Of course, Alice noticed Oren's dazed expression, but she didn't care about this. Just like when everyone entered the house, following the two of them, General Dynamics Celsius William Clark and National Security Director Dominic Follyer walked out shoulder to shoulder.

"Oh my God, it's over with the Ministry of Defense."

He looked at Oren and Alice with a smile: "So Mr. Lockheed, do you have any plans tonight?"

"It probably depends on what Alice has to think."

Oren threw the ball to Alice: "Alice, are you interested in having a drink at the bar? I remember there was a brandy not far from here, not far from here..."

Alice glanced at him squintedly: "...Oren, I'm fifteen."

Everyone chuckled softly, and Mr. Clark looked at his watch and was ready to say goodbye: "Ms. Wang, when you were shooting the movie, the drawings you submitted to us were very creative. I hope we will work happily in the future. It's getting late, so I will go back to the hotel first. Please feel free to everyone."

After saying that, he walked towards the far side of the parking lot.

"So, Mr. Freir."

After watching Clark, Alice said to Minister Falle: "If you have nothing to do, Oren and I have something to talk about, please see..."

"I understand, you really need more contact."

Of course, Fleir knew that he had become a light bulb, but he still reminded him: "But Alice, I'm serious. You'd better speed up the development of the firewall. Not only the Pentagon needs to protect it, but Nas is also planning to build an Internet monitoring system here. You are now a hot commodity for all of us."

"I plan to use new monitoring methods, right?"

Alice is not surprised at all. To say that the biggest difference between NSA and CIA is that the former mainly relies on monitoring, thereby comprehensively obtaining global secret consultation. From the past radio to the future Internet, theoretically, this institution's dependence on Cisco will be very powerful.

"Yes, after all, we all need to keep pace with the times."

Three people walked in the wide parking lot outside the Pentagon, Furier replied: "Since there are hackers who will invade the Pentagon, whether they are pranks by civilian masters or the formal invasion of the KGB, they undoubtedly remind us of it. As the number of computers around the world continues to increase and network infrastructure continues to develop, we must fight a fierce battle on this invisible Internet.

"So, since the Pentagon is now preparing a shield for itself, as the NSA, we do need to arm ourselves with teeth."

No one present was outsiders. When they passed by a Chevrolet sedan, Fleir patted Oren on the shoulder and said, "From a technical point of view, modern telephones, the Internet, fax and satellite communications are all transmitted through atmospheric radio waves, so they may be monitored. Although Article 18 of our Guidance Order stipulates that no information from ordinary citizens and enterprises shall be monitored without the written permission of the Supreme Court official, we must also think about it in reverse..."

"Will other countries set up similar organizations, such as the KGB?"

Oren laughed and said, "Alice, did you hear that NSA is preparing for a big business for both of us. Lockheed's satellite launch and Cisco's Internet hardware and software, this kind of monitoring is absolutely indispensable."

Indeed, this is how the prism door comes out.

Of course Alice knew this prospect, so now she felt even more whispered. Although the Prism Gate was a spy plan during the Bush Jr. and had nothing to do with President Reagan and Dominic Folle, in general, the NSA department caused Cisco to be badly harmed.

As a whole Chinese market, Cisco will give it to Huawei and TP-link as soon as it withdraws!

Falle's meaning is also simple, it is obvious that she wants Alice to get involved now.

"Haha, if there is a big order business to do, of course it would be great."

As he said this, Alice had already accelerated and stopped just in front of a Lincoln sedan just in time: "Oh, by the way, Mr. Fleir, as you said just now, it is very necessary for Oren and I to communicate well, you see...?"

Undoubtedly, this Lincoln car was driven by Oren, and he remembered the license plate number when Alice first met him at the governor's party in North Carolina.

"Oh, no problem, no problem."

Furile knew that the topic was about to end, and nodded and smiled, "It's time for me to go home early, Marian asked me on the pager if I had worked overtime, so let's say goodbye."

Waving his hand, the middle-aged man walked away with a brisk pace.

"Hey... I have cars, I'm so envious."

