Rebirth of Bloody Romance

These days, Zhong Yuemin is really free. In the spacious and bright teacher's office of Yenching University, it used to be bustling with people, teachers were busy preparing lessons, or discussing teaching issues in groups of three or five.

However, at this moment, Zhong Yuemin was the only one left in the huge room.

The sunlight slanting in from the window, like a broken mirror, sprinkled on the wooden floor, as if adding a few lazy and comfortable atmosphere to this already extremely quiet space.

The other teachers had already gone to their respective classrooms to teach, but Zhong Yuemin unceremoniously lifted up his big feet and placed them carelessly on the desk that was piled with books and lesson plans.

Look at Zhong Yuemin's leisurely and contented look. He is just like an old man, leisurely savoring the steaming hot tea in his hand!

Not only that, Zhong Yuemin would hum little songs from time to time. His slightly hoarse but affectionate voice flowed slowly in this quiet office like a gurgling stream: "Sister, you are just like that heartless wild goose. I am a poor brother, wandering alone at the ends of the earth. I can hardly see the long road leading to the depths of the mortal world..."

Just when Zhong Yuemin was completely immersed in his own little world, suddenly, a loud and hearty laugh came from outside the door. This sudden laughter was like a sharp sword, instantly piercing the original leisure in the house.

After hearing the voice, Zhong Yuemin slowly raised his head and looked towards the door. He saw his two elder brothers, Zhou Huaijun and Zhou Huaihai, walking in shoulder to shoulder with steady and powerful steps. Both of them were wearing well-cut and ironed military uniforms, which made them look particularly heroic.

Especially Zhou Huaijun, who was tall and burly, standing there like an iron tower. His broad shoulders carried the heavy responsibility and commitment, and under his thick eyebrows, his deep and sharp eyes were like a falcon, revealing an innate military fortitude. At this moment, his angular face was wearing a slightly teasing smile, which made people feel both friendly and majestic.

Following Zhou Huaijun in the door was Zhou Huaihai. Compared to Zhou Huaijun's mighty momentum, Zhou Huaihai looked much more gentle. He also had an upright posture, but his temperament was more restrained and gentle. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, with a gentle smile, but even so, it was still difficult to completely cover up the envy in his eyes.

When Zhong Yuemin saw the two people, he quickly retracted his two feet that were resting on the desk. Then, his handsome but slightly weathered face immediately showed his iconic smile.

"Oh! Big Brother, Second Brother, what's wrong with you two today? Could it be that a sudden gust of wind blew you two great gods here? Hehe... I am just a small and shabby room, how can I accommodate such noble Buddhas like you two? Besides, I am just an ordinary teacher, who knows how to deal with those students all day long. Compared with you two majestic leaders, there is a world of difference!"

As Zhong Yuemin spoke, he shook his head exaggeratedly, as if he felt very sorry for the gap between himself and them.

Zhou Huaijun couldn't help but burst into laughter after hearing this. He reached out and patted Zhong Yuemin on the shoulder, teasing, "Yuemin, you are such a talker! Who among us doesn't know each other? We are not big leaders at all. We just run errands and do odd jobs for the higher-ups!"

Zhou Huaihai at the side also laughed out loud, and he echoed, "Brother is right, Yuemin, please stop being so frivolous! I came to you this time because I really have something to talk to you about. Let's go, let's find a quiet place."

Zhong Yuemin looked around and realized that the teacher's office was indeed not a good place to discuss serious matters. A colleague might push the door open at any time and interrupt their conversation.

So, Zhong Yuemin stood up, dusted himself off, and smiled at the two people. "Look at my memory. Let's go to the next meeting room to talk. It's quiet there."

The three of them then moved to the spacious and bright conference room next door. There was a rectangular conference table and several comfortable chairs in the room. There were several inspirational calligraphy works hanging on the wall, which looked both solemn and elegant.

