The Research Institute is in Trouble

Chapter 55 The Research Institute is in Trouble

Inside the auditorium of the Jiangnan Arsenal.

The moment Wu Zu gently placed the chalk into the chalk box, a burst of enthusiastic applause suddenly rang out.

As the applause subsided, Wu Zu smiled faintly and bowed deeply to the crowd.

"I have now finished explaining all the technical details of the Type 99A main battle tank. If you still have any questions, you can go to the archives to consult the relevant materials."

The audience members all stood up.

Goodbye, Teacher Wu!

Goodbye, Teacher Wu!

Seeing the respect everyone showed him, Wu Zu felt that everything he had done for the country had been meaningful.

As I stepped out of the auditorium, a green pickup truck came into view, seemingly having been waiting for quite some time.

Lei Fu hurried over, carrying a bag.

"Ah Zu, the journey to the Northwest is long, so please take these things with you."

Wu Zu was somewhat surprised. He took the bag and saw that it was filled with all sorts of snacks.

"Uh—thank you, Uncle Lei."

"Haha, you're welcome. Come back as soon as you're done, and I'll pick you up at the station."

"Uh-huh.

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Wu Zu took the things and got into the car.

At this moment, Wu Shuanzhu walked to the car and said to Wu Guodong, who was sitting in the passenger seat, "My eldest grandson is going with you this time, so you must take good care of him. If he loses even a single hair, I won't let you off the hook."

Wu Guodong smiled ingratiatingly: "You can rest assured, we will definitely take good care of Azu."

"That's good, let's go."

Wu Shuanzhu waved to Wu Zu, his eyes slightly red.

For so many years, his grandson has always been by his side, and he couldn't help but feel a little reluctant to leave him on this long trip.

Wu Zu waved goodbye to the old man and the others until their figures disappeared from sight.

After getting into the car, Liu Xuelan gently patted Wu Guodong in the passenger seat.

"Did you tell the dean when we'll arrive?"

"I told you, the dean said he would send someone to pick us up."

At this point, Wu Guodong revealed a mysterious smile.

"I also heard that the technicians from the Yanjing Aircraft Factory have arrived, probably to assign us tasks."

Liu Xuelan's eyes lit up immediately: "That's great! We should be able to start researching air-to-air missiles when we get back."

She turned to look at Wu Zu: "Your radar technology will come in handy then, and the dean will be very happy to know."

Wu Zu didn't seem to care much about this; at this moment, his mind was filled with images of the J-10 fighter jet.

"Dad, you just said that technicians from the Yanjing Air Force Factory have arrived. Does that mean your research institute is only responsible for developing air-to-air missiles?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Guodong and Liu Xuelan were both taken aback.

"Isn't one air-to-air missile enough? What else do you want to research?"

Wu Zu shrugged: "Isn't researching fighter jets a good thing?"

The two couldn't help but laugh.

"Don't overthink it. The government has already arranged the jobs. We just need to follow orders."

"Yes, a fighter jet requires countless parts, and it's not something a single factory can do alone. We're already doing quite well by being responsible for the air-to-air missiles."

Northwest Ordnance Research Institute, Director's Office.

Dean Han Xueheng smiled and shook hands with a middle-aged man in a Zhongshan suit.

"Comrade Sun Zi, I didn't expect you to arrive so quickly. You should have informed us in advance so that we could have sent someone to greet you."

Sun Zi laughed heartily and patted Han Xueheng's hand.

"We were afraid you'd give us a proper welcome, so we came quietly."

"Oh dear, we weren't prepared at all. You must be tired from your journey. I'll send someone to arrange accommodations for you right away."

Han Xueheng was about to make a phone call when Sun Zi quickly shook her head to stop him.

"No, no, no, we're here mainly to assign tasks. Let's get down to business first, and we can deal with those trivial matters later."

"Alright, alright, then I'll show you around the Northwest Weaponry Research Institute first."

"no problem."

Therefore, Han Xueheng personally led Sun Zi and his group on a tour of the Northwest Weaponry Research Institute.

The Northwest Ordnance Research Institute was established in the early days of the People's Republic of China and mainly engages in the research and development of high-precision weapons and equipment.

In recent years, with the rapid development of China's basic industries, many of the research institute's projects have gradually branched out.

Currently, it mainly consists of two departments: the Radar Department and the Missile Research Department.

Sun Zi toured the somewhat outdated research institute and gained a general understanding of its basic conditions.

After the visit, he immediately said to Han Xueheng, "Dean Han, we need to report the situation of the Northwest Research Institute to our superiors first. As for how to allocate the J-8 fighter jet technology, that will have to be decided by our superiors."

Upon hearing this, Han Xueheng's heart skipped a beat, sensing that something was wrong.

Before we came, we clearly agreed that we would entrust them with the development of the PL-10 air-to-air missile.

After showing Sun Zi around, the other party said they needed to report to their superiors before making a decision. This clearly indicated that the research institute's capabilities did not meet their requirements, and they were just using a euphemism to convey the result.

"No, Comrade Sun Zi, don't be fooled by our somewhat outdated facilities. Our technicians are all very skilled."

As he spoke, he took out several certificates of merit and handed them over.

"Look, comrades like Wu Guodong and Liu Xuelan are outstanding talents in radar technology in China."

Seeing how nervous Han Xueheng was.

"Dean Han, this matter still needs to be arranged by our superiors. I'm only responsible for compiling statistics on our research institute. Please don't worry, just wait for news."

He then got up to leave.

Seeing this, Han Xueheng quickly followed, saying, "Comrade Sun Zi, it's already noon. Why don't you stay for lunch before you leave?"

Sun Zi shook his head. "We won't trouble Dean Han any further. We're going to the Northwest Military Industry Group later. Goodbye."

Sun Zi waved to Han Xueheng: "Dean Han, please wait."

Watching Sun Zi and the others get into the car and leave, Han Xueheng felt extremely sad.

"What's going on? They clearly agreed to give us the task, how could they go back on their word!"

Thinking of this, he scratched his head anxiously.

Just then, an assistant rushed in.

"Dean, Comrades Wu Guodong and Liu Xuelan will arrive at the airport this afternoon. Shall we go pick them up?"

Han Xueheng was in no mood for that at the moment, and waved his hand, saying, "Find someone to make the arrangements."

At this moment, on the highway outside the Northwest Weaponry Research Institute, Sun Zi sat in the back seat of the car, took out a form, and checked the "unqualified" column corresponding to the Northwest Weaponry Research Institute.

A colleague nearby couldn't help but ask, "Are you really not giving them a chance?"

Sun Zi capped his pen. "As you can see, the equipment is too outdated. It's impossible to build an air-to-air missile. Let's hand the task over to other research institutes."

"Ah, what a pity. The Northwest Ordnance Research Institute used to produce a lot of advanced equipment, but now it has declined."

"Yes, the higher-ups mean that once this mission is over, they'll shut down this research institute."

Those nearby were taken aback: "Huh? Completely ban it? Not giving them any chance at all?"

"If they can demonstrate outstanding skills, that would be a different story, but—heh."

Sun Zi just smiled and didn't say anything more, but his meaning was clear: he felt that the Northwest Weapon Research Institute was unlikely to come up with any outstanding technology.