Asked you to write a book, not to confess your criminal record!

Shen Qianqian was about to explain.

Suddenly.

Ring, ring, ring—

On the desk, her cellphone rang.

Caller ID: Unknown.

"Who's calling me at this time?" muttered Shen Qianqian before picking up the phone and answering the call.

"Qianqian, hello, this is Zhao Xiaoli."

From the phone, a familiar voice came through.

"Comrade Zhao Xiaoli, hello, hello," Shen Qianqian hurriedly responded, realizing this was a staffer from the Weapons Research Institute.

Was she calling about the weapon?

"Qianqian, just call me Xiaoli,"

Zhao Xiaoli's voice was gentle, her tone soft and breezy, "The 'modular new-style rifle' you designed is very impressive, so we'd like to discuss with you the detailed information and data about this firearm. Are you available right now?"

"I am,"

Shen Qianqian was delighted that her firearm design had been recognized.

"Qianqian, thank you so much for your cooperation,"

Zhao Xiaoli was very pleasant and polite, "Did you create blueprints when you were designing this firearm?"

"I did,"

explained Qianqian, "But since it's a gun model, it's relatively simple and many parts are unfinished. If you need them, I can send them to you right now."

"Great, I'll add your contact right away."

"Okay."

"Qianqian, the authorities are taking this firearm very seriously. We hope that you will keep the design, data, and other information confidential. In a couple of days, we will arrange for dedicated staff to come to Anling City to connect with you."

Zhao Xiaoli sounded quite solemn.

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Shen Qianqian nodded, "I understand."

"Thank you for your cooperation!"

Zhao Xiaoli said earnestly.

After ending the call, Shen Qianqian immediately accepted Zhao Xiaoli's friend request and sent her the blueprints and other information.

In the live broadcast room.

The host Zhou Nan continued to interact with viewers, drawing lucky participants to give away commemorative models.

In the control room.

Zhao Xiaoli put down the phone, waiting for Shen Qianqian's information.

Ding-dong.

The information arrived.

"Director, Comrade Shen Qianqian has sent the blueprints," Zhao Xiaoli looked up and with an inquiring expression, turned to Sun Cheng, the 'Statistics Office Director'.

"Quick, project it onto the big screen, let's take a look at these blueprints right away!" Sun Cheng said hurriedly.

Zhao Xiaoli could tell that her immediate superior held Shen Qianqian's weapon design in high regard.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Shortly after.

The electronic big screen displayed a 2D model of a rifle blueprint.

It detailed the firearm's various metrics, its individual components, and offered descriptions of innovative designs for crucial parts.

"Upper and lower receivers, handguard, grip, these parts are made of aluminum alloy; the magazine and rapid charger are made of plastic—good, very good! Indeed, it's designed very professionally!" Sun Cheng exclaimed from the heart.

He admired every detail of the 'modular new-style rifle,' heaping praise non-stop.

Then.

Sun Cheng took out his cellphone from his pocket, scrolled through his contacts to find a number, pressed the 'dial' button, and cleared his throat with a light cough.

Beep, beep, beep—

The call connected.

"Old Ming, how's the progress with that 'Firearms Modularization' you're working on?" Sun Cheng asked cheerfully, his tone casual as if chatting about everyday matters.

On the other end of the line.

The person now referred to as 'Old Ming' replied, "Of course, there's progress. I'm telling you, within three years, I'll lead my team to develop a 'modular firearm' that can be put into use—a milestone in the history of firearms!"

"Within three years, might that be a bit long?" Sun Cheng teased with a slight smile.

"I give you five years. If you can, then do it," Old Ming, presumably Sun Cheng's good friend, retorted without hesitation.

"Hahaha!"

Sun Cheng laughed unrestrainedly, his laughter threatening to pierce through the control room's floorboards and drift into the night sky.

"What are you laughing about?" Old Ming felt the laughter to be somewhat grating, as if there was a mocking undertone to it.

"No need for five years, I can show you the results right now!" Sun Cheng said, his face brimming with pride.

"What are you blowing your trumpet about?" Old Ming cut through with a biting remark.

"Just come over to my place; it only takes half an hour, right? In half an hour, you'll see a new world," laughed Sun Cheng.

"Who are you trying to fool?" Old Ming seemed unconvinced.

"If you don't come, you'll regret it for the rest of your life." Sun Cheng left him with that remark and then pressed the 'end call' button.

These words didn't quite fit his status, but they were very effective.

His friend, Old Ming, intrigued by his words, had no choice but to put down what he was doing and head towards the 'Statistics Office.'

In the control room.

Sun Cheng hummed a tune, placing his hands behind his back and pacing leisurely around the room.

Just the emergence of this weapon alone had already outshone all others at this 'National Weapon Innovation Design Competition.'

No, it was beyond the scope of the competition.

Indeed, as Old Ming said, it was 'a milestone in the history of firearms'!

This competition was exceptionally worthwhile!

"Let's take another look at the live broadcast room Xiaoli is managing," Sun Cheng instructed the staff to zoom in on Zhao Xiaoli's live broadcast room.

On the electronic screen, Zhao Xiaoli and Zhou Nan appeared promptly.

Inside the live broadcast room.

Zhou Nan smiled, "Okay, that's the one hundred lucky viewers, congratulations to you all. Next, let's continue with the connection, please welcome contestant number 80."

The live broadcast split into two screens.

On the right screen appeared a handsome young man about twenty-four or twenty-five, wearing a simple white T-shirt, with short clean-cut hair, and a faint smile on his face. However, his eyes held a maturity that seemed beyond his years.