Chapter 847: A False Alarm
Back at the institute, Lynch sat in the conference room, listening to the researchers discuss the features of the aircraft.
As the boss, when he named it an airplane, the chief engineer could only praise the name as perfectly fitting for a flying machine—they had no say beyond that.
“I already know the technical specs. Now, who can tell me what the cost would be if we mass-produce it on an assembly line?”
Most of these researchers were skilled but underappreciated talents Lynch had poached from major heavy industry firms.
This kind of situation was common in research institutions—people with no involvement in a project would somehow always have their names listed first when results came out, while those who actually moved the project forward were pushed to the bottom.
Was it fair?
Some might say no, but in its own way, it was.
Many researchers followed a straight path from school into research institutes, never touching the real world.
They didn’t know—or care—that they had messed up a critical experiment last week, causing grief for the balding institute director who acted tough internally but grovelled externally.