Ch7: Brother Mo, do me a favor—get me home fast. I need to file a patent!
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Wu Wen POV
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Mo Ronghai, 58, married with a son and a daughter.
Company: Mo's Light Industry Group.
A leading enterprise in Lu'an Ling's energy-saving lamp industry, with assets totaling 5.6 billion.
My son: Mo Yichen.
My daughter: Mo Weiming.
Mo Yichen, 29 years old, unmarried.
Company: Tailong Foreign Trade Co., Ltd., primarily dealing in daily necessities.
I glanced over the report, set it aside, and picked up the next one.
Ji Yuan Ting, married, with only one child.
Liaoyuan Yuanlong Machinery Factory—former deputy director. Currently serving as the director of the technical department at Hangchen Hangyao Machinery Equipment Manufacturing Plant, a military agent processing enterprise.
My son: Ben Yuan.
Ben Yuan: Graduated from Guangming Institute of Technology, Department of Mechanical Engineering.
Academic evaluation: Excellent.
After being repeatedly recommended by the director of the School of Mechanical Engineering and urged to pursue postgraduate studies, he instead returned to Mingzhou City to start a mechanical repair business specializing in professional aircraft models.
"Hmm… so that's how it is." I nodded to myself. His father was involved in machinery, even serving as a deputy director. That means he grew up surrounded by this field. Given his major and professional evaluations, it's no surprise he developed new drone technology.
Now that I had confirmed the details, I tossed the documents into the shredder. Then, without hesitation, I put on my uniform and headed toward the conference room.
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Ben Yuan POV
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I sat calmly, glancing at the portraits of past heroes hanging on the wall with interest. By the third time I looked them over, the door finally opened.
"Sorry to keep you both waiting," Wu Wen entered, taking the main seat. "I called you here mainly for one issue, Comrade Ben Yuan."
"What? Nothing for me?" Mo Yichen muttered, clearly irritated. "I sat here for over half an hour, and they didn't even bring me tea or water."
Wu Wen coughed, pretending not to hear. "Of course, Comrade Mo Yichen, there's a matter regarding you as well, but it's minor. I just spoke with a superior. They appreciate your active participation in the military-civilian joint program, so for now, the current punishment will remain at oral education—this time only."
After handling Mo Yichen, Wu Wen turned his attention back to me. "Comrade Ben Yuan, to respect intellectual property rights, we haven't dismantled your drone to examine its internal structure. However, I hope you can explain in detail how this drone maintains horizontal and vertical stability during flight and how it automatically corrects deviations."
At this moment, I had a strong hunch about what had happened. I had gone through my explanation several times in my head, preparing for this.
"It's an aeromodel," I said steadily. "I added a mechanical device inside, which I call a stabilizer. It adjusts the aircraft's orientation mid-flight, maintaining balance under various conditions."
Wu Wen nodded. "Alright, bring it in."
A few soldiers entered in an orderly fashion, each holding a different mechanical part.
My stomach dropped. Did they take it apart?
Wu Wen remained composed, as if he had never claimed otherwise. He gestured to one of the soldiers, pointing at a component. "Is this the one?"
It was a chip meant for GPS positioning. I shook my head and was about to clarify when Wu Wen moved on.
"This one?"
"No way," I replied. "That's the engine's oil pressure controller. I'd know that anywhere."
After three wrong guesses, Wu Wen's confidence visibly wavered.
"How can that be? There are only so many major components in a drone. If you want to adjust the fuselage angle, you need either a chip or a microcomputer control. Otherwise, how does it adjust?"
I smirked internally. Even he doesn't fully understand what he's looking at. Without saying a word, I picked up the cross-shaped device that had been completely overlooked.
"This," I stated.
Wu Wen frowned. "That? Isn't that just the drone's fuselage stabilizer? You told me you had a balance stabilizer."
I handed it over. "You'll understand when you hold it yourself."
Wu Wen remained skeptical but followed my lead, raising his hand diagonally with the stabilizer in his grip.
Immediately, he felt it—a force pushing against his movement, tilting in the opposite direction. The other side of the device suddenly felt heavier.
His eyes widened.
He tested it again, leaning forward. The weight shifted backward. When he tilted it to a 45-degree angle, the entire weight distribution changed dynamically.
The soldiers in the room—many of whom worked closely with drones—were just as intrigued. Seeing Wu Wen playing with it like a new toy, one of them, Lou Dafei, couldn't hold back.
"Commander, let me try it!"
Wu Wen straightened up, his expression serious. "Are you off duty?"
"I just changed shifts three minutes ago!"
"You always have an excuse…"
I couldn't help but chuckle.
Wu Wen suddenly turned to me. "Ben Yuan, you seem to enjoy this kind of collective work. Ever thought about joining us?"
"Ah—no, no, no," I quickly waved him off. "I'm too used to my freedom."
I had no interest in enlisting. With my bionic technology system, my future would be far more exciting outside the military. But gaining an honorary title? Now that, I wouldn't mind.
With that settled, the atmosphere lightened. Wu Wen was persistent in conversation, throwing out questions faster than I could dodge. Eventually, I just came clean.
"Wu Commander, the balance stabilizer is my own invention, and I'm preparing to start a company. This will be my first product."
I paused before adding, "If the military is interested, I can offer a discounted price."
Wu Wen hummed thoughtfully. "I can't negotiate that myself. But I can pass this along to a special department for testing. If the results check out, someone will contact you."
I raised an eyebrow. "Do I look like I'd hand over my tech without assurance?"
Catching my expression, Wu Wen sighed. "Do you think we're like corporate vultures? I have no reason to steal your invention."
He continued, "But you should know—military technology always takes priority. If your stabilizer qualifies as military-grade, it won't enter the civilian market until the military decides it can. That's standard everywhere in the world."
I already knew that.
"Alright," I agreed. "I'll leave my contact info. Let me know when there's an update."
After exchanging formalities, I finally left with Mo Yichen, hopping into his car. The moment the door closed, I turned to him.
"Brother Mo, do me a favor—get me home fast. I need to file a patent!"