Chapter 470 - Stormy Weather

Chapter 470 - Stormy weather

Seeking guidance everywhere, the design of the "Monster" fighter jet that was perfected bit by bit exceeded many people's expectations. Lin Mo inadvertently pulled elites from many different departments and units across China to form a team of unprecedented scale. war.

I am afraid that any aircraft manufacturer in the world will raise eyebrows at such a luxurious team.

Many people don't realize that "monsters" are actually the product of national wars. The power of the country will have very terrible consequences no matter where it is placed. Due to various reasons, foreign intelligence agencies have never noticed this. A thing that is almost ruined in the industry and has no possibility of mass production does not have much attention value.

Many participants originally thought that this was just a farce on paper, so they unconsciously opened up their minds and brainstormed various ideas, as well as bold technical designs.

But I didn't expect that everyone would add fuel to the fire, learn from each other's strengths and complement each other's weaknesses, and the quantitative change would become a qualitative change. The design of such a fighter jet would be so abnormal. It is not only quite feasible, but also has a lot to learn from.

Even before Lin Mo's genuine "Monster" was completed, individual domestic manufacturers had already produced similar models of technical demonstration experimental machines, and the National Defense Star was one of them.

As we all know, everyone involved in this drawing knows that if they want to fully realize the drawing, they will encounter considerable difficulties. After all, many designs are too bold, and everything is aimed at perfection. Materials, components and technology are all It exceeds the current capacity of China. Even if Americans want to put it into practice, they have to consider whether their technical background is sufficient.

A drawing that everyone thought was impossible, but someone did it, and the progress was unexpectedly steady, becoming more and more like that. Such courage is not something ordinary people can possess, and even The senior officials of the country didn't know what they were thinking, but they went crazy with him and directly distributed two precious F00 vector propulsion engines to Lin Mo.

It was not until later that some units finally learned that two of the six engines had fallen into the hands of individuals. No one could understand the madness they felt.

For these reasons, Lin Mo still has a fairly high reputation and popularity among Chinese fighter jet manufacturers and designers.

With so many unexpected things happening, it’s hard not to recognize the leading designer of the “Monster” drawing.

At the dinner table, Shen Fei's engineer Qiu Zhengjun held Lin Mo's hand tightly, "'Dragon Knight,' we at Shen Fei rely entirely on you for our orders. I'll toast you with tea instead of wine."

Thinking about last year's export orders being taken away by Chengdu Aircraft's J-10, most of them were taken away. Shenyang Aircraft Manufacturing Co., Ltd. is so depressed.

Without a top demonstrator, how can you magnify the excellence of the product?

To untie the bell, one must tie the bell, and Shen Fei had to show its favor to Lin Mo, who performed a stunning ultra-low-altitude Cobra maneuver at the Zhuhai Air Show.

The senior staff of Shenfei present also raised their wine glasses and signaled to Deputy General Manager Qin of Chengfei, and the two parties exchanged understanding glances.

The J-10's eye-catching performance almost caused Shen Fei to starve to death, but Cheng Fei was just the opposite and almost starved to death.

The bosses of the two parties reached an agreement privately, and this time the spotlight of the home court was given to Shen Fei, while Cheng Fei first focused on digesting the export orders in front of him.

When there is money, everyone makes money, when there is food, everyone eats, and they give way to each other. Fortunately, within the Aviation Industry Corporation of China, we can see each other when we look down.

The result of the agreement reached by China Aviation’s top management has made the defense star’s display at this exhibition the home of SAC. Since it does not have its own main model developed by itself, it is natural that the big guys in the industry have the final say. , regarding this, Defense Star is very helpless.

At the same time, Lin Mo's little wings were flapping wider and wider in Afghanistan. Not only the northern provinces, but even the capital of Afghanistan was shaken by the wind and rain.

In Kabul, in a dark and run-down small teahouse, there are only teh tarik with a strange smell and some rough wheat cakes. After the war, Afghanistan has already been in the 1960s and 1970s. The thriving prosperity is more like a world. The place of abandonment.

"Rumble, I'm so happy to see you alive."

With deep eyes and a high nose, wearing a dirty plaid turban and as fluffy hair as a chicken coop under the turban, the man spoke in a deep voice and held up a mottled enamel teapot to the bench opposite him. The other person gestured a few times, sniffed intoxicatedly, and took a few sips of the tea from the low-quality brick tea dregs that had almost gone bad.

