When the Hurricane fighter jet came on stage, many people came back from surprise and immediately turned their attention to the hangar of future military industry.

In everyone's subconscious, if you have to find a military-industrial enterprise that can compete with the Finmecanica Group on the sixth generation aircraft, there will probably be only the Future People Group, which is famous for its artificial intelligence.

As early as five years ago, the "novel" of the artificial intelligence "novel" of Future Ren Group represents the top product of global artificial intelligence technology. Now, five years have passed, Future Ren 1.0 has updated hundreds of update packages, and artificial intelligence has been updated countless times. However, no company can catch up with the field that Future Ren Technology has already reached five years ago.

Five years later, the three-level division of artificial intelligence proposed by Jiang Chen, chairman of Future Ren Group, has become the mainstream standard for artificial intelligence classification. Now most scientific research institutions around the world have set primary artificial intelligence as the first technical problem to be overcome. The offer of "Xiaobai" source code in the dark web has even been hyped up to a sky-high price of 500 million US dollars, but no hackers can break the defense of Future Ren Technology.

Just as everyone was looking forward to it, a Rurkha sedan came late. Jiang Chen, who walked out of the sedan, finally came to everyone. When he saw everyone looking at him, Jiang Chen was stunned for a moment. A staff member of the Future Military Industry trotted over and whispered a few words next to him.

When he saw the silver-white fighter plane parked on the runway, Jiang Chen's eyes suddenly appeared, and he walked towards the potential customers who were waiting at the door of the Future Army Military Industrial Hangar.

"Sorry, I'm a little late."

After smiling at everyone, Jiang Chen cleared his throat and then spoke.

"First of all, what I want to say is that the future military industry will not be exhibited in a sixth-generation machine. If you want to buy a sixth-generation machine, I recommend going there to ask, although I don't guarantee that they will give a reasonable offer."

Jiang Chen noticed that when he said this, the customers who gathered around him suddenly dissipated most of their interest in the plane parked in the hangar, and even their attitude became much more perfunctory.

It is no wonder that fifth-generation machines cannot beat sixth-generation machines, just like the human brain cannot defeat computers. After all, in the cognition of most people, this is an iron law that cannot be changed.

However, Jiang Chen's next words made everyone stunned.

"But our pilots can make any fifth-generation aircraft have combat power comparable to sixth-generation aircraft."

"Pilot?" A European customer came to his senses, frowned, and asked in confusion, "If I remember correctly... today should be an air show. What does it have to do with pilots? Is the future military industry planning to start a pilot training class?"

The hangar slowly opened, and a robot walked out of the Future Human Military hangar.

The steady pace and the ups and downs of your shoulders are no different from the walking posture of ordinary people. Without the extremely sci-fi look, it would be difficult to associate it with a robot.

When he saw this robot, Chemezov, who was standing on the side of the airport runway, first reaction was the housekeeping robot of Future Human Resources Heavy Industry. The second reaction was that he was shocked and muttered in his heart: "Hold the grass, is this going to be?"

"'Mass Fighter'," ignored the discussion behind him. Jiang Chen pointed to the robot that walked out of the hangar and turned to face the customers gathered nearby. "The first generation of electronic pilots developed by the Future Military Industry can replace conventional pilots to fight, complete maneuverable actions that the pilot itself cannot bear, accurately identify enemy units and carry out strikes... In short, a fifth-generation aircraft plus a 'Mass Fighter' is equivalent to a low-end sixth-generation aircraft."

Holding grass! Electronic pilot?!

Looking at the 1.8 meters tall robot, all the customers or potential customers in the audience were stunned and had not yet come back to their senses from what Jiang Chen said before. Especially the sentence "A fifth-generation aircraft plus a 'mausoleum' is equivalent to a low-end sixth-generation aircraft", which directly knocked them dizzy.

Common sense that had lived for most of their lives told them that this sentence was simply fartful, but this sentence was spoken by the chairman of Future People Group, and even if he was unwilling to believe it, he subconsciously believed it.

"However, it's a low-end sixth-generation aircraft," walked to Jiang Chen, and Matteo said with a smile, "Am I right? In front of a real sixth-generation aircraft, it is still vulnerable."

As early as when the "quality customers" in his eyes surrounded the hangar of future military industry, Mateo noticed the situation here. This situation made him feel inexplicably annoyed, as if the performance that had been carefully prepared for a long time was neglected by the audience. The stupid audience was more willing to pay attention to a popular singer and ignore the efforts made by his old superstar...

He admitted that he had some mental imbalance, but he did not regret that he was going here at all.

If you want to steal these high-quality customers from the Future Military Industry, you must make them realize what a stupid idea it is to expect Future Military Industry to beat the Finmecanica Group on fighter jets.

"Maybe in front of the real sixth-generation aircraft," Jiang Chen smiled slightly. Just as Mateo's smile began to bring a hint of pride, his words suddenly changed, and he said jokingly, "But it is still more than enough to deal with semi-finished products."

The pride of the mouth froze on his face, and the corners of Matteo's mouth twitched, but the smile on the corners of his mouth remained unchanged.

"Semi-finished product? I don't understand what you are talking about."

"Do you have to be so clear about what I said?" Jiang Chen shrugged, pointed his chin at the hurricane, and smiled, "Don't tell me you plan to call that thing a sixth-generation aircraft."

Matteo's smile gradually became cold.

The audience also had a hint of watching the show in their eyes.

This kind of store that costs hundreds of millions of yuan is full of gunpowder. On the one hand, it is the future military industry, and on the other hand, it is the Finmekanika Group. The chairman of the two giants started to argue. If this ends peacefully, it would be a ghost!

"Do you dare to have a friendly match with us?" Mateo said with a smile, "If you firmly believe this thing is of little use."

"Why not?" Jiang Chen also smiled slightly, "It may be necessary to use Aurora to deal with ordinary sixth-generation aircraft, but since it is a semi-finished product, there is naturally no need."

Matteo's face turned completely cold.

"Oh? Then which one are you going to drive?"

Walking to the airport runway, Jiang Chen casually glanced at the plane that had already driven out of the hangar, quickly made a choice, and walked towards Chemezov.

Seeing Jiang Chen walking towards him, Chemezov was slightly stunned.

"Is there anything wrong?"

Jiang Chen pointed to the MiG-25 parked next to the runway, and said in a casual tone.

"How much does this thing cost? Give me one."
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