Rebirth of the 1980s: The Military Industry Empire

The moon hangs over the willow branches, a rendezvous after dusk.

Although the willow trees haven't sprouted tender buds yet, and the north wind is still howling, far from romantic, Harel, dressed in his 960 Factory work clothes, still stood with Horev beneath a large tree, eagerly awaiting Qin Yang.

Coming from the tropics, they simply couldn't bear the cold. Although it was already spring, this sudden cold snap was even more bitter.

Watching the white vapor they exhaled, both felt a little uneasy. Why wasn't President Qin here yet? Could it be that President Qin had tricked them?

With worried eyes, they looked towards the side gate of the 960 Factory's Second Plant next to the big tree.

Creak, creak... There was movement inside!

Just as they were craning their necks and anxiously waiting, the bolt of the iron gate was opened, and a head emerged, with delicate features and an urgent voice: "Brothers, come in quickly!"

One after another, after walking for a full eight minutes, Qin Yang stopped at the entrance of a workshop. Zhang Chao, who was guarding there, greeted him: "President Qin, there's no one inside right now!"

"Good, you guard here. I'll take the guests in to have a look. If there's a situation, imitate the sound of a pigeon."

The workshop door opened, and the inside was brightly lit. An oval flat antenna stood on a special架子架子.

The long axis of the oval was seven or eight meters, but the short axis was less than half a meter. In other words, it was very flat. Under the light, it glowed with a yellow light, instantly attracting the attention of the two white men.

Whoosh! Harel took out a vernier caliper from his clothes and strode forward.

Seeing Harel's movements, Qin Yang's expression changed: "Harel, you have to be careful. Don't touch it. If you damage the opening, we'll suffer a huge loss!"

The flat slot antenna is made by cutting slots on the surface of this copper-clad flat plate. This slot is like a gully, cutting off the surface current of the metal wall. Part of the surface current bypasses the slot, while the other part flows through the slot in the form of displacement current. The electromagnetic lines of the displacement current will radiate to the outer space, and electromagnetic waves will go out in this way.

It sounds simple, but it's difficult to do. How to cut this slot is very particular.

Harel nodded: "I know. I used to be responsible for the testing of flat slot radar antennas. This caliper is specially made and will not wear out the antenna slots. I won't damage your treasure."

After speaking, he brought the vernier caliper close to the slot and began to measure with one eye closed.

"The length is five centimeters. This is an S-band radar antenna."

The length of the slot is generally half the wavelength. The commonly used S-band wavelength is ten centimeters, so the length of the opening is five centimeters. This is easy to say, but the key is the width!

Electromagnetic waves need to repeatedly reciprocate in this slot to eventually form a parallel beam, which requires very high precision in the processing of the width.

He turned the vernier caliper over and used the depth probe on the other side to measure, sighing as he measured.

"Not bad, the width error is all within 0.02 millimeters. I really don't know how you processed it!"

Horev looked to the back. The front was slotted, and the back was densely packed with waveguides, which looked very delicate, as beautiful as a work of art.

Coo, coo!

Just then, the sound of pigeons rang out outside.

"Everyone, someone's coming, we need to leave immediately," Qin Yang said.

Although they were in his own factory, it was like doing something illegal. After all, this was a military product, a classified product. If it were handled in a formal way, Qin Yang might even face a death sentence!

"No, I haven't seen enough yet."

"Brother, if you don't leave, I might be shot if the military representative finds out," Qin Yang said urgently.

So, Harel turned his head every three steps, and with Qin Yang's dragging, he left the workshop very reluctantly.

What cold, what being treated as a spy, were all put behind Harel's mind. At this time, his heart was fiery, and his mind was only filled with the shadow of that huge radar antenna.

"Okay, it's safe now." Qin Yang led the two away from the back door and stood again under the tree where they had just met. He let out a long breath: "Although I only saw it a few times, I risked my life. This deal is worth four engines and two drones. You can't go back on your word."

"Of course, we Jews keep our word. Since we said it was as a reward for seeing the antenna, we will definitely send it to you. The country has already put the things on the plane, and you will receive them tomorrow," Harel said. "Qin, this is just a small deal. Next, we hope to make a big deal."

"What deal?"

"We hope to purchase a set of antennas like yours, as well as a radome," Harel said.

Horev's eyes widened: Buy? Have you made up your mind like this?

"This antenna is produced by our factory. It's no problem to secretly produce an extra set and sell it to you, but this radome is not from our factory. I'm afraid it's difficult. Or we only sell the antenna, and you produce the radome yourself?"

Harel shook his head: "No, we need your radome."

Even an ordinary mushroom-shaped shell has its requirements. The thickness of each position must be correct, otherwise the radiation of the radar wave will be a problem. At the same time, this shell also needs to have high enough strength, after all, it has to withstand the beating of the airflow in the sky.

Israel engaged in the Phalcon early warning aircraft and made monsters with big noses and big cheeks, just because they didn't use mushroom discs. Why? They couldn't produce it themselves!

Back then, when the East and Israel cooperated, they requested to develop a large-disc phased array early warning aircraft. The Israelis were unwilling. After there was no way, they made an agreement: You solve the big disc yourself!

"If you insist, then I'll think of a way for you, but this price..."

"Price is not a problem," Harel said. "Just name your price."

"Then it's two hundred million US dollars," Qin Yang said. "You are so straightforward, so I won't be polite. Although I may be risking my life, I'm willing to go all out for a friend."

Two hundred million US dollars? Why don't you just rob someone? Harel was dumbfounded. His bottom line was 50 million US dollars! He thought the other party would at most raise it to 100 million, but now they actually want 200 million?