Chapter 2685
It's a battle of whose blood is thicker.
Chapter 2685 It's a battle of whose blood is thicker.
Back in his office, Yang Xiaotao immediately picked up the phone and called the Seventh Ministry of Machinery Industry.
He had prepared a lot to say to Lao Wang, but it was Qian Lao who answered the phone.
Immediately, Yang Xiaotao changed his tone.
"Master, it's me, Xiao Tao..."
"Nothing much, just wanted to say hello and let you know I missed you!"
"What are you so busy with? We haven't seen you come over to give a lecture. We've been waiting for ages..."
On the other end of the phone, Old Qian smiled and looked at Old Wang, who was hiding to the side, shaking his head to deal with Yang Xiaotao.
Finally, amidst Old Wang's pleading expression, he asked, "Xiao Tao, the matter in Xizhou has been finalized. Speaking of which, we owe you a lot for reminding me."
"No, no, I just happened to hear it from someone else."
Yang Xiaotao quickly tried to be modest, while simultaneously becoming more vigilant.
There's no other reason than that, according to the agreement between the two parties, the satellite launch site has to be paid for.
But with the Lunar New Year just around the corner, he figured he should take advantage of his current financial situation and celebrate the New Year first.
Otherwise, if so much money is spent, half of the Ninth Department's slush fund will be gone.
"Which one?" Qian Lao's next sentence confirmed Yang Xiaotao's worries.
"Now that the base has been selected and construction is on the agenda, we need to hurry."
"This will also benefit your satellites."
"Am I right!"
Old Qian was quite reserved. If it were Old Wang, he probably would have just shouted, "Time to get to work, pay me!"
Yang Xiaotao smiled bitterly to himself, but he couldn't ignore it.
Moreover, since Master Qian had already spoken, how could he, as a disciple, refuse?
"Alright, have Old Wang tell us a time so we can meet up and finalize the details!"
Yang Xiaotao could only agree, and then Qian Lao's laughter rang out.
After hanging up the phone, Yang Xiaotao belatedly realized that he had actually called to ask about alloys.
Alright, no need to ask anymore, we'll have to bleed a little more.
He shook his head helplessly and sat in the chair, not wanting to do anything.
Seeing Yang Xiaotao's demeanor, Liu Lixue and Lou Xiao'e, who were inside the room, carefully lowered their heads and pretended to be busy.
With the Chinese New Year approaching, there are some accounts that need to be settled.
On the other end of the phone, Mr. Qian hung up, and Mr. Wang laughed triumphantly.
"Haha, that's great! I'll go ask for the money in a couple of days!"
"Tsk tsk, now we can finally have a good New Year!"
Old Wang rubbed his hands together, which in Old Qian's eyes looked like a smug little man.
But there was no other way.
To prepare for today's phone call, this guy actually put a table in his office and even pulled the phone over there.
In the past few days, he has been asked to answer all incoming calls from outside sources.
Finally, today he got what he'd been waiting for.
"Alright, hurry back to your office."
"I'll be right away!" Old Qian said irritably. Old Wang nodded smugly.
"Oh dear, you have no idea, when we heard that the Ninth Department was going to distribute cotton-padded clothes, we were all in a state of panic!"
"That's great, we have to make arrangements!"
Old Qian glanced at Old Wang, then shook his head, speechless.
Did the Seventh Ministry of Machinery Industry run out of money?
It's impossible for them to be broke.
I haven't noticed how many missiles have been sold recently.
But compared to the Nine Departments, they really had no money.
The fact that the Ninth Department can allocate a large amount of working capital to provide welfare for its workers shows that they are truly wealthy.
Even if money is distributed, it won't cause any serious damage.
But the Seventh Ministry of Machinery Industry was different; the money from selling missiles had to be saved for research and development, final payments, debt repayments, and so on.
In the end, there wasn't much left to offer.
Moreover, the funds weren't distributed in full from above.
That's why Old Wang had his scheme.
"Okay, I'm leaving!"
Old Wang patted his behind and prepared to go back to his own place, but just as he stepped out, he remembered something and turned back to remind him, "By the way, Lao Qian, I heard from Boss Peng that Persia has some opinions about our Thunderbolt No. 3. Remember to follow up and see if you can make some improvements!"
"Propose a solution as soon as possible!"
