The amateur wave scientist, in pursuit of research funding, explained his various research findings earnestly to Lynch, using many technical terms that were difficult to understand, and Lynch could not grasp them.

However, Lynch did not mind; he merely wanted to listen while flipping through various handwritten documents that the amateur wave scientist had pulled out from his shabby bag.

Lynch is a person with rich experiences. He once had many friends; one was a technology company owner. One time, while they were negotiating business in the friend's office, they happened to encounter a work report from the technical department.

The two stopped their conversation, listening as the technical staff completed their report using terms that even Lynch could not understand, which surprised him.

He knew very well that this friend was not a man of much culture, having left his schooling incomplete to venture into the world, yet as he listened to his subordinate's report, he appeared calm, nodding occasionally.

It was as if... he truly understood the content.

During later conversations, Lynch learned some knowledge from this not-so-cultured owner.

In the high-tech industry, money is not the most important thing. Of course, money is vital, as any technological development requires it, but for an owner, having money does not necessarily mean having everything.

Technical individuals sometimes have tempers, especially in cutting-edge tech sectors, where investors are plentiful, and places willing to recruit tech talent are abundant.

When communicating with these individuals, one must be cautious, projecting a stance of "I know what you're saying" while simultaneously conveying "but I don't wish to express an opinion now."

Ensure your subordinates don't look down on you from any perspective; this applies to any industry.

In the tech sector, if subordinates disrespect their superior, it implies the subordinate will soon leave. Following a superior that's inferior to oneself in the rapidly evolving tech field has no future.

Even outside of the tech sector, a leader must garner respect; otherwise, subordinates might turn against their leader. Capital and those engaged in its operations often have dark hearts, excluding Mr. Lynch.

This reveals why Lynch behaves this way, although he is much more cultured than that uneducated owner. Occasionally, he even introduces some terms, interrupting the amateur scientist's thoughts and prompting deep reflection.

Of course, this approach is limited to dealing with amateur scientists.

As for what to do next?

It's simple. In this industry and outside, there's a group possessing high technical skills, though they lack interest in delving into scientific technology; what they favor is money, more money!

As they were halfway into their conversation, the phone in the room rang.

Lynch put down the materials in his hand, raised his hand in a gesture, and said, "Hold on a moment, I need to answer the call."

He stood up and walked to the corner of the room to answer the call from Mr. Truman. The moment he picked up, Truman's voice came through the receiver, "Are you free?"

The tone was slightly aggressive, akin to venting pent-up frustration.

Lynch immediately realized this might relate to the rumors Carl mentioned regarding Mr. Truman; he took aim at those big consortiums, yet his situation must be tough.

It's conceivable that he made the consortiums abandon all their small and medium projects—would they simply let it go without retaliation?

No, it's impossible; they must have a fallback plan, and perhaps it's already in effect.

With this realization, he promptly responded, "What happened?"

"Want to go for a drink..." After a brief silence, Mr. Truman gave a response that surprised Lynch a bit.

As Lynch agreed, he concurrently asked a question, "Do you have anyone knowledgeable in military equipment technology on your side?"

"Yes, why do you ask?"

Lynch explained what had transpired, and Mr. Truman immediately recalled the expo they attended together. To this day, the Federation holds various expos annually across different regions.

People enjoy these events, regardless of their financial status, as long as they bring joy.

Some expos have reportedly evolved into joyous parade-like events, such as the bubble car competition, which is notably typical.

In the Federation, certain cities are built on hilly or mountainous edges, where roads exhibit significant elevation differences. This prompted some to devise interesting projects.

Participants pour soap water continuously on the ground, then sit in inflatable "cars" without wheels at the road's highest point.

Groups of three to five would rush down from high points, with the first to cross the line emerging victorious.

Such "expos" have become entertaining events, capturing the public's attention fiercely during the fun-filled competitions.

The last time Truman and Lynch attended an expo akin to a garden party, Lynch mentioned investing ten thousand in an amateur scientist, something Truman remembers clearly.