On the side, the boss was waving the tea bowl in his hand as if dancing and pouring tea hard. He still did not forget to shout a few words to the passers-by who passed by the shop from time to time, as if he was performing a sideshow, trying his best to show off the difference in his craftsmanship. Normally, in order to make more living money.

And the boss's woman, the woman covered by a scarf, only showed a pair of black and thin hands, as if she was not afraid of being burned, turning over the wheat cakes in the black clay oven. God knows how much wheat flour content was in these cakes. , maybe it’s just a mud pie that fools people.

Even so, some poor Afghans cannot even afford such mud cakes.

The war has pushed the country to the brink of collapse.

"Alive? Humph!" Rumble, the man opposite who looked dusty and looked like he hadn't taken a shower in months. His face was almost unrecognizable and covered in dirt, said, "Death is not far away."

He stretched out his right hand, and it was shocking that only the ring finger and little finger were half-mutilated. Half of the palm flew away. The hand was still wrapped in gauze with no visible original color, and half-wet pus kept seeping out. He came out and attracted a few flies, which rushed over to bite him.

"I saw it early in the morning, and I said, old man, what happened to you? Did someone chop off your hands? I told you, don't do sneaky things again, God will punish you."

The man wearing a plaid turban sounded a little gloating. There are some rural customs in Afghanistan. If a thief is caught stealing something, the owner will cut off the other person's hand as punishment. Obviously he regards the other person as having experienced such an experience.

What an unfortunate guy. If he hadn't been short of food and clothing since he was a child, he wouldn't have taken this path. Even if he survived and became an adult, he still hadn't gotten rid of this habit.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I've given up on it a long time ago. Damn it, it's those guys in the north. I didn't know those guys were blessed by divine power. They could be so crazy. Damn it, damn it!"

As if being stimulated, Rumble, whose hand was injured, immediately became excited. He waved his hand vigorously and almost hit the head of the man wearing a plaid turban. He narrowly missed his hair several times, but in the end he did not hit it hard.

In the end, all the anger turned into lowering his head and whispering a curse: "Damn broken gun, inferior weapon, bastard, it can explode. I curse the guy who made you, and his soul will be tortured by the devil forever."

The man wearing a plaid turban was stunned. Surprisingly, it was beyond his imagination. His opponent's hand was actually damaged by a gun that exploded.

Exploding the barrel is a very scary thing. The metal fragments of the gun body are no less than a bomb exploding in your hand. If the fragments penetrate your head, you may lose your life. This is completely playing with the god of death. Russian roulette of death.

"Poor Rumble, don't be angry anymore. Life will go on. It's useless to be angry, isn't it? God won't give you an extra cent." The man wearing a plaid headscarf stretched out his hand He patted the other party's shoulder and then said: "Can you still do the job that Mr. Jedin told me? Judging from your appearance, you should have lost a lot."

"Mr. Jardin? Huh, if he hadn't provided this batch of garbage, how could I be like this?" As if his anger was aroused again, Rumble's angry eyes were about to burst into flames, and he stretched out his injured hand again and almost He was about to hit the opponent in the face and said fiercely: "I have lost a dozen people with this vote. Mali, you bastard must be responsible for this."

In order to accept this business, he had to repay the damage. As long as he had money and guns, he was afraid that he could not find anyone, and those unlucky ghosts would die. However, his own hand was disabled because of this, which made Rumble furious. choke.

"Okay, okay, Rumble, don't be angry, okay? Man, talk nicely. I want to ask you if you are willing to continue working. If you know Mr. Aden's credibility, there is absolutely nothing to say." Wearing a plaid turban. The man, Mari, patted his chest and said confidently.

"Credit? Humph, Mali, let's settle the account first. The original price doesn't count, and the balance will be doubled at least." Rumble changed his previous sadness and anger, opened the clothes on his chest, and put another With his intact hand, he took out a scarred pistol from his clothes, half-hiding it.

Even though this is an old-fashioned weapon, it still can't stop it from killing people, especially at such a close distance, there is no time to even hide.

Mali's expression froze. He didn't expect that this old guy would turn his back on him on the spot. He rolled his eyes and quickly said with a smile: "Easy to say, easy to say, Rumble, my brother, I can understand your mood. What an achievement." Forty percent, I will give it now. Even if Mr. Aden disagrees, I will pay for him. After all, I don’t trust you, so who else can I trust? After all, the business will last for a long time."

Mali had some courage, and without much hesitation he agreed to the other party's request for doubling the balance. Compared with the part he intercepted and swallowed, it was just a small amount. He could still accept it. Seeing the other party's miserable appearance, he just thought that A rare discovery of my own conscience.

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