Rebirth of the 1980s: The Military Industry Empire

The people finally left!

Watching the convoy of vehicles transporting the missiles depart, Sayid looked at Qin Yang somewhat nervously: "President Qin, how was my performance this time?"

"Hmm, you performed very well. Here, here's twenty yuan for your hard work." Qin Yang said, taking out two ten-yuan bills.

Looking at the money, Sayid repeatedly shook his head: "President Qin, no need, as long as I didn't hold you back, it's no hard work at all. This is simply a pleasure. If it weren't for this performance, where would I have the chance to fly on a plane?"

"That won't do. How can we let you work for nothing? And you few, come over here too! Ten yuan each! Lao Ma, find a car and send them to the Nationalities Institute."

The Nationalities Institute hired them as actors? Ma Zengbin, standing to the side, almost had his eyes pop out. President Qin really knows how to disguise things!

The plane was a domestically produced Yun-8, disguised as an Iraqi transport plane after being painted with the appropriate markings.

To avoid being exposed, President Qin even arranged a few lines for himself.

Just now, watching the people getting off the plane communicating in gibberish, Ma Zengbin thought these people were Iraqis hired by President Qin.

He heard that various military factories engaged in foreign trade had Iraqis waiting to pick up goods, and that they had even had conflicts with Iranians who were also waiting to buy goods. Finding a few Iraqis wouldn't be difficult.

Who would have thought that these Iraqis were also fake, hired by President Qin from the Nationalities Institute? He didn't know if they were students or teachers.

Unless they were native-born Iraqis, it would be difficult to distinguish them. Especially since these people also spoke Arabic and English. They should be foreign language majors at the Nationalities Institute, right?

President Qin is mighty!

Ma Zengbin found a car to send these people away, feeling very emotional: "President Qin, your arrangement is truly seamless, but there are no airtight walls in the world.

If the British find out in the future that you sold Flying Fish missiles to Argentina, I'm afraid there will be big trouble."

"That would be slander. From the beginning, I've been on the side of the British. I'm sure the British will win, so how could I possibly help Argentina?" Qin Yang said.

"If anyone dares to slander me, then don't blame me for throwing mud at them!"

"Yes, yes, that's right, President Qin, you have never helped Argentina." Ma Zengbin also felt a burst of nervousness in his heart.

This task was personally arranged by Elder Lin, with the highest level of secrecy. He must not leak any secrets, otherwise his future would be ruined.

Just then, a rumbling sound came from the sky. A large passenger plane appeared in the distant sky. From Qin Yang's direction, he could see its front, with a thick nose and wide wings, like an eagle spreading its wings, with four engines hanging under the wings.

"Boeing 707? Isn't this a military airport? Judging by the look of this passenger plane, is it going to land at our airport?"

"President Qin, that's not a Boeing 707, that's our Yun-10."

Yun-10?

When he heard this name, Qin Yang felt a strange tremor in his heart.

Yun-10!

As a military industry expert, Qin Yang certainly knew about the Yun-10 project. He used to talk about it with his colleagues during meals. It was a pity that if the Yun-10 had been successful, our aerial refueling aircraft, early warning aircraft, and electronic warfare aircraft would have had a reliable platform!

The Yun-10 was born in that special era. At that time, it was intended to be a special plane for the Premier, for the Premier to ride when visiting foreign countries, to establish China's image as a major power in the international arena.

However, due to the history at the time, it was labeled with the mark of certain people, which was one of the reasons for the Yun-10's eventual downfall.

In fact, in that era, the Yun-10 was also interfered with, and the project could not be carried out normally at all. It was not until the mid-1970s that the research and development got on the fast track.

The first prototype of the Yun-10 was assembled and subjected to static testing, and the second prototype was assembled and began test flights, but because the domestically produced WS-8 turbofan engine was not developed smoothly, the JT3D civil aviation backup engine was used.

However, after entering the 1980s, the research and development of the Yun-10 slowed down. In 1986, the Yun-10 program was completely terminated because the application for 30 million yuan in fuel money was rejected.

The aluminum plates originally used to manufacture subsequent aircraft were turned into rivets by workers. Shanghai cooperated with McDonnell Douglas to produce the world's advanced MD-82 passenger aircraft, but was eventually scammed by McDonnell Douglas, and the three-step strategy was not completed!

History slapped everyone in the face: advanced technology cannot be bought, it can only be achieved through independent research!

The Yun-10 was buried, and only McDonnell Douglas and Airbus remained in the eastern sky. When people wanted to catch up in later generations, they faced even more problems. At this time, people recalled and lamented: If the Yun-10 had been successful back then, how good would that have been!

Now, should this regret be allowed to remain a regret? Of course not. He came to this era to make up for regrets!

"President Qin, President Qin!" Qin Yang's shoulder was patted, and he came back to his senses. Was he just lost in thought?

"President Qin, the Yun-10 has landed. You've been staring at this plane intently. Do you want to go over and take a look?" Ma Zengbin asked.

"Yes, let's go take a look!" Qin Yang strode over.

The cabin door opened, and a excited person stood inside: "I knew it, our own large aircraft can adapt to the climate of any city in our country! This flight to Harbin was very smooth!"

This person was wearing a Zhongshan suit, standing tall and chest out, in good spirits. Although he was over half a hundred years old, he still had a full head of black hair, exuding the vigor that only young people have.

It's hard to imagine that ten years later, he would have a full head of white hair and die in depression.

"Elder Ma, be careful, the ladder is a bit steep," someone below called out.

After all, this is not a civil airport, and there is no passenger boarding bridge. The ground crew just set up a ladder. Elder Ma smiled: "What, are you afraid I'll fall? Tell you, give me a pole, and I can slide down."

After saying that, Elder Ma stomped down.

"Hello, Elder Ma."

Following the voice, Elder Ma turned his head and saw a young man with a face full of admiration, but with a hint of pity in his eyes. Who is he? How does he know me?

"Elder Ma, this is President Qin, the general manager of Fangbei Company. He..." Ma Zengbin quickly introduced from the side, but he didn't know what to introduce next. He came to sell Flying Fish? Just in time for you to come back?

"I heard that the Yun-10 flew back, so I came here to take a look." Qin Yang took over the conversation.

"President Qin? Fangbei Company? You are a national celebrity. I'm very happy to meet you!" Elder Ma stretched out his hand and quickly shook hands with Qin Yang.

"President Qin, it is our honor that you can come to welcome our Yun-10." After the people behind came down, they also quickly greeted him.

"Elder Cheng?" Qin Yang recognized the other person at a glance: Elder Ma's assistant, the deputy chief designer of the Yun-10 project!

Elder Ma left, and Elder Cheng was also very sad, but he still did not give up his ideals. Later, the motherland began to re-develop large passenger aircraft, and Elder Cheng once again became the mainstay of the C919, and did not encounter the setbacks of the Yun-10, and has been sending the C919 to the blue sky, and harvested a large number of orders.

"Everyone says that President Qin is amazing, but I didn't expect him to have such good eyesight. President Qin, how did you recognize me?" Elder Cheng was very curious.

"Guess."

This photo is very precious, no one will forget Elder Ma