Chapter 2679
Suddenly Became Popular
Chapter 2679 Suddenly Became Popular
United States, headquarters of the Gnuman Manufacturing Corporation.
Continuous raindrops fell from the pale blue sky, splashing into puddles on the ground, while the sun in the distance still shone brightly.
If a Chinese person were here, they would surely be moved to compose a poem about this scene of half sunshine and half rain.
However, this is the United States.
Everyone here has the same skin color.
So, the people who got off the bus and walked into the rain cursed the damn weather and the damn ground.
In the conference room.
People kept coming in and quickly taking their seats.
The people who come here are all senior executives of the group.
What drew them to the meeting was not only the chairperson of the highest-level conference, but also the increasingly dire situation.
"George!"
A middle-aged man had just entered the conference room, his suit still damp with rain. Upon hearing the voice, he immediately looked at Peter, who was waving at him.
He sat down beside me.
"Peter, have you heard?"
"We're in trouble this time."
George looked grim, and Peter also looked miserable. "It's not just us who's in trouble; the entire aircraft manufacturing industry is in trouble."
Upon hearing this, George looked around, then leaned down to Peter's side and said, "I heard that Congress has already proposed a bill to quickly deploy the forces to defend the United States, otherwise next year's election will be very difficult."
Peter's eyes widened, then he quickly moved closer to George. "I've also heard some news. It's said that someone has proposed a new plan."
"The main research focuses on the performance of missiles in order to counter high-speed aircraft."
"asshole."
As soon as Peter finished speaking, George started cursing.
What will happen to these aircraft manufacturers if they develop missiles?
How can we make money from the United States then?
"What's the use of having so many missiles if they don't have aircraft platforms?"
"Short-sighted."
George said dismissively, and Peter nodded in agreement, then looked at a middle-aged man who walked in through the door.
"Mr. Berman has arrived."
The two exchanged a few words and then immediately stopped talking.
As the middle-aged man walked in, the entire conference room immediately fell silent.
The middle-aged man sat down in the chair, and the people around him immediately followed suit.
"Gentlemen, we have now reached a very critical moment."
"Our United States' aircraft manufacturing industry, our industry, is facing enormous challenges."
"Gentlemen, it is time for a meeting to decide our future path."
Berman's voice was strong and clear, and everyone present looked serious upon hearing it.
"Sir, we will do as you say."
A middle-aged man in front stood up and said seriously.
Everyone else wore the same expression.
Berman nodded slightly, then looked at the middle-aged woman on his left.
"Ms. Beliss, do you have anything to say?"
The middle-aged woman wore a light green suit, and her fair skin reminded everyone present of the young Mrs. Beatrice, who was also the dream lover pursued by many.
However, at this moment, Ms. Beatrice had completely lost her former charm.
“Mr. Berman, I would like to make a clarification here.”
Beatrice composed herself, stood up, and spoke to Berman.
A flicker of disgust crossed Berman's eyes, but he still nodded politely, "Please go ahead."
Belis didn't look at Berman, but instead looked at everyone present, and then slowly said, "Gentlemen, the F-14 Tomcat fighter jet is the result of many years of research, exploration and design. It is the crystallization of the wisdom of countless people, and it is also the industrial achievement of our great United States."
"I can guarantee that our design and production had absolutely nothing to do with the White Horse fighter jet."
"Not only that, I can also guarantee that our Tomcat fighter jets, even if they are not as good as the White Horse, will not be much worse."
"Ms. Beatrice."
The middle-aged man who had just echoed Berman immediately spoke up, "Let me remind you, not long ago, our rising star, the powerful F-14 Tomcat fighter jet, was completely wiped out in a one-on-one duel with the Persians."
"The score of 0 to 4 was only due to the fact that four aircraft were deployed."
"What's even more ridiculous is that the fighter jet that destroyed the four Tomcats was not a J-10 at all, but a smaller J-8."
"Won't it be much different?"