As soon as he sat down, Zhou Huaihai couldn't wait to take out a thick stack of envelopes from a briefcase. There was a conspicuous stamp on the seal of the envelopes. The envelopes were bulging, as if they contained a lot of things.

"Yuemin, this is your royalties." Zhou Huaihai's tone was somewhat proud, as if he was showing off his achievements to Zhong Yuemin.

Zhong Yuemin took the envelope, weighed it, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Wow! That's quite a lot!" He said as he opened the envelope, and saw a stack of brand new US dollar bills inside, shining attractively in the sun.

Zhong Yuemin took a look, raised his eyebrows, and smiled. "Hey! Second brother, it's US dollars. How much is it?"

Zhou Huaihai smiled from ear to ear when he saw this. "Not much, not much, just 3000 US dollars. Your paper is quite valuable. It was published in an international journal and has a great influence. How is it? Is it good enough, second brother?"

There was a hint of pride and complacency in Zhou Huaihai's words, as if he had earned the 3000 US dollars for Zhong Yuemin with his own hands.

Zhong Yuemin smiled lightly, and the 3000 US dollars seemed like insignificant pieces of paper in his hand. He casually stuffed them back into the envelope and gently pushed it in front of Zhou Huaijun and Zhou Huaihai.

"Big brother, second brother, you know that I don't care much about money. Why don't you two keep this little money as a token of my appreciation."

Zhou Huaijun frowned when he heard this, and his tone was a little unhappy. "Yuemin, who do you think we are? How can we take your money?"

Zhou Huaihai also quickly agreed. "Yuemin, this is for you. It's the reward you deserve. Don't be polite to us."

Seeing this, Zhong Yuemin smiled, with a hint of teasing in his tone. "Brother, second brother, I don't lack this little bit. You two can keep it as private money, so that you won't be unable to take out even pocket money when your sisters-in-law ask about it in the future."

Zhou Huaijun couldn't help laughing when he heard it. He reached out and gently patted Zhong Yuemin on the shoulder: "Go to hell, why didn't you have plastic surgery? Why are you joking like this?"

Zhou Huaihai couldn't help laughing. "Yuemin, put it away quickly. I have something to ask you."

"Okay, big brother and second brother, I'll accept it first. But if you need my help with anything, just let me know. I will definitely help if I can, and I will find a way to help if I can't." Zhong Yuemin started talking as soon as he opened his mouth.

"You can take a good look at this article. We plan to publish it in the latest issue of the magazine." Zhou Huaijun completely ignored what Zhong Yuemin said. He reached out and took a thick stack of documents from Zhou Huaihai and handed it to Zhong Yuemin without saying a word.

Zhong Yuemin took the pile of documents with a suspicious look on his face, flipped through them and started browsing.

At first glance, this article seems to be simply introducing readers to a Minuteman 3 intercontinental missile from the United States.

However, when he calmed down and read it word by word, something unexpected happened - the series of data cited in the article was exactly the same as the Dongfeng-3 intercontinental ballistic missile independently developed by our country!

Not only that, the author also seriously carried out a comprehensive and detailed analysis and evaluation of this so-called "American missile".

Zhong Yuemin couldn't help but raise his head, his eyes quickly swept over the two brothers-in-law in front of him, and thought to himself: Hey my, these two guys are really cunning, they actually came up with such a "grafting" trick quietly.

However, with his many years of life experience and keen insight, he naturally knew that behind this seemingly absurd behavior, there must be some unknown and far-reaching factors hidden.

At this time, most people knew very little about the data of the Minuteman 3 missile in the s, but Zhong Yuemin knew it very well.

This was all thanks to his experience in his previous life, when he had browsed relevant information on the Internet, so this information had already been deeply imprinted in his mind.

At this moment, facing the scene in front of him trying to test him with the data of the Minuteman 3 missile, Zhong Yuemin secretly laughed in his heart: "You want to fool me with this? That really underestimates me. At least find an American missile model that I don't know! Even if you make up one at random, it will be fine!"

