Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2312 - 2132: Can Tang Qing Fly an Airplane? (Please Subscribe!)

Filled to the brim with contentment.

"Please!"

While riding in the sightseeing vehicle, they reached the testing area and encountered Tang Qing.

At that moment, their eyes fell upon the aircraft that had been buzzing all over the web lately. Even though the promotional video had shown its size, witnessing it up close was a whole different experience.

Just a single term popped into their heads.

---Enormous.

"Way more stunning than in the video!"

"Totally!"

"It's hard to wrap my head around it—a range of more than four hundred kilometers without payload; the engine must pack insane power, especially since it looks way smaller than standard aviation ones."

"Unbelievable!"

"..."

The students were in awe. This machine couldn't be pinned down as a pure helicopter, thanks to its backup power from a turbine that drove it forward.

The alterations were daring indeed.

Over on the side.

The two academicians felt something deeper. It went beyond mere boldness; solid scientific expertise supported it. Without that, finalizing it in a single year would be impossible.

Not a chance.

Power systems.

Avionics setups.

Material choices.

...

Every major challenge had to be tackled; it's far from simply attaching a propeller and soaring up, particularly with its massive bulk that appeared bulky and unrefined.

Yet.

The tech standards were top-notch for sure. It might not rival today's military gear, but it far surpassed building an ordinary civilian chopper.

"How did the practice run go?" one academician inquired.

"Flawless."

"Excellent."

Flawless means excellent.

In this manner.

No worries about any slip-ups tomorrow, and besides, if it weren't flawless, Tang Qing wouldn't risk a live stream, putting himself out there—it signals the tech is fully ready.

...

Not long afterward.

They climbed aboard a white-coated aircraft.

After exploring both exterior and interior, they noticed every aspect was meticulously done; the inside resembled a private jet's luxury more than a helicopter's setup.

Plush seating.

Climate control.

Entertainment screens.

Plush flooring.

...

Upon asking around.

It emerged that this model was the private edition, crafted with private jet-like interiors, complete with sleeping quarters—its huge frame barely accommodated them.

The expansive dimensions.

Brought some downsides.

But offered perks too, such as handling turbulence well; with a reliable power delivery, rides stayed smooth, allowing peaceful rest, much like this setup.

Earlier.

In the video, the craft's steadiness only caused minor waves in a glass of water. But that was theoretical; whether real flights matched remained unseen.

Blueprint specs.

Real-world results.

These two.

Often showed gaps.

...

That afternoon.

Visitors trickled in steadily, and after getting comfortable, they headed straight to the hangar to inspect the aircraft. Because of that, Tang Qing lingered right there.

He skipped the greetings.

Or else.

Running around would be a hassle! Tang Qing's thesis mentor and peers kept busy too, shadowing specialized engineers based on their fields.

After all.

This presented a prime chance to practice.

Prime endeavor.

Can't pass it up.

Moreover.

The team here featured seasoned pros or at minimum master's holders, with plenty holding doctorates; it was a golden opportunity to absorb knowledge.

Put theory into action.

Truth be told.

If not for their own research needs, the academicians would've urged their grad students to stick around and soak it all in for some time.

Indeed.

Academicians.

Top field authorities.

Still.

For grad students, their routines mostly involved lab work, and next to Tang Qing's overseen initiatives, those felt a bit underwhelming.

Since.

True high-security endeavors.

Aren't open to typical grad students; they'd resolved to place their pupils under Tang Qing's guidance for no less than six months in their grad timeline.

"Can we take it up today?" Chai Ren was itching to go.

Beside him.

The rest showed eager gazes too.

"Sure thing."

Tang Qing replied.

Upkeep.

Didn't involve major disassembly, just routine checks and scans with dedicated tools on vital parts, keeping it flight-ready at any moment.

Hearing that.

Chai Ren jumped in without delay.

"Let's board."

Moments later.

A group of over ten squeezed in, heading for the white private model; the others served varied roles with altered layouts, but this one prioritized ease.

Catching sight of it.

Tang Qing grinned.

"Request a one-hour flight clearance, stay under a thousand meters, course eastward..." Such impromptu trips required notifying air control.

"Affirmative."

The tower acknowledged.

Shortly.

Approval came through.

"Cleared for takeoff."

With that.

All nearby items cleared from the aircraft's path.

'Clack, clack, clack!'

The front hangar door lifted gradually, letting a chilly gust rush inside, as a towing vehicle eased the craft outward, despite its self-mobility.

All the same.

Firing up engines would've whipped up fierce winds within.

In short order.

It reached the launch spot.

"You joining us?" Chai Ren spotted Tang Qing heading aboard too.

"Naturally."

After uttering that.

Just as Chai Ren assumed Tang Qing would join them in the main area, Tang Qing veered toward the flight deck, where the door stood ajar and the pilot's chair sat vacant.

Thud!

Tang Qing plopped right in.

Whoa!

Shock rippled through them.

Next.

As they watched him secure the harness and don the headphones, realization hit—Tang Qing intended to pilot it himself.

"Whoa!"

"Impossible? Tang Qing knows how to fly?" A hometown rich kid gaped.

"This..."

Chai Ren looked baffled as well.

"Probably, yeah." Considering Tang Qing designed it, mastering every inch, and given his sharp mind, piloting couldn't be too tough.

"..."

Fine.

A genius through and through!

Once it clicked, the group rose and crowded into the roomy flight deck. Its generous space made sense now.

Nice touch.

At least no one felt squeezed while gathered.

"Tang Qing, for real?" Zheng Lin probed with interest.

At the question.

Tang Qing glanced back, flashing a wide grin, "Absolutely, I'm buckled in; time to demonstrate my flying chops."

"Relax."

"It's rock-solid."

With those words.

His fingers danced over controls and switches, the craft quivered faintly, and via the windows, the outer rotor began whirling visibly.

Spinning quicker.

After a minute.

"We lifting off?" Zhai Zhihua blinked in surprise.

At first.

They'd expected a ten-minute warmup at least, yet it ascended immediately—this... remarkably steady. They noted the launch brought barely any sway.

Merely a touch shakier than an elevator ride.

But.

In helicopter realms, this defied belief, particularly for Pei Yang, who'd ridden countless military and civilian ones, where smoothness went.

Against this beauty, the rest were junk.

Plus.

Outdoors, noise had to be deafening.

Within.

It stayed hushed like a high-end sedan; the insulation wowed him completely.

"Hiss!"

Pei Yang inhaled sharply.

Makes sense.

This craft mimicked private jet vibes because standard chopper jolts would ruin any tea-sipping or napping comfort.

As it happened.

The cabin's ambiance was truly luxurious; solely this noise dampening justified calling it the globe's smoothest helicopter—after trying it, none could argue.