Military industrial enterprises have always involved large investments, large outputs, and large profits. The "Canglong" project, personally overseen by Vice President Shen Songling, was a new type of future main battle aircraft. If successful, the dividends it brought could easily sustain the corporation luxuriously for at least twenty years, and even have surplus energy to continue developing the next generation of main combat aircraft. This achievement would be enough to heavily mark his personal legacy in the history of the company, hence moving up further was not an impossibility.

But should it fail, the vast economic loss incurred, not to mention the huge impact it would have on Shen Songling's internal status within the corporation, would very likely lead him to resign due to guilt, or take an early retirement, since someone had to be responsible.

After struggling hard for most of his life, he might become an insurmountable obstacle for a lifetime.

Yet, Old Shen felt he might still strive for another 20 years.

Currently, the "Canglong" project was in trouble due to the crash of the second prototype, and the best way to break this situation was the young man currently washing dishes in the kitchen. Industrial grade metal elemental psychic power was truly a blessing for all industrial enterprises, but his Chen Family Gate background posed an even greater risk to the Northern Weapons Industry Group.

The "Canglong" project leaked, and even more technological secrets were obtained by the biggest local competitor, resulting in a potentially fatal blow to the Northern Weapons Industry Group. No one could bear this responsibility, not even Shen Songling, although his daughter and those seniors were scrambling lately. Still, the corporate higher-ups wouldn't budge, as it was a matter of corporate life and death; no one dared take that risk.

As for break-ins at Old Shen's home, a thoroughly exhausted Shen Songling had long been unable to cope.

Seeing her father's helpless expression, Shen Fei asked, "Isn't there any other way?"

"The decision isn't solely up to me."

Shen Songling sighed and shook his head.

Even if the top authority spoke, it wouldn't work.

Despite having given hope, then cruelly snatching it away, the project team's experts might all hate him, yet what could Shen Songling do?

This was a collective decision by the corporate higher-ups; even the king of heaven couldn't change their mind.

"We might as well outsource the 'Canglong'!"

Shen Fei thought of a circumventive idea.

In that case, Chen Fei might be able to help.

"Naive. This is a national asset, how could we easily hand it over to others? I would rather it rot in our own hands,"

Shen Songling scoffed at such an idea.

The "Canglong" project, once in someone else's hands, meant handing over the major benefits and even breaking away to act independently wasn't out of the question. If such a thing happened, all the efforts the Northern Weapons Industry Group had put in beforehand would become a laughing stock, mocked by the industry for at least a hundred years.

The father and daughter faced each other, obviously out of options.

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The kitchen was quickly tidied up, restoring everything to its original state.

Mother Shen poured Chen Fei a cup of hot tea and said with a smile, "Little Chen, why don't you stay here tonight?"

"No, it's not necessary; I can stay in the car."

Staying at someone's home on his first visit, Chen Fei was really not used to it.

"Sleeping in the car isn't as comfortable as in a bedroom. We have guest rooms, both on the first and second floors. Did you bring a change of clothes? Xiao Fei, take Little Chen to see the guest rooms, choose one and then move an AC blanket there."

Mother Shen, displaying her authority as the head of the Shen family, defiantly arranged it for Chen Fei.

"Come on, let's check out the guest rooms."

Shen Fei, without asking, pulled Chen Fei to see the guest rooms in the villa.

With two and a half floors plus a basement, the house had more than enough room. It was normally equipped with two guest rooms, but another could be made available immediately with some tidying. If that still wasn't enough, the semi-high attic was also livable. As there were no partitions, it actually offered more room. No matter which room, all were equipped with underfloor heating, maintaining temperatures well above 25 degrees Celsius, so there was no worry of catching cold.

What more could Shen Songling say?

Congratulations young man on the successful break-in?

Damn …

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The next morning, after a simple breakfast, Chen Fei bid farewell to the Shen family of three, preparing to visit his younger sister at Northern Industrial University.

Shen Fei had to accompany her father to work, so she couldn't continue with Chen Fei. A large and a small vehicle left the Shen's villa one after another.

The Mobile Base Vehicle had barely left the economic zone when it was blocked by several vehicles, with at least a dozen people present.

"Chen Fei, get out of the car for a chat!"

The people blocking the road were clearly targeting Chen Fei, one of them even holding a megaphone and shouting at full volume.

People at the roadside were also making hand signs, pointing towards the large empty area beside the national highway.

The Mobile Base Vehicle was also equipped with a powerful megaphone. Chen Fei picked up the corded mic and calmly asked, "Want to fight?"

The volume completely overwhelmed the opponent's handheld loudspeaker, making it even more imposing.