Mr. Qian nodded, "I've heard about this too!"
After saying that, Old Wang left the office with his hands behind his back, his face still showing indescribable excitement.
"We need to calculate the dates and make a trip to the Ninth Department!"
……
United States, Gnuman Corporation.
In the company's coffee shop, the two sat at a table in silence.
In the past, this place was bustling with people. Employees on break would come here to make a free cup of coffee, and then gather in twos and threes to chat about gossip, celebrities, and where to spend their annual leave.
Then today, when people who came here saw the two men in black standing at the entrance, they immediately turned around.
As for what was behind the curtains, the crowd could only vaguely see the two people.
Everyone knew the truth about these two people.
In the coffee shop, you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone says the coffee here is delicious!
Berman spoke softly, glancing at the now-cold coffee, then shook his head and said, "Looking at it now, it's just like that."
Upon hearing the other person speak, Beatrice across from her suddenly scoffed, "The so-called 'delicious' taste is nothing but an excuse to get something for free."
"Otherwise, even a penny would be too much for some people to bear."
Upon hearing this from Beatrice, Berman gently shook his head. "No, you're wrong."
"I think people who don't come to drink must have higher aspirations."
Belis smiled and did not refute.
There's simply no need to discuss this issue.
"Let's get down to business."
Beatrice spoke directly.
Berman nodded, then pointed to the materials on the table. "Have you looked at them?"
"Looked."
Beatrice nodded.
Berman nodded in agreement. "This is a significant problem."
Beatrice nodded again, "The main focus is on the engine."
"Turbine blade breakage, unstable afterburning, compressor stall, etc."
"The battle exposed many problems, many of which we hadn't considered." "However, as long as we solve these problems, our tomcat will become stronger."
Berman just smiled when he heard that.
"Zero to four".
"Two to eleven!"
Do you think this is the limit?
Upon hearing this, Beatrice clenched her fists and gritted her teeth, saying, "We will get our revenge."
"Yes, we will get our revenge, but not now."
"It's not your tomcat either."
Berman said coldly.
Their group invested a full four billion US dollars in developing the Tomcat fighter jet.
The purchase price for a single unit reached 40 million.
This price is twice as high as its competitor, the J-8C.
But what about the effect?
It can be said that the loss of these twelve aircraft directly cost them 480 million.
And that's how it became the 'cowardly cat in the air'.
Such a huge investment, and it's produced a 'cowardly cat in the air'? Are we going to keep building them and just hand them over to the enemy? Keep burning money?
Who could feel good about this?
They're still investing money in improvements? Isn't that insane?
"No, sir, I believe that the one who will be able to stand up to the Persian scimitar in the future will definitely be our tomcat."
But Beatrice said confidently, placing her hands on the table, "As you know, in the entire United States, only Tomcat is the best."
Berman frowned. He was prepared for this woman's unreasonable behavior, but he didn't expect her to be so stubborn and unreasonable.
"Sir, you only saw that we lost twenty-one planes, but you forgot that we also shot down two enemy planes."
Berman chuckled and said, "Isn't it embarrassing to show off such a small achievement?"
But Beatrice looked delighted. "Sir, this means that the enemy's planes are not invincible. It means that our Tomcat is capable of destroying them."
Berman nodded noncommittally; he also wanted to see what this woman would say.
Then Beatrice continued, "Our technicians discovered through analysis that our tomcat and the other side's white foal share many similar designs, which proves that our research approach is correct."
Berman sneered inwardly. This woman was actually trying to scam 'White Horse'; she was truly shameless to the extreme.
The emergence of the White Horse fighter jet directly ended the myth of the Blackbird reconnaissance aircraft's invincibility and raised the level of high-altitude, high-speed interceptor fighters by a significant margin.
It can be said that White Horse successfully ascended to the throne of the King of the Skies using the wreckage of their United States fighter jets.
As for the blue horse behind them, they had only heard that it was wearing a new vest.
As for what this disguise is, nobody knows to this day.
However, this does not hinder the world's research on the white horse.
We need to study the reasons for its high altitude, the reasons for its high speed, and even more importantly, the design philosophy behind it.
To put it bluntly, this kind of imitation isn't just something the United States does; even the Alliance can't escape it.
This also made Baiju's design and layout known and praised by the world.