In Truman's eyes, amateur scientists cannot be regarded as scientists, in terms of both professional knowledge and the financial, material, and human resources needed during research; they hardly measure up to actual research institutions, hence their research outcomes are not highly anticipated.

Nonetheless, he arranged for a military specialist to liaise with the amateur wave scientist Lynch mentioned.

After hanging up, Lynch returned to the sofa. Just as the amateur wave scientist prepared to speak, Lynch waved his hand, packing the materials on the table as he said, "Don't worry. I just contacted some military folks, and they're quite interested in your research, but you'll need to convince them. You understand what I'm saying, right?"

The amateur wave scientist hadn't anticipated such a turn of events, and he immediately became intensely excited.

If his research gains military approval, possibly leading to its use in military applications, the hardships he's endured over the years would be worthwhile.

Not to mention the years he sacrificed spent alone on the mountain, away from his spouse; his hands trembled with excitement, "Mr. Lynch... Mr. Lynch, I don't know how to express my gratitude!"

He extended both hands, wanting to shake hands with Lynch but hesitated. Fortunately, Lynch extended his hand proactively.

Soon, two cars parked one after the other outside Lynch's home. Lynch led the amateur wave scientist to greet them.

Needless to say, Mr. Truman's influence within the military is substantial. Upon Lynch's introduction, two soldiers took over the amateur scientist's materials and invited him to a research base to discuss his invention.

The military is actually investigating these matters lately.

Previously, the concept of "reconnaissance" was limited to radio signal capture. If the enemy maintained radio silence beyond visual range or were in areas with heavy radio interference, the target beyond visual range would be completely lost.

The Federation's military continuously summarized experiences. Being able to lock onto a target beyond visual range to initiate an attack would secure a firm grip on warfare's dominance.

The naval battle with Gafura brought many changes to the Federation Military, such as lacking experience in large-scale group operations, street fighting, port attacking...

These cannot be compensated for in a short span amidst global peace, and they can't simply find someone to spar with.

But peace shouldn't make them overlook these issues. Hence, internally, a proposal to address the lack of experience with technical and quantifiable rules was submitted.

This proposal quickly passed Congress approval, as such boosts in military procurement and R&D funding primarily benefit the Military Industrial Group, widely acknowledged for occupying the majority seats in appropriation committees.

Those legislators' approval for the military plan was to gain themselves considerable benefits—no offense to anyone—why reject it?

Yes, it's similarly well-known...taxpayers are not—

After seeing the military personnel leave with the amateur wave scientist, Lynch looked at Mr. Truman seated in a car, pointing towards his house, "Weren't you going to have a drink together?"

Mr. Truman shook his head, "Let's go outside!"

It was evident he was troubled, prompting Lynch to get into the car without a second thought.

As Truman started the vehicle, he asked, "Do you have any popular places you often visit?"

Lynch mentioned an address, and soon they drove to the location he suggested. Yet, seated inside, Mr. Truman glanced at the luxuriously furnished place, with a sign flashing red high-heels neon lights, rendering him speechless.

"Is this the place you picked?"

His voice raised slightly.

"Strip club?"

He muttered, unable to contain a laugh, then turned off the engine and removed the keys, "Alright, let's stay here."

Neither paid attention to those loosely encircling them from other cars. Sometimes possessing wealth, status, or power leads to losing certain things.

Though it wasn't late, the club hadn't yet fully opened, but warm-up activities were underway.

Both entered, exchanging some smaller bills at the counter—largely ones, twos, and fives, which Lynch procured, totaling a thousand.

"Since graduating from military school, I haven't been to these places..." Truman reminisced as they stood in the hall, inhaling deeply.

The air was infused with a peculiar mix of smoke, pure scents, alcohol, and a hint of alluring desire.

These intertwined elements permeated the space, omnipresent—sometimes labeled "dirty" by people, yet occasionally termed "desire."

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