Rebirth of the 1980s: The Military Industry Empire

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and all sounds were still.

Zhou Shuizi Airport hadn't had any night flight training recently. To cooperate with this movie shooting, the military had suspended all training. Anyway, it was just a matter of a week or two. They were pulled out every day to watch and learn about the interesting stories of the shooting process, and the days were quite enjoyable.

Qin Yang was lying on the bunk bed looking at the stars, while Nie Xiaoqian was still downstairs washing clothes for Qin Yang. In the past few days, she, as his secretary, had also been dutiful and responsible.

Knock knock!

There was a knock on the door from outside.

"Who is it?"

"It's me!"

Qin Yang was stunned for a moment: "Old Lin?"

Nie Xiaoqian opened the door and saw a familiar figure.

"Why are you here?"

"Can't I come? Your plan has alarmed even the Princess Tomb. Everyone discussed it and sent me over to hear what kind of medicine you're selling in your gourd." Old Lin said, "Cutting the tail and wings, I guess you're the only kid in the world who dares to think like that. Tell me, what exactly are you planning?"

Qin Yang glanced outside: "Old Lin, shall we talk while walking?"

"Okay!"

Nie Xiaoqian continued washing clothes. After waiting for half an hour, Qin Yang came back, but Old Lin was gone.

"Where's Old Lin?"

"He said the matter was too big and he couldn't decide on his own, so he had to go back to report. Humph, honestly, what's the big deal? It's just a matter of a Tomcat fighter jet. The Americans can afford it!"

Back when they were filming the movie, the Americans crashed a plane and a pilot died.

Flying is inherently a high-risk business.

At this moment, Old Lin had already stepped one foot into the helicopter cabin, but he suddenly thought of something: "Forget it, if I go back, those guys will be worried and afraid and definitely won't agree. Anyway, they sent me here to make the decision!"

"Old Lin, are you still leaving?"

"Yes, but this time we're going directly to the nearby H-6 bomber base!" Old Lin muttered, "The bold are supported to death, and the timid are starved to death. Who told our air force to be poor? But if something really happens in the end, I'll carry it! Qin Yang can't have an accident. He can do more great things with his clever mind."

Old Lin said as he sat in the helicopter seat. This Zhi-5 was too old. It wouldn't be long before a large number of Black Hawks would come, and then he could sit in a Black Hawk and go everywhere.

The next day.

"Everyone, we have conducted computer simulations in China and believe that as long as the operation is proper, there will be no danger. Moreover, this shot will be more exciting." Pele Hake said, "I just don't know when your H-6 can be coordinated?"

"The H-6 is not at our base. It has to be coordinated from a nearby base, and it has to be modified, which will take some time... and funding," Qin Yang said.

This shooting was completely for the Americans, so of course it couldn't be free. After all, the J-7 is a small plane, and one takeoff and landing is two tons of fuel. The H-6 is different; it burns dozens of tons of fuel, and there are various maintenance and upkeep costs, which are very expensive.

"Funding is not a problem. We plan to give your side $500,000 in shooting fees. We originally planned to give it to you when it was completely over, but now, for the H-6 to participate, we are willing to give your side $800,000. I will write a check now."

Pele Hake picked up the checkbook, wrote the words with a swoosh, and then tore off the check and handed it to Qin Yang.

Eight hundred thousand wasn't much, but Qin Yang didn't dislike it: "Okay, then we will respectfully accept your offer. Please rest assured, we will complete the transformation as soon as possible."

"May we have our technicians participate?"

"Of course, but our bomber base is confidential, so you can only send two people over at most."

If the other party didn't send people, Qin Yang would have to find a way to get the other party to send people. Now that the other party took the initiative to ask, that was naturally the best.

"Deal!"

After getting the check, Qin Yang immediately found Nie Xiaoqian and sent her south by plane to cash the check immediately. The money was only his when it was in his account. Checks could bounce.

This day passed again. That night, Qin Yang was lying alone on the bunk bed, feeling a little uncomfortable. He looked outside with boredom and then noticed a figure walking back and forth on the grass near the runway, the cigarette in his mouth flashing on and off.

Sun Tianqing?

This guy looked like he had something on his mind? He was probably making his final choice? Whether to be infamous for ten thousand years or to rein himself in, it was up to him. Anyway, the relevant arrangements had already been made.

After finishing a cigarette, Sun Tianqing threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped on it hard twice. Then, he strode towards the direction where the American pilots lived.

Looking at his back, Qin Yang shook his head helplessly. Heaven has a road you don't take, and hell has no door, but you barge in! Just wait to be nailed to the pillar of historical shame.

The next day, the north wind was strong.

"The wind is a bit strong today. Will it affect our shooting?" Pele Hake was a little worried.

"What impact will this have? Our plane in the sky will be affected by the wind at any time. As long as the H-6, no, the Tu-16RM2 can take off normally, we have no problem!" Scholl said, "I can't wait!"

This time, Scholl was still the pilot, and Snodgrass was sitting in the rear cabin as the radar officer. Unlike the excited Scholl, he seemed a little absent-minded.

"Report, we have received a report from the H-6 bomber base that our bomber is about to take off according to the original plan!"

"Okay, it seems we have to prepare too, and meet them in the designated airspace!"

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