Son? Is it really our son?

Chapter 29 Son? Is it really our son?

"I simply don't have any free time!"

Fortunately, the only technology missing from the Type 99A main battle tank is millimeter-wave radar.

So he immediately opened the technology list in the system and selected millimeter-wave radar technology.

[Do you wish to spend 500 points to learn millimeter-wave radar technology?]

"yes!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Zu felt a wave of dizziness.

After the dizziness subsided, he clearly felt that his mind had gained a lot more technical knowledge about millimeter-wave radar.

"Phew, finally done!"

At that moment, the dormitory door was gently pushed open.

Wu Zu quickly shut down the system, turned around and saw that it was his grandfather who had arrived.

The old man seemed to be in a bad mood, so Wu Zu quickly stood up and asked, "Grandpa, what's wrong? Who made you angry?"

Wu Shuanzhu, furious, puffed out his beard and glared, "It's all because of your parents! They were supposed to come see you in a few days, but they just called to say something came up and they can't make it. I was hoping to surprise you!"

Hearing this, Wu Zu smiled and said, "It's alright. We haven't seen each other for two years anyway, so a little longer won't make a difference. Let's talk about it after they're done with their work."

At the gate of the Jiangnan Arsenal, a bustling scene unfolds.

The security guards were so busy that beads of sweat were dripping from their foreheads, and the registration books in their hands were flipping through them with a "swish" sound.

Outside the factory gate, the queue for registration stretched as far as the eye could see, like a winding dragon.

"Name? Organization? Do you have your identification?"

A security guard wearing reading glasses asked a question while quickly jotting down notes on a piece of paper with a pen.

"Chen Zhiqiang, Southwest Radar Research Institute, this is my work ID."

"Liu Chao, Northern Military Industry Technology Department, your credentials are here."

Inside the team, experts from all over the country whispered among themselves, each with a look of anticipation on their face.

At the very end of the line, a military green jeep slowly came to a stop, the door opened, and a man and a woman got out.

The man stood tall and straight, dressed in a neat military uniform, his eyes revealing a calm and composed demeanor.

The woman wore black-rimmed glasses and had a gentle demeanor, yet her eyes revealed the keen insight unique to researchers.

These two people are Wu Guodong and Liu Xuelan.

"Wow, so many people?"

Wu Guodong frowned slightly, his gaze sweeping over the long queue in front of him.

"It seems this technical seminar is no small matter."

Liu Xuelan pushed up her glasses, looking equally surprised.

"Didn't our research institute director say this lecture was a last-minute arrangement? Why are so many experts here?"

Just as he was wondering, Wu Guodong suddenly spotted some familiar faces in the group and quickly went up to greet them: "Old Wang? Old Zhao? You guys are here too?"

The people who were called turned around, their faces immediately showing surprise and delight.

"Oh dear, Professor Wu! Professor Liu! You received the notification too?"

Wu Guodong nodded, then lowered his voice and asked, "Who's going to give this lecture? Why is the secrecy so tight? Not a single name has been leaked. I heard we'll have to sign a confidentiality agreement later!"

"I don't know either, the higher-ups are keeping it very secret. But I've heard that this technology can significantly improve detection accuracy and enhance anti-jamming capabilities. If we equip ourselves with it, our tanks will be much better than the US's M1!"

After a brief chat, Wu Guodong leaned closer to Liu Xuelan and whispered, "The dean said we can go home early after the lecture. We can take this opportunity to go home and see Azu. I really hope the lecture can end soon."

When her son was mentioned, a gentle smile immediately appeared on Liu Xuelan's face.

"Yes, it's been so long since I've seen him. I wonder if he's been eating properly."

Meanwhile, Wu Zuzheng was fast asleep.

He worked until 3 a.m. last night and finally completed the sensor array for the digital fire control system. He is now sound asleep.

"Knock knock knock!"

A series of urgent knocks suddenly sounded on the door.

