Although the target area was right in front of them, it took Mo Jingchun and his group half an hour to reach it while following the volunteers.
Faced with the huge crowd, unlike Zhou Yaling who was excitedly holding a selfie stick, Li Xuanyu appeared very quiet.
Especially since Zhou Yaling had started live streaming.
"Hey, folks, let’s get so 666s and I’ll show you the cutest shots of my Candy."
"Wait a minute, what am I seeing? So many big shots!"
After saying this, Zhou Yaling lightly tapped her finger to flip the cara.
This got the viewers who were watching the live stream excited.
Not only did they see Candy perched on Mo Jingchun’s shoulders gazing around, but they also saw many company executives.
Knowing that Mo Jingchun was about to communicate with these big shots, Li Xuanyu took Candy down.
Obviously, even the social butterfly Candy was a bit scared faced with so many people.
After being carried down by Li Xuanyu, the little hands still tightly clung to Mo Jingchun’s clothes.
Mo Jingchun chuckled and said, "It’s okay, I’ll hold you."
This scene wasn’t broadcasted by Zhou Yaling’s live stream.
Just joking, she knows when to weigh light and heavy situations.
After sitting down as arranged, Zhou Yaling told the viewers she was pausing the live stream.
Even with full signal, streaming got stuck when there were many people.
And streaming these big shots without permission wasn’t great.
After considering various factors, Zhou Yaling simply turned off the stream.
In the past, the Beautiful Country drew the pie for Xia Country, but now it’s changed.
The pie Xia Country drew will make the Beautiful Country sleepless for a while.
Even before the opening ceremony, Mo Jingchun had already reached several verbal agreents with multiple enterprises.
Even negotiated a few business deals.
No wonder, Candy Technology’s graphene battery is incredibly popular.
It’s not that no one thought about criticizing Candy Technology’s graphene battery.
Soone deliberately spread rumors that Candy Technology’s graphene battery was unsafe and prone to explosion.
Yet in less than an hour, the video got removed, the account banned permanently, and the person was invited for a chat.
Questioning netizens didn’t receive Candy Technology’s clarification, instead, the national team stepped up and published the testing report.
That person didn’t consider that Candy Technology doesn’t own a production factory for graphene batteries dostically, nor has any heard of a proxy factory producing their graphene batteries.
Apart from the military factory, where else could graphene batteries co from?
The sun had risen, and unbeknownst to Mo Jingchun, a red hat appeared on his head, even Candy in his arms was playing with a red hat.
Luckily the sunlight wasn’t too hot, instead it gave a cozy feeling.
At ten o’clock sharp, the cannon sounded, and everyone who had been waiting for a long ti stood up simultaneously.
Seeing that red color, Candy instantly understood.
Every Monday morning, there was also a flag-raising at the kindergarten.
That orderly and unified pace kept everyone quiet.
"Raise the national flag and play the anthem."
Under everyone’s gaze, the national flag rose like the bright red sun.
It’s a familiar process, but experiencing it on-site feels quite different compared to watching it live.
By ten forty, the most thrilling parade for the citizens finally arrived!
"Brother, planes!"
The little guy pointed excitedly as three helicopters approached from afar.
Followed by helicopters forming the number "70."
On the ground, 16 marching squads passed through the plaza one by one.
Of course, the most eye-catching was the last squad.
They held no weapons, yet made the Westerners feel afraid.
A squad of bare-handed robots!
No one would think these robots are truly weaponless.
That’s not naive, but foolish!
Watching the imposing robot squad pass by, Mo Jingchun was quite amazed.
Judging by appearance and movent, they were far more advanced than the batch Qin Yuzhu sent to his company before.
This made Mo Jingchun doubt what Qin Yuzhu said last ti.
Mo Jingchun seriously suspects that not only has the fourth-generation combat robot project comnced, but research is most likely underway.
Following that, various military equipnt rolled by.
So were familiar, but most were brand new.
As everyone listened to the narrator detailing each advanced piece of equipnt.
Over a hundred kiloters away from Jing City at a military airport, a unique fighter jet quietly sat on the runway.
The reverse wings even made people wonder if this plane could really fly.
Assisted by the staff, a pilot donned in a spacesuit entered the cockpit and sat down with their help.
Everything was ready, the canopy closed slowly.
The pilot signaled readiness with a hand gesture, and the personnel around the plane quickly boarded vehicles to leave.
As if the plane ahead was terrifying.
"Tower, No. 1 ready for takeoff!"
"Tower received, permission granted for takeoff."
Inside the cockpit, the pilot decisively pressed a button.
"Autopilot mode activated."
"Engine preheating started..."
From the tower, they watched the No. 1 fighter jet’s engine emit a pale blue fla.
Three seconds later, the blue fla vanished, leaving behind visible heat waves at the tail.
The next mont, the No. 1 fighter jet shot out rapidly.
One second...!
In less than two seconds, the No. 1 fighter jet not only took off but soared into the sky.
"Radar tracking normal."
"Current speed: Mach 3.0."
At this mont, everyone was anxiously waiting for the No. 1 fighter jet to fly over the plaza.
Mach 3 equals three tis the speed of sound.
Approximately 3672 km/h
aning it takes only a minute and a half to travel from the airport to the plaza.
However, this was not the limit speed of the No. 1 jet!
"Radar tracking normal."
"Current speed: Mach 4.1."
At this point, the pilot seated in the No. 1 fighter jet did not operate anything; it was all controlled by artificial intelligence.
Unless an ergency occurs, the pilot would switch to manual mode imdiately,
Otherwise, according to protocols, the pilot’s task was rely to observe.
"Nuwa reminds you, No. 1 will pass over the plaza in ten seconds."
"Nine..."
"Eight..."
At that mont, hearing the host’s narration, almost everyone looked toward the sa direction in the sky.
Where’s the fighter jet?
Did the narrator make a mistake?
As everyone wondered, the next second, they saw a small object quickly passing overhead.
Are you sure it wasn’t a launched missile?
Moreover, it seed even faster than a missile.
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