"The preliminary round of the ’National Weapon Innovation Design Competition’ was set for September 7."
During this time,
Lin Chuan had been busy with the rocket launcher.
At the same time, he also helped Shen Qianqian optimize her "modular new-style rifle," making it more professional and practical than before.
"Comrade Lin Chuan, you said you were a firearms research expert, and now I truly believe it."
After the new-style rifle model was made,
Shen Qianqian’s eyes gleamed with admiration as she looked at the rifle; her fair hands couldn’t help but lightly caress it as though it was a piece of art.
—An art piece in wartime.
"A firearms research expert, you could say so." In the steel mill, Lin Chuan smiled faintly and said.
Holding the "rifle model" dearly, Shen Qianqian walked out of the steel mill with Lin Chuan and got into the car.
In the car,
Shen Qianqian turned towards Lin Chuan, her interest piqued, and asked, "Lin Chuan, you think my ’rifle’ could win an award, right?"
Lin Chuan sat in the passenger seat and buckled his seatbelt: "I reckon it could take second place."
"Second?"
Shen Qianqian felt secretly delighted upon hearing this and further asked, "Why not first place?"
"Because my cannon is fierce, you’ve seen it!"
Lin Chuan answered very seriously.
"Your cannon is fierce?"
Shen Qianqian’s brows furrowed, feeling that it sounded odd, "Nice, Lin Chuan, so now you drive too! I must tell Xinxin!"
"I don’t have a driver’s license, I can’t drive!"
Lin Chuan wondered aloud.
"You were just driving!" Shen Qianqian muttered under her breath.
"I was just walking, and you were walking with me." Lin Chuan stated solemnly.
Shen Qianqian was both annoyed and amused by Lin Chuan: "Okay, my thoughts were twisted. Your cannon, uh, your Remote Box-type Rocket Launcher, is indeed fierce!"
"Thanks for the praise, Officer Shen. This time first place is secured." Lin Chuan laughed.
As Shen Qianqian recalled the rocket launcher Lin Chuan had designed, doubts resurfaced in her mind: "Tell me honestly, are you really a web novel writer?"
"You’ve asked that question many times."
Lin Chuan griped.
Shen Qianqian pursed her lips, slightly embarrassed: "You always come up with things that are unimaginable, I can’t help but ask."
"What’s there to worry about? We know each other inside out," Lin Chuan casually said.
"Who knows you inside out?"
Upon hearing this, Shen Qianqian spat in irritation, yet her cheeks flushed, "You’re driving again!"
"Slander! I’m suing you for slander!"
Lin Chuan immediately retorted, "I’m sitting in the passenger seat, it’s you who are holding the wheel, clearly, you’re driving!"
Shen Qianqian burst out laughing in frustration, her face a mix of exasperation, "My driving isn’t about this driving, so which driving is it?"
"Which this and that, I honestly don’t know!" Lin Chuan grinned.
"I really am going to complain to Xinxin!"
Shen Qianqian huffed.
"Officer Shen, it’s clearly your dirty mind; this is not on me!" Lin Chuan said with an innocent face.
Shen Qianqian took deep breaths.
Her chest heaved erratically, her heart in turmoil!
Clearly, he was driving, yet he said he was sitting in the passenger seat, it was me driving!
So frustrating!
"How about we just take a taxi back, that way we won’t have to worry about who’s driving?" Lin Chuan suggested.
Shen Qianqian glared at Lin Chuan and huffed: "No need, I’ll drive!"
The roar of the car echoed outside the steel mill.
Shen Qianqian stepped on the gas pedal.
The car sped away.
Now, both had readied their weapon models, just waiting for the preliminary round to start.
This woman driver was very skilled.
Lin Chuan lounged in the passenger seat, his head leaning towards the window, gazing at the rapidly passing scenery: "I am writing, I’ll publish it after making it to the finals."
"What does writing a novel have to do with making it to the finals?"
Shen Qianqian wondered, then her expression froze, "Your new book’s theme is about weapons, isn’t it?"
Lin Chuan turned to look at Shen Qianqian’s profile and smiled, "Exactly."
He had his plans.
In his forthcoming book, "Arms Tycoon," there was a lot of descriptions and ideas about weapons and equipment. If he published now, and readers use the weapon concepts from his book in the competition, wouldn’t that be giving his ideas away for free?
The feeling of being exploited was genuinely unpleasant!
Lin Chuan planned to wait until he was in the finals and then publish the book. He wanted to leverage the fever of the ’National Weapon Innovation Design Competition’ finals to market his new book "Arms Tycoon."
Fortunately, the task of assessment and Popularity Value (Average Subscription) requirements were being completed together!
Cough, he had beautiful plans.
"You, for the sake of writing novels, really dare to do anything!" Shen Qianqian pursed her lips, saying from the heart.
"Earning a living, just getting by," Lin Chuan laughed.
Capital City, National Weapons Research Institute.
Statistics Office.
’National Weapon Innovation Design Competition’ aimed at arming the populace.
And since it was the first edition, the organizers paid extra attention to the composition of the contestants and their weapon creativity.
The more participants there are, the better the "National Arms Preparation" is proving to be.
"Zhao, have you compiled the data for Han River Province yet?" the head of the Statistics Office asked as he entered the office.
The registration deadline had passed, and the Statistics Office was busily compiling the data.