As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, laughter erupted from the surrounding area.
Everyone here is knowledgeable, so let's not try to fool people with biased writing.
Beatrice's face darkened as the middle-aged man berated her. She stared intently at him, wishing she could shove him into her mouth and crunch him to pieces.
"gentlemen!"
Beatrice slammed her hands on the table, the swaying of her upper body putting immense pressure on the middle-aged man who had just been mocking her. Her open collar made him afraid to open his mouth, lest he drool out.
"You should know that the Persians who piloted the Tomcat this time had only been piloting it for sixteen hours. They simply couldn't bring out the full potential of the Tomcat."
As she spoke, Beatrice swayed back and forth, causing the men present to subtly move back into their chairs.
"Moreover, the other side made serious mistakes in its actions."
"This is the result of our investigation. Before the battle, they did not make full use of the Tomcat's strengths. The long-range radar lock-on did not play an advantage. On the contrary, the Sidewinder used was only a short-range air-to-air missile with a maximum range of only fifteen miles, which severely limited the aircraft's offensive capabilities."
"Moreover, our Tomcat's advantages lie in high-altitude, high-speed interception, in the advanced design of variable-sweep wings, and in better attack and combat."
"Therefore, I think this was just a minor mistake and does not mean that the Tomcat fighter is inferior to the opponent's Scimitar."
"It would be unfair and irresponsible to dismiss the efforts of our Tomcat team because of this incident."
After Beatrice finished speaking, everyone around her pondered carefully.
George and Peter both nodded in agreement.
They had seen what the Tomcat looked like and always felt that it was a groundbreaking aircraft, its design and manufacture filled with a violent beauty.
Even after seeing the white horse, she remained the Valkyrie in their hearts.
“George, I also think this doesn’t prove anything.”
"It was just one setback."
George nodded slightly, without saying anything more.
They were just two minor figures, their voices carrying little weight here; they could only listen to what others said.
Just after Beatrice finished speaking, the middle-aged man opposite her swallowed, glanced at Berman at the head of the table, and then said again, "Ms. Beatrice, let me remind you once more."
"You said the driver is Persian, but you should also be aware that the driver on the other side is also Persian."
"Furthermore, you mentioned that the rattlesnakes disrupted the rhythm of the battle. Well, let me tell you, the missiles launched by the Tomcat were easily dodged by the enemy."
"What destroyed the Tomcat was not the enemy's missiles, but just a few 23mm shells, nothing more."
"Finally, the variable sweep wing system you mentioned, I personally think it's very cool and very useful."
"But I don't think we'll necessarily have the upper hand."
"Furthermore, the engineer who designed this project, I recall, was Chinese, and I have serious doubts about his motives."
After the middle-aged man finished speaking, the crowd began to discuss it again.
The woman opposite her was pressing the folder on the table with both hands, as if she wanted to smash it onto the other man's round face.
Cough
Suddenly, Berman, who was at the head of the table, coughed twice, then raised his hands and gently pressed them down.
The conference room immediately became quiet.
Even when she was furious, Beatrice had to put her hands under the table.
"Let me say a few words."
His gaze swept over everyone present, and those whose gazes were swept straightened their backs.
Berman nodded in agreement, then said firmly, "First, we need to make one thing clear."
"Airplanes are irreplaceable, whether they are missiles or rockets."
Papapa
A burst of enthusiastic applause immediately erupted from the crowd.
Berman gestured for silence again.
"Secondly, we need to be more tolerant and give male cats more opportunities."
Beatrice looked at Berman in surprise; this was truly unexpected.
Papapa
Scattered applause appeared, followed by loud applause.
Berman looked at Belis and said, “You have a month to prove the tomcat’s excellence.”
Beatrice nodded. "Don't worry, in a month, the world will remember the tomcat!"
Sijiucheng Airport.
Wang Minghai hung up the phone, his face full of disappointment.
"Boss, what did General Peng say? Does he mean we're going to carry out a mission?"
