A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Chapter 668 Legendary Figures in Action! DDG-4, bring it on! You!

The captain was clearly lying; Lao Duan genuinely didn't know anything about reactors. However, with nuclear submarines, whether the reactor explodes or not makes no difference; even if it explodes in the command compartment, it will ultimately sink.

An unexpected incident interrupted the negotiations between the two sides' senior management.

Thanks to the efforts of our top undercover agent, "Uncle Kim," Bald Eagle reluctantly provided the communication key for the "Thresher Shark" shortwave radio.

They couldn't refuse; the bald eagle navy, knowing how fierce their soldiers were, didn't think their call could dissuade that brave warrior. Anyway, they'd already compromised to this extent, so what difference did a communication code make?

From now on, just stop sending "thresher sharks" to loiter around in China.

Yes, you read that right. The communication code is like a warship's identification code, much like your ID number. Communication systems at that time were far less advanced than they are now. With this code, as soon as the submarine communicates again, we'll immediately know that this elusive creature has come back to our side…

Why don't you just say change the communication code?

Hmm, wishful thinking. Do you think you can change your QQ password an unlimited number of times? It's a complex issue, comrade! Think about how many warships the US has? Some are on the surface, others are underwater. If you want to change it, you have to change them all. Nobody plays with quantum encryption's "one-time keys" anymore; you can't change the encoding rules for every communication!

If they insist on playing it this way, it would be strange if the entire system didn't collapse. They don't have a single "little devil" flapping their wings.

Rather than modifying the entire communication system, the best option is to let this "Thresher Shark" navigate around our territorial waters.

Finally, after hearing the familiar voice on the submarine radio and confirming the relevant information, Lao Duan took a moment to thoroughly examine the submarine's internal facilities. In the end, he brought out their operating manuals from the captain's cabin.

What is the user manual?

Officially, these are highly classified documents, typically only accessible to authorized personnel. These manuals detail the operation of various submarine systems, emergency procedures, maintenance guidelines, and more, making them crucial for ensuring the safe operation and mission execution of the submarine.

What? You're saying that Lao Duan can't understand English and shouldn't have found this kind of thing so easily?

Tsk tsk, who told it to have "TOP SECRET//NOFORN" stamped in red on it? Our chief engineer, Duan, captured plenty of similar documents on the northern battlefield. Getting a document like this basically means someone has a memory etched into their very bones.

Logically speaking, such an important document should not have been brought out by Lao Duan so openly.

But you can't resist our "Uncle Jin's" encouragement...

"Being forced out by a minesweeper is embarrassing enough. Did they really have to add the loss of classified documents to make things worse?"

"But... Sir, the loss of classified documents is a serious matter!"

"No matter how big, can it be as embarrassing as the USS Naval? Or are you trying to use this easily patchable hole to further upset your Secretary of the Navy?"

Uncle Jin's custom-made leather shoes tapped rhythmically on the floor, while Lieutenant General Bill across from him had already gone through three coffee cups—the first two of which shattered upon hearing the word "minesweeper."

"General, think about tomorrow's Washington Post headline?" Uncle Jin slowly made a gesture, as if unfolding a newspaper. "'Chinese Fishermen Bravely Fight Against American Nuclear Submarine'? Or 'The Crowning Ceremony of Depth-Water Bombs'?" He deliberately emphasized the word "fishermen".

"As everyone knows, China doesn't have a navy; they rely on their fishermen..."

"This is still considered good. If the Russians, who have been harassing you all this time, found out about this..."

Lieutenant General Bill's temples throbbed. He recalled the Navy Secretary's roar on the encrypted channel three hours earlier: "Give them your underwear, even if they want it! Just to get rid of those plagues!"

Lieutenant General Bill shook his head vigorously at this thought. Compared to what he was about to send out, a submarine operation manual was really nothing special.

Moreover, the shattered coffee cup in front of him reminded him that the Secretary of the Navy was probably not in a good mood, and to run into trouble at this time must mean he was really upset.

