Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

"Commander!"

Chen Bing snapped to attention and gave a resounding military salute.

The old instructor, who had been lying on the ground, scrambled to his feet and stammered, "Greetings, Commander."

Lin Zhentian didn't even spare a glance for them.

His bloodshot old eyes swept across the firing range like radar, locking onto the dark blue steel plate stuck in the sandbag.

"This is... the steel plate they mentioned on the phone?"

Lin Zhentian strode over.

The senior experts from the ministries behind him also swarmed around him like hungry tigers pouncing on their prey.

"Sir, be careful, it's hot!" Chen Bing quickly reminded him.

Lin Zhentian ignored him completely. He stretched out his calloused hands and pulled the steel plate out of the sandbag.

Lin Zhentian was stunned.

"Why is it so light?"

He incredulously weighed the object in his hand.

The steel plate, half a meter long and thirty centimeters wide, felt incredibly light in his hands, almost like a piece of cardboard.

But on this "cardboard" there are indeed ten shallow bullet holes.

The edges of each crater were perfectly smooth, without a trace of metal tearing.

"Old Zhao! Come quick!"

Lin Zhentian's voice trembled as he handed the steel plate to the elderly expert next to him who wore thick-rimmed glasses.

The old expert took out his magnifying glass and almost pressed his face against the steel plate.

"This...this molecular structure..."

The old expert gasped, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"Not only did it absorb the bullet's kinetic energy, but even the metal crystals around the point of impact remained undeformed!"

"Sir, this...this is absolutely a revolutionary super alloy!"

The old expert was so excited that he almost cried.

"If this steel plate really only weighs one-fifth of ordinary steel, what does that mean?"

"This means our tanks can be reduced in weight by half, and their mobility will be enhanced to a terrifying level!"

"This means we can equip every frontline soldier with a lightweight yet bulletproof vest!"

"mean……"

The old expert couldn't continue speaking. He took off his glasses and hastily wiped away the tears on his face.

"Sir, this is a blessing for our great nation! A blessing for China!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhentian felt as if his blood was boiling.

Having spent his life amidst gunfire, he knew all too well how many soldiers' lives could be saved by a bulletproof and lightweight piece of equipment.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Lin Zhentian slapped his thigh hard, making a loud "smack".

He was so excited that his beard was trembling and his old face was flushed red.

"With this divine weapon, how can the Chinese Army not stand out among its peers!"

He turned around, his gaze sharp and penetrating the crowd, landing precisely on Zhang Huaimin.

That five-and-a-half-year-old child.

He was leaning against a wooden pillar at the edge of the shooting range, and a big red apple had appeared in his hand sometime during the shooting range.

He took a bite with a "crunch" and ate it with relish.

It was as if all these world-shaking miracles had nothing to do with him.

Lin Zhentian strode up to Zhang Huaimin.

This old commander, who was usually as stern as an iron fist and made countless high-ranking generals tremble with fear.

At that moment, he actually squatted down without any airs.

He looked directly at Zhang Huaimin, his eyes filled with fervor, doting affection, and even a hint of awe.

"Little Huaimin."

Lin Zhentian's voice softened unusually, even sounding a bit like he was coaxing a child.

"Did you really put this steel plate there?"

Zhang Huaimin swallowed the apple in his mouth and wiped the juice from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Yes, Grandpa Lin."

He blinked his big eyes, his tone innocent and naive.

"I just grabbed some stuff from the lab's waste pile, put it in a pot and boiled it, and that's how it turned out."

Did you just grab something random, put it in a pot, and boil it?

The elderly experts nearby almost coughed up blood upon hearing this.

Is this some kind of porridge-making or steelmaking?!

If you can cook up such a miraculous thing just by boiling it casually, then we experts who have spent our whole lives in materials science might as well just find a block of tofu and kill ourselves!

But at that moment, no one dared to question the five-year-old child's words.

Because the miracle was truly right in front of them!