However, despite thinking so in his heart, Zhong Yuemin also understood that his two brothers-in-law must have their own unknown reasons and considerations for doing this.

Perhaps there is some important plan or confidential mission hidden in it, but it is not convenient to reveal it to him for the time being.

Zhong Yuemin gently flipped through the article about the new missile. His eyes were focused and sharp, as if he wanted to see through the words to see the powerful force behind this weapon.

Zhou Huaijun asked, "Yuemin, did you see anything?"

"Hmm... From the data above, the performance of this missile is indeed quite superior! It actually uses solid fuel as its power source, so it can be launched immediately without too much tedious preparation. Such excellent characteristics will greatly enhance its penetration capability, making it difficult for the enemy to defend against it."

Then, Zhong Yuemin's eyes continued to move downwards, with a hint of appreciation on his face. "Also, look at what is said here, its mobility advantage is simply too obvious! It can quickly and efficiently carry out high-speed maneuvers in different areas, and flexibly change the launch position. Wow, this is really an amazing innovative design!"

When reading about the MIRV technology, Zhong Yuemin paused for a moment, then gave a seemingly professional evaluation. "However, although the threshold for this MIRV technology is quite high, since the Americans have successfully developed it, it doesn't seem to be anything special."

However, when he made this statement, Zhong Yuemin was actually secretly complaining in his heart: Oh my god, I am just talking nonsense! Who doesn't know that the MIRV technology was mastered by the United States as early as the mid-70s?

For many other countries in the world, this technology is indeed very advanced! It's just that I am embarrassed to comment on it here.

Thinking of this, Zhong Yuemin couldn't help but shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly to himself.

Of course, this does not include China, because since the 80s, my country has successfully mastered and applied the advanced technology of launching three or even multiple satellites on one rocket.

You know, launching multiple satellites with one rocket is not as easy as simply sending several satellites into space at the same time. The difficulty lies in the fact that these satellites need to enter different orbits.

The achievement of this goal depends on the precise and flexible control of the rocket's flight trajectory, so as to achieve trajectory change operations. Because of this, this technology makes missiles more difficult to capture and intercept.

Therefore, for our country, the MIRV technology is not a difficult-to-break technical bottleneck at all.

Zhou Huaijun nodded, his brows furrowed, obviously feeling quite conflicted.

Then he slowly asked, "As far as we know, the Americans have decided to sell this missile to Saudi Arabia. Yuemin, do you think there is a high chance that this deal will be successful?"

Zhong Yuemin pondered for a moment, then replied. "From a technical and political perspective, there should be no problem with this deal. If the Americans really decide to sell it, they will definitely consider the range and strike capability of the missile. For example, if the range is extended to more than 400 kilometers, it can hit Khomeini Port; if the range is extended to more than 800 kilometers, it can cover Abbas Port. Such strategic deterrence is undoubtedly very attractive to Middle Eastern countries like Saudi Arabia."

At this point, Zhong Yuemin couldn't help but reveal a playful smile. "If I were an American, I would definitely sell double, to Saudi Arabia and its opponents. Let them fight each other, and then buy again after the fight, to see who has more money. In this way, I can make double the money, and count the money until my hands cramp!"

Zhou Huaijun and Zhou Huaihai listened to Zhong Yuemin's words with complicated expressions on their faces. They were infected by Zhong Yuemin's humor, but also knew the sensitivity and importance of this topic.

"Yuemin, your analysis is quite interesting." Zhou Huaijun said with a wry smile. "But the problem is that this is not just a matter of money. The export of missiles involves complex considerations of national security and geopolitics."

"Yes, Yuemin." Zhou Huaihai also took over the conversation. "We are asking you, from a technical and strategic point of view, is it feasible for the Americans to do this?"

Zhong Yuemin looked at them and already understood the real purpose of the two brothers-in-law's visit. They were testing him to see if he could give some advice or opinions on this issue.

Zhong Yuemin smiled bitterly in his heart, thinking: Damn! This is too much of a compliment to me.