"Just compiled it!"
The girl addressed as ’Zhao’ promptly responded.
Her name was Zhao Xiaoli, a graduate of Jingdu University of Science and Technology, currently a doctoral candidate, mainly researching ’weapon launch systems.’ She had just started her job, assigned to the Statistics Office.
"Hard work, send it to me immediately," the director instructed.
"Okay."
Zhao Xiaoli quickly nodded, her slender fingers tapping on the keyboard, and then immediately uploaded the data to the head of the Statistics Office.
The director continued, "Trouble you once more, extract the registration data for ’rocket launchers,’ ’firearms,’ ’tanks,’ ’combat aircraft,’ and ’combat vessels’ from the data of various provinces."
"Okay."
Zhao Xiaoli immediately immersed herself in the work of data retrieval.
However, retrieving data wasn’t difficult; in just half an hour, she had completed the task, categorizing them and sent it to the head of the Statistics Office.
"Finally done."
Zhao Xiaoli stretched and yawned audibly.
Now, it was already September.
At five o’clock in the afternoon in Capital City, the slanting sun cast a pale golden light through the partly closed curtains into the office, creating a golden area.
Just off work, a few statisticians were organizing documents while chatting and sharing amusing stories.
"Just now, the director specifically asked us to pull out some of these types of weapons, like ’rocket launchers,’ ’firearms,’ what’s he up to?" one statistician wondered aloud.
"Isn’t that simple?"
An experienced middle-aged woman chuckled, "Plainly speaking, these weapons are the focus areas. Behind closed doors, for instance, that foreign ’HIMARS’ model surpasses us in rocket launchers, and we’re really putting effort into it."
Everyone nodded.
The middle-aged woman smiled again: "This weapon design competition isn’t just about the diversity of weapon types; the identities of the participants are also quite unexpected."
"Indeed!"
One of the statisticians agreed, "I found one here; he’s a late-night food stall owner, and his registration info says the weapon type he designed is an ’unmanned bomber.’"
"I also have a participant here that’s quite unexpected."
"Quick, let’s hear it."
"He’s a ranch owner from Inner Mongolia. In his self-introduction, he mentioned he’s never left Inner Mongolia, yet he registered a design for a ’cruiser’!"
"That’s really impressive!"
"It seems like we really do have many military enthusiasts!"
Zhao Xiaoli also started to laugh, joining in: "I am responsible for the data statistics of Han River Province, and there’s a web novel writer participating."
When the people in the office heard ’web novel writer,’ they became curious.
"This time, we have a late-night food vendor, a ranch owner from Inner Mongolia, students of all school levels, and even a web novel writer, pretty much covering all walks of life!"
"A web novel writer participating, this is definitely a die-hard military enthusiast!"
"I heard that web novel writers have great imaginations; I am a bit curious, what kind of weapon did he design?"
Zhao Xiaoli had a rather deep impression of Lin Chuan.
She had looked again while compiling rocket launcher data: "He designed a remote box-type rocket launcher."
Everyone began to talk all at once about it.
"This rocket launcher sounds quite formidable!"
"Our current main focus is also on the remote box-type rocket launchers."
"Typical of a web novel writer, a big imagination."
Zhao Xiaoli pulled up Lin Chuan’s registration information and nodded, "His imagination is indeed massive. In the weapon’s brief introduction, he mentioned that it could achieve precision strikes within a 600-kilometer range."
"600 kilometers?"
The few statisticians in the office were taken aback.
They were the staff of the ’National Weapons Research Institute - Data Statistics Office,’ and they understood the specifics of various weapons extremely well.
Rocket launchers, 600 kilometers... that’s a bit exaggerated!
To be aware, the High Mobility M142 Self-propelled Rocket Launcher developed by ’Lockheed Martin Corporation,’ also known as the ’HIMARS’ rocket launcher, has a maximum range of 300 kilometers.
A web novel writer aiming to design a ’remote box-type rocket launcher’ directly doubling it to 600 kilometers.
This quite startled the staff at the Statistics Office.
"600 kilometers, that’s a significantly exaggerated figure!"
"I need to pay special attention to this web novel writer!"
"Honestly, no offense intended, I am genuinely eager to see how his remote box-type rocket launcher accomplishes a 600-kilometer precision strike!"
"I’m getting excited too!"
"The preliminary round is coming up soon; Xiaoli, when it’s time for this web novel writer to demonstrate, make sure you inform us!"
Zhao Xiaoli smiled, saying, "You all want to watch the excitement, I’ll definitely notify you then."
A special team was established within the National Weapons Research Institute.
— Specifically responsible for all matters related to the ’National Weapons Innovation Design Competition.’
Zhao Xiaoli was one of the members.
She was responsible for the information statistics of the participants in Han River Province, as well as the preliminary and final assessments, and reporting of weapon data.
It could be said that when Lin Chuan’s ’remote box-type rocket launcher’ was tested to see if it could achieve a 600-kilometer precision strike, she would be among the first to know.
However.
Her specialty was ’weapon launch engineering,’ and she held a 120 percent skepticism toward Lin Chuan’s ’600-kilometer precision strike.’
This strike range was far ahead of anything in the rocket launcher field worldwide!
A bit unrealistic!
"600 kilometers, being able to launch it would already be a success." Zhao Xiaoli chuckled and muttered to herself.

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