My wandering thoughts were quickly pulled back by the woman's voice. I saw that the woman's eyes were wide open, her whole body was leaning forward, and she was full of aggression.
"Sir, could you search within the United States and find a fighter jet capable of countering the Persian scimitar?"
"Is it an F-104? How could it be!"
"Is that an F-111? Or one of those smaller planes?"
The woman said dismissively, casually.
Berman suddenly paused.
Then, following what the woman said, he went through each point in his mind, his hands unconsciously crossing over each other, and his expression becoming serious.
As the woman said, there isn't currently a single aircraft in the United States that can match the Tomcat's speed and altitude.
How powerful will the curved blade that made the Tomcat suffer, or the improved version of the J-8, be?
Seeing that the other party remained silent, Beatrice continued, "Sir, I have investigated the records of the entire battle, and combined with our current situation, I believe that there are three main reasons why the Tomcat fighter jet failed."
Berman felt like he was being led by the nose by the woman in front of him, which was dangerous.
However, he still wanted to see how this woman would continue her performance.
"Firstly, regarding the pilots, we learned that they came to China four months in advance for targeted training. They became familiar with their own aircraft and even frequently conducted combat exercises with the more powerful Baiju, which greatly improved their experience."
"And our driver has less than a month of experience, and these Persians' learning ability is simply insane."
"Under such circumstances, even the best aircraft cannot perform at its best."
With intense anger on her face, Beatrice continued without stopping, "Secondly, our aircraft has many malfunctions, especially the engines, which frequently fail during combat, giving the enemy an opportunity to exploit the situation."
"Thirdly, the other side's J-8 fighter jet took longer to develop than our Tomcat. They devoted more effort to it and reduced the chance of making mistakes, which is why they gained the upper hand."
After Beatrice finished speaking, Berman smiled noncommittally.
“Ms. Beliss, I sympathize with you and your team, but we cannot afford to research a fighter jet that is doomed to fail.”
Berman finished speaking and prepared to get up, as he had already wasted too much time here.
However, just as Berman stood up, Beatrice picked up the cold coffee on the table and gulped it down, then said coldly, "Sir, do you think the consequences of us losing twelve planes are more serious, or the consequences of them losing two?"
Berman stood at the door, slowly turned around, somewhat not understanding the meaning behind the other person's words.
Beatrice took a handkerchief from her bag, wiped her mouth, and then stood up. She slowly walked to Berman's side and said with certainty, "Sir, we have a huge industrial production capacity behind us. As for the other side, they have to tighten their belts even to build a railway."
"We can afford to lose 480 million, but can they afford to lose 4 million?"
"We lost twelve aircraft, but we can immediately roll twenty more off the production line. What about them? Do they have that kind of production capacity?"
"What do they have to compare with us on?"
Beatrice took a deep breath. She knew that it would be difficult to convince the man on the other side by simply talking about the performance of the fighter jet.
However, if you take a different approach and consider the bigger picture, you'll have a better chance of persuading a man.
"We can make many mistakes, we can fail many times, but we still have a chance to beat them."
"We can find the right path through these mistakes. We can continuously correct our mistakes, grow from failures, and eventually achieve victory."
At this moment, Berman finally understood why everyone in the group called this woman a "strong woman." The aura she exuded at this moment was something even he, who had been in the officialdom for many years, had seen before.
"Sir, the tomcat is the only one we can catch up with."
"If we give up now, the gap will only widen."
"Only by trusting the male cat and giving it a new set of iron bones can we catch up with its speed, and all of this requires the contribution of our powerful industry."
"Watered with blood, we will reclaim the throne we once held."
"This will also be our mission."
Beatrice's firm tone and the confidence in her eyes about the tomcat forced Berman to reconsider.
Is there any value in further researching male cats?
Is there a better alternative?
"I will think about it."
After saying that, Berman ignored Brice and quickly walked out of the coffee shop.
After watching the other person leave, Beatrice walked back to her previous seat, picked up her coffee cup, brewed a new cup, and then sat at the bar, her gaze wandering as she thought about the tomcat's improvement plan.
In her view, as long as the people above weren't stupid, and as long as Berman wasn't blinded by profit, their tomcats were the best choice for the United States.
Now, we need to consider how to improve this male cat.
In particular, the male cat's heart must be replaced.
My fingers held the spoon and slowly stirred the coffee, releasing a hint of bitterness.