over from the other side and waved to Lin Dong.

"uncle!"

Lin Dong stopped and looked at Zhang Fangxu's relaxed expression, smiling as he asked, "Is the matter settled?"

"We've finished negotiating with this one, and we expect to have more than a dozen more in the next few days."

Zhang Fangxu was unaware of Lin Dong's situation, so he replied with a brief answer without elaboration, then turned and looked around, asking, "Where's your dad?"

"He is the chief designer of the drones, so he might be a day or two late. We'll rest for a bit and then take the military train back with the main force of the Red Army at noon."

Lin Dong will give a brief explanation.

The headquarters originally planned for this exercise to last three days, but the Red Team estimated it to last one day, and the Blue Team was expected to be able to hold out until daytime for a while longer.

But to everyone's surprise, the exercise ended in just half a night, and when the swarm of drones finally appeared, it was just a cleanup.

"The chief designer of the drone..."

Zhang Fangxu took a deep breath, patted Lin Dong on the shoulder, and exclaimed in admiration, "Your dad is amazing now."

"My dad is quite hardworking," Lin Dong nodded in agreement.

"Alright, your uncle has other things to do. Go back and tell your dad that the game company team he mentioned has been set up."

When the time comes, have your dad send over the encrypted core game code, and I'll make the arrangements so we can finish the entire production before summer vacation.

"I'll come back to Chengdu to see you after I'm done with this busy period."

Zhang Fangxu chatted with Lin Dong for a while, then reached out and patted Lin Dong's head before turning around and quickly leaving the guesthouse.

After watching Zhang Fangxu leave, Lin Dong took the glutinous rice cake back to his seat, and immediately a group of his friends surrounded him.

"Lin Dong, what did Uncle Zhang discuss with those desert representatives?"

"I think I just heard Uncle Zhang mention something about a game. Is there a new game?"

Zhang Yihao and Li Tao came over and asked each of them curiously.

Although it was the first time any of them had met Zhang Fangxu, the logic of kinship was still easy to discern.

Lin Dong's mother's surname is Zhang, and they usually call her Aunt Xia or Aunt Zhang. So Lin Dong's uncle must also have the surname Zhang, and he should be called Uncle Zhang.

"I don't know what they were talking about."

Lin Dong sat down in his seat and said with a smile, "But I do know about the game."

That is, my uncle started a game company and asked my dad for some technical support. It should be launched around the summer vacation.

This game is quite familiar to everyone; it's a drone pilot game that can recreate almost 90% of drone operation.

Originally, Lin Dong planned that the game's fidelity to reality could reach 98%.

However, later, the headquarters learned about this matter through Wei Hua'an, and after speaking with Lin Weiliang, they set the limit at 90%.

As for the 98% version, it will be purchased centrally by headquarters and used as internal training material in the future.

In return, the headquarters made a call and easily obtained the game license that major online game companies are currently struggling with, and also conveniently obtained the relevant documents for the upcoming national league.

"A drone pilot game? 90% accurate?"

Everyone's eyes widened in surprise, and Li Tao even asked further, "Does that include swarm drones?"

"include."

Lin Dong nodded: "When they say 90% accurate, they mean swarm drones. As for FPV drones, they are indistinguishable from the real thing."

"Wow, Uncle Lin is that amazing?" Su Yue couldn't help but exclaim.

"Now I can play this game at home without my mom scolding me!" Li Tao's eyes widened.

"Don't worry, they probably won't say anything about you again."

Lin Dong smiled and said, "In the second half of the year, the national league will start simultaneously. The headquarters has roughly decided that a group of players who meet the age and basic performance requirements and are ranked relatively high in the country will be specially recruited into the military academy through offline assessments."

In the future, playing games will be like taking physical education exams for university admissions, and you'll even be applying to top-tier universities...

However, you still need to study hard and not be lazy, otherwise you'll be in trouble if your basic grades aren't up to par.

"Holy crap—"

"Lin Dong, are you talking about yourself?"

Li Tao complained, "You have the worst grades among us, and I never see you studying."

"fine."

Before Lin Dong could answer, Xu Qingling said with a smile, "He's good at drones; this score is enough for him to be admitted to university through a special admission program."

"Xu Qingling, just spoil him!"

