Chapter 295: Chapter 233: Preparing for a Rainy Day
He then dialed the number for Lin Hao, the supervisor of the Celestial Craft Maintenance Department.
This big shot among the A Level Students had taken quite good care of him in the past.
Besides, the maintenance department was his home base, his "family," so to speak.
When you’re in trouble, you go to your family for help. That made perfect sense.
"Senior Brother Lin, you busy?"
The call connected, and Han Feng’s tone was familiar.
The background was noisy, filled with what sounded like the roar of massive machinery and the crashing of ocean waves.
"Han Feng?"
Lin Hao’s voice sounded a bit weary, but it was still powerful. "Well, if it isn’t you, kid. You’re a rare sight."
"I heard you just took over the ’Shadow’ project and gave Wu Zhen and his old cronies a hell of a time."
"The news even reached me out here."
Han Feng chuckled. "Good news never leaves the house, but bad news travels a thousand miles."
"Senior Brother, don’t make fun of me."
"My hand was forced."
"Good job."
Lin Hao said loudly, "Those old academics, they’re always looking down their noses at everyone. It’s about time someone put them in their place."
"So, what’s up? Did you run into some trouble?"
"You know me best, Senior Brother."
Han Feng didn’t beat around the bush. "I’m short-staffed over here."
"If Wu Zhen’s group decides to walk out, I’ll need people to fill in."
"Do you have any available experts on your end, Senior Brother? Lend me a few to keep things afloat."
"Lend you people?"
Lin Hao paused. "I’m on a deep-sea drilling platform right now, in charge of maintaining the mining equipment for a new type of Energy vein."
"The environment here is harsh, and the equipment breaks down daily. All my core personnel are basically here putting out fires. I really can’t spare anyone at the moment."
Han Feng’s heart sank.
’Even Lin Hao is tied up. It seems East Sea City has really been making some big moves lately.’
"However..."
Lin Hao’s tone shifted. "There is one person who just became free."
"And I think he’d be a perfect fit for your project."
"Who?"
"Wei Chen!"
Lin Hao threw out a name. "You know, that bookworm who went with you on the Secret Realm trial."
"He just finished organizing the ruin Runes he brought back and submitted his report."
"He’s on leave right now."
Han Feng’s eyes lit up.
’Wei Chen!’
’That guy with an obsessive passion for ancient Runes.’
The "Shadow" fighter jet required many High Tier Rune Arrays, and even Spiritual Energy Circuits that mimicked ancient Flying Swords.
In this area, Wei Chen was an absolute top-tier expert, even more reliable than Wu Zhen and his people.
This was because Wei Chen’s way of thinking was wilder, less constrained by the rigid doctrines of modern Spiritual Energy Engineering.
"Where is he? Can you get him to come over?"
"He’s in seclusion at the school."
Lin Hao said, "I’ll send him a message right now."
"I’ll tell him not to accept any other assignments for the next couple of days and to wait specifically for you."
"Knowing that kid’s personality, when he hears he can get his hands on a prototype like the ’Shadow,’ he’ll probably be too excited to sleep for three days."
"Thanks, Senior Brother!"
"Don’t mention it."
"I also hope you can build that plane."
Lin Hao’s voice grew more serious. "The monsters on this side of the deep sea are getting more and more restless."
"We need stronger weapons."
"Don’t worry, I’ll definitely finish it as soon as possible."
Hanging up, Han Feng took a deep breath.
The staffing problem was more than half-solved.
Lin Xue would handle coordination and external affairs, while Wei Chen would take on the core Rune challenges.
But it still wasn’t enough.
A fighter jet wasn’t just about Runes and a fuselage; it also had a heart—the engine.
The engine designed by Wu Zhen’s team was usable, but its efficiency was too low. It couldn’t possibly satisfy Han Feng’s insane Cultivation needs.
He needed a stronger, more volatile power source.
Han Feng put away his communicator and turned toward the elevator.
Destination: Celestial Craft Maintenance Department, Mechanical Repair Building.
「Celestial Craft Maintenance Department, Lab Three.」
A half-human-sized turbofan engine hung suspended in mid-air by a massive mechanical arm, humming loudly.
The acrid smell of machine oil mixed with the scent of ozone from a Spiritual Power overload, a combination that made one’s head spin.
Zhao Yu, dressed in oil-stained blue work overalls, was staring intently at a bright red warning curve on the console, his eyes practically bulging out of his head.
"Wrong! Still wrong!"
He slammed a fist on the console with a loud CLANG, frustratedly running a hand through his messy hair.
’Once the Spiritual Power compression ratio exceeds 3.2, the heat-dissipation Runes are guaranteed to overload! Dammit, where the hell is the problem?’
The few apprentices standing nearby were silent as cicadas in winter, not daring to even breathe too loudly.
"Senior Brother Zhao, still grinding away in broad daylight? Aren’t you afraid of dying from overwork?"
A lazy, teasing voice came from the doorway.
Zhao Yu lifted his bloodshot eyes and saw Han Feng leaning against the doorframe, looking as relaxed as if he’d just woken up.
"You kid..."
Half of Zhao Yu’s anger instantly vanished, replaced by sheer astonishment.
"Did the sun rise in the west today?"
"Don’t you only come here at night to tinker around?"
"What, got an itch to work during the day now?"
Zhao Yu had long since gotten used to Han Feng coming to the lab every night to "practice" with scrap materials.
But he had never seen Han Feng show up during the day.
"Came to see how your engine project is progressing, Senior Brother."
Han Feng strolled in, his gaze sweeping across the lab before landing on the roaring engine, the corner of his mouth curling up.
"Don’t even ask!"
Zhao Yu flopped into a chair, pointing at the engine with a look of utter dejection.
"The theoretical data is flawless, but the actual tests are garbage!"
"If I can’t solve the heat dissipation, I can’t increase the thrust!"
"If this keeps up, I’m going to completely lose face at the end-of-month review."
Han Feng didn’t say anything, just watched quietly.
In his vision, the entire world faded of its color, transforming into a combination of black and white lines and flowing streams of Energy.
The engine’s internal structure was laid bare before him.
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