Huo Sheng stood by, speaking expectantly.
Wang Minghai turned around and sighed, "The plan is canceled." "Huh?"
Huo Sheng looked incredulous. "No, weren't we supposed to go and intimidate them?"
Wang Minghai was even more helpless after hearing this, "What kind of deterrent is this?"
“You guys have all the work done by the J-8 fighters, so don’t go around bullying people.”
Then he turned and left.
Huo Sheng was completely bewildered. What did that mean?
Did the J-8 fighter jet do their job?
what does this mean?
Huo Sheng was unaware of the situation, but soon he heard news from Persia.
then
He fell silent.
His companion, Chang Kong, came over to comfort him, "Old Huo, don't worry about it. It's just that we can't carry out the mission this time. Maybe we'll be able to do it next time."
When Huo Sheng saw his old partner approaching, he forced a smile. "Old Chang, it's not because of this mission."
"what is that?"
"I'm worried that the J-8 fighter jets will do all the work for us in the future, and we'll have fewer and fewer opportunities to participate."
Upon hearing this, Chang Kong opened his mouth wide and said incredulously, "No, that can't be."
But as soon as he said it, Chang Kong realized that it was actually quite possible.
The J-8's speed and altitude have reached a double 28, which is already among the best in the world.
Both sides have the same radar, control and other software facilities.
Furthermore, the range can be increased by equipping it with auxiliary fuel tanks.
Most importantly, this plane is inexpensive.
According to internal sources, the cost of building one J-10 is enough to build three J-8s, and the subsequent maintenance costs also differ significantly.
Maintaining the daily operation of one squadron of J-10 fighters is sufficient to maintain one or two battalions of J-8 fighters.
Therefore, the J-10 fighter jet is likely to become a deterrent force in the future.
But the J-8 is the 'main force' on the battlefield.
Clearly, both of them had thought of this, and then sat down side by side, exchanging no words.
Nine parts.
There was also a newspaper on Yang Xiaotao's desk.
This was sent by Secretary Guo on behalf of Old Chen.
Although Mr. Chen didn't say anything, it was clear from Secretary Guo that he was in a very good mood today.
Yang Xiaotao picked up the newspaper and looked at the airplanes on it with a serious expression.
If it weren't for the white horse, this would probably be the best airplane of this era.
Unfortunately, due to the emergence of the White Horse, this carrier-based aircraft, originally designed to intercept Allied long-range bombers and missiles, has been relegated to a secondary role.
Even though it was rushed into production and appeared a few years earlier than expected, its strength did not reach the peak of its previous life.
Not to mention beyond-visual-range attacks.
Otherwise, it wouldn't have been shot down by a few bullets from a J-8C.
However, the other side's variable-sweep wing looks really good.
Yang Xiaotao was filled with emotion, but he had no intention of taking any lessons from it.
If we really want to research new aircraft, then it should be the F-15 fighter jet provided by the system.
After all, there are no aircraft carriers that can carry aircraft yet.
Yang Xiaotao put the newspaper aside and ignored it.
He has done what he was supposed to do; as for the rest, let the relevant personnel handle it.
Yang Xiaotao picked up the helicopter design drawings and began to revise them carefully.
The power of the north wind gradually grew stronger over time, causing heaven and earth to tremble under its tyranny, and December quietly arrived.
As one year draws to a close and a new year approaches, so too will the past year come to an end.
End, beginning.
It's an endless loop.
As usual, Yang Xiaotao arrived at the Ninth Department, put down his backpack, picked up a thermos to fetch water from the water room, and then returned to his office.
When they entered, Lou Xiao'e was cleaning with a rag, and Liu Lixue was wiping the table.
"Minister Yang!"
After exchanging greetings, Yang Xiaotao poured himself a glass of water and then sat down to begin his work.
As usual, I'm processing documents.