Li Tao, Zhang Yihao, and Zhang Zihua, among others, spoke out simultaneously.

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Waaaaah—

As night approached eight o'clock, the streetlights outside the windows adorned the houses, casting a warm orange glow on the darkness.

The military train, fully loaded with Red Army soldiers and returning victorious, finally came to a slow stop at a military station near the training ground after traveling for more than seven hours. The train sounded its long whistle and the wheels made a dull thud as they rubbed against the rails.

"Wow! We're finally back!"

"Tomorrow's still a weekend! How wonderful!"

Su Yue and Huang Qingyao were the first to step out of the car, opening their arms wide and shouting as they breathed in the fresh air of their hometown.

"Yao Yao!"

"Yueyue!"

Before they could even properly express their feelings, several shouts rang out from ahead.

Huang Xinhua and Su Yue's father, Su Xing, came over and waved to the two of them while holding car keys.

Xu Qingling stood at the car door and saw Huang Xinhua and several other parents who came to pick up their children, as well as the parents of Li Tao and Zhang Yihao. When she spotted Xu Ziming, she couldn't help but turn around and look at Lin Dong.

"Dad's here to pick me up. Shall we go home together?"

She hadn't forgotten that Lin Weiliang was still in Guangxi Province and wouldn't be back for another day or two.

Normally, Lin Weiliang drives at Lin Dong's house, as Zhang Xiali isn't very skilled at driving, so she's unlikely to be able to complete the task of picking people up.

Just as Lin Dong was about to say something, he suddenly saw a figure, his expression shifting as he said, "No need, my godfather is here to pick me up."

"Zihua, Xiaodong, get in the car!"

Wang Xingguo came over, helped lift the backpack next to Zhang Zihua, and then called Lin Dong to follow along.

"I'll go first."

Lin Dong nodded to Xu Qingling, and together with Zhang Zihua, followed behind Wang Xingguo for about a hundred meters before getting into a Mengshi military off-road vehicle.

Wang Xingguo got into the driver's seat, started the car, but didn't rush to leave. Instead, he looked back at Zhang Zihua and Lin Dong.

"Zihua, Xiaodong, have you two eaten yet?"

"Uncle Wang, I ate on the train. They provide meals." Zhang Zihua fastened his seatbelt and nodded in reply.

"We've eaten everything, Godfather, let's get going." Lin Dong replied as well.

"Alright, that's good. We'll head straight back now." Wang Xingguo stepped on the gas, and the Mengshi carried the three of them out of the station.

As the Mengshi (a type of aircraft) left the military station, two inconspicuous security vehicles followed, and the three vehicles headed towards the Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group (Chengfei) base.

Soon, the three vehicles returned to the base.

Wang Xingguo drove the car to the entrance of the residential area, and Zhang Zihua opened the car door first and called out, "Uncle Wang, I'm going back now, my mom is still waiting for me."

"Okay, be careful," Wang Xingguo instructed earnestly.

Zhang Zihua nodded, gestured to Lin Dong, picked up his backpack, got off the bus, and walked into the residential area. His slightly thin figure cast a long shadow under the streetlights.

"Is Uncle Zhang's file still not declassified?" Lin Dong asked Wang Xingguo, turning to look at Zhang Zihua's retreating figure.

"I estimate it will have to wait until you go to university, it won't be that fast."

"The declassification and release of one of these things leads to the discovery of many others."

Wang Xingguo watched Zhang Zihua's figure disappear around the corner of the residential area, slammed his right hand hard on the car steering wheel, gritted his teeth, and said with red eyes:

"That broken fighter jet killed too many people. It was supposed to have its maiden flight in a few months, but several of them didn't make it."

As he spoke, Wang Xingguo took a few deep breaths to calm his agitated emotions, and stopped talking about the topic. He took out a document bag marked "Confidential" from the armrest box and handed it to Lin Dong.

"AVIC and the 701 Institute have a project to deploy cruise missiles on fourth-generation large ships, but the missile engines are not up to standard, and the speed and cruise range are not up to standard."

Headquarters sent a confidential inquiry letter, asking whether the variable ramjet engine performance of your "Hot Spicy" can meet the requirements...

Wang Xingguo briefly explained the situation, then said seriously, "Take a look at the requirements of the document and see if it fits. If not, I'll refuse..."