Seeing Fleir walking towards the car in the distance, Alice said calmly: "I have to take another year before I can take the driver's license."

"But it's only a year, Alice, have you figured out what to buy for your first car?"

Oren had already opened the door very gentlemanly. He came to Washington alone, so there was no driver to accompany him: "Let me guess, a Porsche roadster?"

"That's quite exciting, sports cars or something."

Alice laughed and got into the passenger seat: "Drive, go to the Hilton Hotel, don't really take me to any bar, otherwise be careful that I call the police."

Oren had already managed the car door and was starting the car. He laughed and said, "Don't worry, Alice, my car has GPS in it, and it's impossible to take you into the ditch."

Alice hummed and looked around the surroundings left and right.

Well, I got into a car of a man who I was not very familiar with in the middle of the night. Is this really good?

Alice looked at herself at the age of fifteen. Look at the free driver next to her. Although she was a graduate student at a university, she was not a high school student after all. Ambiguous things, at least she had to wait until she was five years old before she could feel it, otherwise at most it would be the atmosphere of the older brother and the younger sister.

Well, that's probably it.

Of course, Oren Lockheed would not be stupid enough to play with any ambiguity at this time, although when Alice opened the car window, a cool breeze blew the ends of her hair, causing the girl's fragrance to float in front of his nostrils.

"At present, our company is dealing with a big order."

Before the car could drive out of the Pentagon parking lot, he couldn't wait to speak: "I don't know if you know, the Pentagon is now launching a development plan for advanced tactical fighter jets."

Alice was looking at the figure of the Pentagon outside the window, and immediately turned her head and looked at Oren when she heard this.

First of all, it is clear that although Alice accepted Oren's "technical consultant" early, she was not in a hurry to participate in any of Lockheed's work; and Lockheed, as the world's top arms dealer, of course, was not in a hurry to ask Alice to help them. So theoretically, until she just signed the cooperation treaty with the Pentagon, Alice should be an "outsider".

The Advanced Tactical Fighter Plan is a data that can be easily investigated in the 21st century, but at this moment, she certainly has to pretend to be confused: "Advanced Tactical Fighter? Let me think about it, when will the idea come up?"

"The exact date is around June 1981."

Oren said: "The US Air Force first published the request information for advanced tactical fighter jets. Then, not long after, led by our company, several contractors mainly engaged in military aircraft research and development provided design concepts, including stealth technology, short-range take-off and supersonic cruise. It also included advanced alloys and composite materials, advanced line-transfer control flight control systems, high-power propulsion systems and stealth technologies, etc.."

"Then there are rounds of competition and selection. I will explain the specific process to you later. In general, our Lockheed and our family named Northrop Grumman won the bid. As of October last year, there was a 50-month demonstration. After the verification stage, we each had one aircraft selected, namely yf-22 and yf-23."

"The next step is to pick out the last one from these two aircraft. Now is the beginning of the final stage, and our entire company is... busy."

“yf-22…”

Listening to Oren's words, he muttered so much, and directly deleted the beginning letter "y" in his heart. Alice rubbed her lips hard to suppress her excitement: "So, do you need me to help you?"

"Haha, yes."

After a bitter smile, Oren nodded and said, "You should also know that the research and development of a cutting-edge weapon is often the result of the joint cooperation of many companies. This yf-22 is a collaboration between us Lockheed, Boeing and General Dynamics..."

“General power?”

"Yes, otherwise do you think Clark will join in the fun?"

Oren meant the ceo who left after only showing up: "Although you had some business dealings when filming "Alien II", if you really wanted to be a design consultant, he would have to see you with his own eyes."

Seeing Alice nodding, Oren continued: "So, what we are mainly responsible for is the avionics work. Programming, Alice, the engineers in our company work every day and night, and they are really exhausted..."

"Yes, programming~"

Alice laughed with thoughts. Few people knew that Lockheed Martin’s software writing volume every year was even more than Microsoft. So, when some of the company’s projects reached a critical moment, a programming expert like herself would indeed become a treasure like gold.

"So Oren, Maryland is not far from here. After tonight, I'll go to your company tomorrow morning?"
Chapter completed!