Wu Zu frowned slightly, groggily turned over, and mumbled, "Who is it?!"

"Azu! It's me, Leifu!"

The voice of Lei Fu, the director of the arsenal, came from outside the door.

Wu Zu rubbed his eyes, slowly got up, and shuffled to the door in his slippers.

As soon as the door opened, Lei Fu and several technicians rushed in.

"Ah Zu, is the sensor array ready yet?"

Lei Fu asked with an expectant look on his face.

Wu Zu yawned and pointed to the pile of precision components on the table: "Look, they're over there. They're all tested. You can just take them and install them."

Lei Fu and several technicians immediately surrounded them, carefully picking up the sensors with amazement in their eyes.

"My God! It actually finished!"

One of the technicians was so excited his voice was trembling, "We thought you were just saying it casually!"

Lei Fu couldn't help but exclaim, "Ah Zu, if your technology were widely adopted, the combat power of our Chinese tanks would leave the American M1 far behind!"

Wu Zu yawned again: "More or less."

Lei Fu patted him on the shoulder, then turned to the person beside him and said, "Quickly go and call Professor Yan over, let him come and inspect it himself!"

Not long after, Professor Yan rushed in, panting. His eyes widened instantly when he saw the sensor on the table.

"This—this really was all done by you alone?"

Professor Yan looked incredulous.

Wu Zu nodded: "Yes, it was just finished last night."

Professor Yan's hands trembled with excitement: "Azu, you're simply a genius! With this, our tanks will be at least ten years ahead of the world! Even the US probably doesn't have something this advanced!"

Wu Zu smiled, accepted the food that Lei Fu had sent over, and began to eat.

That's right. The chip used in this sensor was purchased directly from the system; otherwise, we really couldn't have made it ourselves.

However, the price was that all the points were spent.

After a while, Lei Fu checked the time: "Azu, if you feel nervous about the lecture in the auditorium later, we can arrange for someone to accompany you."

Wu Zu waved his hand: "No need, I can manage on my own."

Seeing his calm demeanor, Lei Fu stopped worrying.

After all, he easily dispelled everyone's doubts last time, so there certainly won't be any problems this time either.

Inside the auditorium, time slowly passed. The auditorium was already packed with people, with not only all the seats occupied, but also the aisles and back door crowded with people.

The experts, notebooks in hand, stood attentively, quietly awaiting the start of the lecture.

Wu Guodong and Liu Xuelan arrived late and could only squeeze into a corner next to the back door.

"Who's giving this technical lecture? Why are there so many people here?" Wu Guodong asked in a low voice.

Liu Xuelan shook her head: "I don't know. After all, it's millimeter-level radar technology. I guess it's from some big shot in the military industry."

Just then, the auditorium lights dimmed, and a technician walked onto the stage, cleared his throat, and said, "Distinguished experts, welcome to the Jiangnan Arsenal! Now, let's give a warm round of applause to our speaker today—Wu Zu!"

"Whoosh!"

Immediately, enthusiastic applause resounded throughout the auditorium.

Wu Guodong and Liu Xuelan were taken aback and exchanged a glance.

"Wu Zu?"

"What a coincidence, it's the same name as our son."

"Yes, what a coincidence."

However, when a small figure walked onto the stage from the side door, the two were instantly stunned.

"son?!"

"Is that really our son?"

Wu Guodong stared blankly, his mouth agape, his eyes filled with astonishment.

Although he felt he wasn't a very good father, he still knew his son quite well.

The qualities this child has displayed since childhood are completely unlike those of a top student.

He was good at everything, from teasing cats and dogs to catching fish in the river.

As for academics, I'd be grateful if I could even pass the exams.

He and his wife both work in research institutions, engaging in classified research and development, and simply cannot find the time to take care of their children.

That's why the old man retired early to help take care of the kids.

But who could have predicted that my son would be standing on this stage?