"Good boy! Such a good boy!"

Lin Zhentian suddenly picked Zhang Huaimin up and couldn't help but rub his stubble-covered chin against Zhang Huaimin's tender face.

The stab made Zhang Huaimin shrink back.

"Deploy troops!"

Lin Zhentian suddenly stopped smiling, stood up straight, and spoke in a booming voice.

"Here!" Chen Bing stood at attention and responded loudly.

"From today onwards, the security level of the classified laboratory is raised to the highest level!"

Lin Zhentian surveyed the entire scene, his imposing aura making everyone feel suffocated.

"Comrade Zhang Huaimin's safety is of paramount importance!"

"Anyone who dares to mess with him, dares to lay a finger on him."

A terrifying killing intent flashed in Lin Zhentian's eyes.

"Even if it's the Heavenly King himself, I, Lin Zhentian, will personally lead my troops to wipe him out!"

Done.

Lin Zhentian lowered his head and looked at Zhang Huaimin in his arms.

The more I look at him, the more I like him; the more I look at him, the more pleasing he seems to me.

"Huaimin, I, Grandpa Lin, have spent my whole life on the battlefield, but I have no children."

"Today, Grandpa Lin wants to take you as his godson. Are you willing?"

These words shocked everyone present.

Chief Lin's godson?!

What does this mean?

This means that from then on, Zhang Huaimin not only had a technical immunity from death in Beijing.

Furthermore, they gained an unbreakable and all-powerful backer!

Who would dare mess with him now? They'd be asking for trouble and want to disturb the Lin family's ancestral graves!

Chen Bing, listening from the side, was deeply moved and wished he could agree on Zhang Huaimin's behalf.

Zhang Huaimin looked at Lin Zhentian's expectant eyes.

A subtle smile played at the corners of his lips.

This opportunity is practically handed to me; why not take advantage of it?

"Hello, Grandpa Lin."

Zhang Huaimin called out crisply and then kissed Lin Zhentian's rough cheek.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Lin Zhentian was taken aback, then burst into a hearty, earth-shattering laugh.

He was so excited he didn't know what to do.

"Good grandson! Good grandson!"

Lin Zhentian laughed so hard that tears almost came out.

He suddenly remembered something and reached into the inside pocket of his military overcoat, rummaging around for a while.

He took out a delicate little wooden box wrapped in red silk.

Open the box.

Inside lies a special commemorative medal, made of pure gold and engraved with five stars and ears of wheat.

This was the First-Class Hero Medal personally awarded to him by the Supreme Leader when the nation was founded!

There are fewer than ten of them in the entire country, representing unparalleled honor and absolute privilege!

Amidst the utter shock and even insane envy of everyone present.

Lin Zhentian took out the medal without hesitation.

He personally and solemnly hung it around Zhang Huaimin's neck.

The gleaming gold medals stood out brilliantly against Zhang Huaimin's blue cotton-padded jacket.

"Keep this sign on. From now on, in the capital, if anyone dares to bully you, just show them this sign!"

Lin Zhentian patted Zhang Huaimin on the shoulder, exuding domineering presence.

"Grandpa Lin will back you up!"

Zhang Huaimin touched the medal on his neck, feeling its heavy weight.

he knows.

From this moment on, those clowns jumping around in the compound, and even those villains in the steel mill, were no longer a threat.

In front of him, it's not even worth a fart.

however.

Just as the atmosphere at the shooting range was filled with laughter and excitement, it was reaching its peak.

The headquarters building of Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill, located several kilometers away.

In a dark and gloomy office.

The thick curtains were drawn tightly shut.

Deputy Factory Director Li's eyes were bloodshot, like a crazed gambler who had lost everything.

With trembling hands, he handed over an architectural blueprint stamped with a top-secret red seal.

It was pushed in front of Ichiro Sato, who was sitting opposite him and wearing gold-rimmed glasses.