"Right? I don't believe you didn't make backups of paper documents. I'll take them with me when the submarine arrives at port." Uncle Jin casually sipped his coffee, legs crossed, as if the matter at hand had nothing to do with him.

"Also, how long will it take to prepare the things we just discussed and agreed on?" Seeing the lieutenant general across from him start to frown again, Uncle Kim's tone became serious.

“Lieutenant General! I want you to understand one thing: this ‘Business’ was requested by your minister, but it’s costing me my reputation! In other words, since we took on this matter, we’re in the same boat! Lieutenant General, I think your Navy Department doesn’t want this either…”

"Five hours later! Five hours later, the complete set of blueprints and the first ship, which has just been outfitted, will be ready! But you must understand, our weapons and equipment will not be on that outfitting ship! And the corresponding equipment blueprints will not be provided. What we will give to the other side is only the ship's manufacturing data! This is the principle!" The lieutenant general still frowned as he said this.

"Principles my ass! Believe me, if I push a little harder, you might have to hand over even the 'Nautilus' data to fill this hole." Uncle Jin subtly curled his lip.

However, it's not the right time yet. Even if our family members back home have the cutting-edge blueprints, they won't be of any use to us!

"Of course! What are you thinking!" Uncle Jin stood up and exaggeratedly spread his hands towards the lieutenant general: "This is just a tactic to lull the city into a false sense of security! Although I don't know your navy's specific planning proposals, building an aircraft carrier is a certainty. A mere small missile destroyer is not worth our or our backers' attention!"

"Besides, missiles! How long do you think it will take that country on the other side to master these technologies?" Uncle Kim continued his exaggerated speech: "Ten years? Twenty years? Hahahaha... After that time, do you think our aircraft carriers will be covering the entire Pacific Ocean?"

The lieutenant general thought for a moment, a smile creeping onto his previously serious lips. "That makes sense," he thought. "The DDG-4 that was supposed to be handed over to the Chinese was designed for carrier battle groups; taken alone, it's really nothing special!"

“Instead of worrying about the interests of USS.NAvy, let’s discuss the ship-deploying plan!” With that, Uncle Jin pointed to the eagle emblem hanging on the opposite wall.

"Now that things with the federal government are done, it's time to think about myself... Such important matters will naturally be taken care of by those above! You have no idea how crazy the domestic electronics market is right now..."

"If we rephrase the pots made in that other country, we're sure they'll sweep the entire market!"

The lieutenant general's mind had been completely swayed by Uncle Kim, and he hadn't considered how this person had so easily made contact with the important figure on the other side.

"What statement?"

"A pot that can be used in shelters! As long as there is electricity, our citizens can use these pots to stay in shelters for more than ten years! Just think about it, this kind of pot does not need a flue, which reduces the amount of radioactive dust entering! For this reason alone, it would be an insult to this pot if it didn't sell for several thousand dollars!"

"Oh……"

"And this characteristic is something that backward China could never have imagined! It's no wonder we're getting rich!"

"Guess what those rich people who value their lives will do when this slogan gets out?"

Uncle Kim snapped his fingers. The snap seemed to hypnotize the lieutenant general.

"Clap clap clap..."

Noise? No, this is clearly green banknotes beckoning to you!

The lieutenant general pondered for a moment. He had heard about the frenzy of wealthy people in the United States building shelters. Moreover, in order to prepare for the Cold War, the country had indeed increased its investment in military industry, while tightening its belt on civilian life.

The way Manager Kim is talking makes it sound like this business has a lot of potential!

"Tsk! Manager Kim, you're speaking up for them like this just to build a good relationship with them, to avoid being blamed for smuggling?"

"No!" Uncle Jin grinned slyly, pulled out a green banknote, and kissed it.

"I want to get along well with 'President Benjamin'!"

"Hahaha...That makes sense! Let's end this farce and begin to pay our respects to the President!"