According to the plan for the past few days, Yang Xiaotao would process documents from 10:00 AM to 10:30 AM, and then refine the helicopter design drawings from 10:30 AM to 11:30 AM.
I take a lunch break, spend an hour processing documents in the afternoon, and then go to the research institute to help with CNC machine tools.
After getting off work and going home, it's my free time.
The day was packed with activities.
However, with the end of the year approaching and many things to do, Yang Xiaotao couldn't leave everything to Li Hongfeng; he also had to take responsibility.
As a result, the daily work schedule became even more packed.
At this moment, Yang Xiaotao began to miss the days when he was a worker in the workshop.
Back then, we had no worries about food and drink, but we didn't have to worry about so much.
In his office, Yang Xiaotao was reviewing documents when he heard a series of hurried footsteps outside.
Liu Lixue stood up quickly and opened the door.
Then Yang Youning rushed in.
"Xiao Yang, good news, great news!"
Yang Youning shouted loudly as soon as he entered, so loud that the voices of several offices to the left and right could be heard clearly.
Sure enough, Li Hongfeng, Lao Hong, Chen Gong, and the others came out of the house, each wearing a thick coat or carrying a jar, and walked towards the office.
Yang Xiaotao stood up. "Old Yang, weren't you at the stadium hosting the league?"
Yang Youning nodded immediately when Yang Xiaotao asked this question, and then waited for the others to come over before saying, "I was just hosting the volleyball league, and Li Rong from the foreign trade department happened to be there with her people to watch, so a few of us sat together."
"and then?"
Chen Gong was a little anxious, and Yang Youning didn't mind and immediately said, "Then I saw someone come looking for Li Rong."
"Then Comrade Li Rong told me that today North Goguryeo suddenly contacted the comrades in the foreign trade department, wanting to import a batch of J-8C fighter jets."
"Who?"
"What are you doing?"
"Northern Goguryeo? Aren't they allied with the alliance?"
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone started chattering away.
Some people exclaimed excitedly.
Yang Xiaotao was still wondering what was going on behind the scenes when he heard the phone on the table ring.
Everyone immediately fell silent.
Yang Xiaotao walked quickly to the phone, picked it up, and everyone looked over.
"Hello, sir, this is Yang Xiaotao."
"Yes, I understand, I'll be right there."
He then hung up the phone and said to everyone, "It's Mr. Chen's call. I'll go over there first."
Yang Youning and Chen Gong immediately burst into laughter, clearly confirming the news.
"Old Hong, come with me."
As they reached the door, Yang Xiaotao suddenly spoke.
Old Hong was taken aback, as were the others, but they quickly came to their senses.
A while ago, everyone knew that Liu Huaimin was going to the First Ministry of Machine Building. It is estimated that after Liu Huaimin returns, he will go to the First Ministry of Machine Building after the New Year.
Therefore, these vacant positions naturally need to be filled.
Yang Xiaotao prefers Lao Hong, and everyone can see that.
Of course, it would be a lie to say there were no ulterior motives involved.
But when it comes to jealousy, I really can't feel jealousy.
Old Hong, his abilities are undeniable.
That's their status.
Even Yang Youning and Li Hongfeng admire him greatly.
Moreover, Yang Xiaotao and Liang Zuoxin are also strongly supporting them.
The two quickly arrived at Mr. Chen's office by car.
As soon as I entered, I heard Old Chen on the phone. Just from the joy in the other person's tone, I knew it was good news.
"You two are here. Please sit down."
Old Chen said happily, and then told Secretary Guo to quickly serve tea.
Yang Xiaotao and Lao Hong exchanged a glance, and then both relaxed.
"The reason I called you here today was to talk about North Goguryeo. They want to buy sixty J-8C fighter jets, but the price is still under negotiation."
"But not long ago, I received a call from Comrade Li Rong. He said that the five countries of St. Tajikistan and the Ottoman Empire also want to buy J-8C fighters."
“They’re asking for quite a lot.”
"Now, our J-8C has truly become a sensation!"