The group blocking the path looked at each other, and the one holding the loudspeaker loudly said, "We're being reasonable." Enjoy new tales from My Virtual Library Empire

In fact, these people had tried to find Chen Fei once before, but they were stopped at the gate of Airport 310 by guards. They didn't have access to the military zone, so they could only stare helplessly and were soon driven away by the uneasy guards. Loitering at the entrance of a military zone was asking for trouble—tea without leaves; perhaps they'd prefer the dregs?

In the following days, the mobile base vehicle stayed near the administrative center, coinciding with big leaders continuously meeting there (discussing Chen Fei himself), and these youngsters did not dare to act rashly. That was until this massive vehicle brazenly drove into the executive district of the corporation, particularly as Chen Xiao'er spent the night in a villa there, which was like a stab in the heart for some people, and it hurt like hell.

No sooner had the mobile base vehicle left the district than the pals, knowing the roads well, floored the accelerator and took shortcuts, eventually managing to intercept him.

Chen Fei turned the steering wheel, and the mobile base vehicle drove off the national highway. There were cameras on the vehicle; if the others dared to make a move, he dared to play dead.

After all, this was their homeland, not a lawless land. If those people dared to use their power to bully others, it would be a fair fight, man to man. The Chen Family Gate's big uncle would teach them how to be good people.

The mobile base vehicle came to a stop, and just as Chen Fei got out, he was blocked by a young man with a spiky haircut.

"You're Chen Fei, how do you know Xiao Fei?"

Chen Fei spread his arms, shrugged his shoulders, and said with an air of nonchalance, "Of course, it happened in the wilds, just a lone man and a lone woman, that's how we met."@@novelbin@@

A chubby young man with lots of acne rushed over, swung a fist at Chen Fei, and threatened, "Let me tell you, the sisters of Northern Weapons aren't for the likes of you, a toad, to touch, especially Sister Fei."

"Little Ge, calm down, gentlemen use their words, not their fists. Let's be reasonable."

Another young man Chen Fei had once seen at the gate of the Northern Weapons Industry Group administration center quickly held back the emotionally charged chubby lad.

He seemed to be named Nangong Ruiyang, a senior engineer and assistant general manager for the "Canglong" project, Nangong Chengyu's son.

It seemed these people really didn't intend to use force to teach Chen Fei a lesson.

However, Chen Xiao'er carelessly said, "Sorry, but I'm skilled in taking action, not talking, and in earning respect through virtue."

Whether as a pilot of the "Genuine Fragrance" Combat Flight Squadron, a maintenance technician in the engineering group, or now a member of Team 04 of the Bear Hunting Special Operations Division, he was indeed responsible for physical work.

"You brat, you dare be so arrogant?"

The acne-faced chubby youth, like a gunpowder keg, yelled loudly and wanted to rush forward and fight. Judging by his age, it seemed like a sequelae stage of his rebellious phase, the kind to act impulsively without regard for anything, the most lawless moment.

He didn't manage to get close to Chen Fei but was firmly held back by his pals; starting a fight would change the nature of the incident.

"What exactly are you saying, young man?"

Chen Fei looked at him with a smile, while behind him, the top of the mobile base vehicle raised a railgun, the barrel slowly moving, aimed directly at the group wanting to reason with Chen Fei.

"The cannon, it's a railgun!"

Nangong Ruiyang identified the object rising from the mobile base vehicle immediately and immediately stuttered at the realization.

He at once understood why the other party could enter Airport 310—because this was a military combat vehicle.

Could this Chen be a military man? If so, that complicates things.

To the military-industrial complex, the military was like a real benefactor, the main financier, and even with ten times the courage, they wouldn't dare lift a hand against them.

"Is it true? How could such a thing exist?"

Nangong Ruiyang's gathered pals became slightly panicked, a substance was clearly spinning at high speed deep within the railgun, ready to fire at any moment.

"152mm calibre high-explosive fragmentation shells, absolute lethal radius of 30 meters, shrapnel lethality within 100 meters, want to give it a try?"

The sunny smile on Chen Fei's face resembled that of a sinister grin.

A hundred-meter shrapnel radius was equivalent to five standard football fields; not even the world's sprint champions could escape.

This was Chen Xiao'er's trump card, mutual annihilation.

Up close, not just him, a Grade B Metal Ability User, but even Grade A's would be done for.

Nangong Ruiyang said frantically, "Madman, have you lost your mind?"

The recently fierce chubby lad was now pale; others might fight using knives and sticks, but using a railgun was unheard of. Was this really appropriate?

"Heh, want to test how crazy I can be? Once I go crazy, even I'm scared of myself."

These pampered sheltered youths could never match him, a man-eater flower seasoned in battle and bloodshed. Even Old Shen was a thousand times tougher than they were.

Still want to talk reason?

First, ask if my railgun agrees!

Regarding the ownership of his girlfriend, Chen Fei would never agree to any terms; it was non-negotiable, and if you refused to comply, it was time to fight.

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