Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

This mobile phone is still produced by Motorola in the United States, Wan Feng will not believe that there is no back door in this mobile phone.

The big brother's question was put aside, and it was time to get to the point.

"Wang Zhongyuan told me on the phone that you said that a new type of heavy fighter jet appeared in the Soviet Union? What is it called?"

"Yes, the latest Soviet fighter jet. The Soviets call it Su-27, and the NATO code name is Flanker. It is a single-seat, twin-engine, all-weather air superiority heavy fighter developed by the Sukhoi Design Bureau. It belongs to the third generation of fighter jets. It first flew in 1977. It was commissioned into the army in 1986, and because it was well kept secret, the outside world seldom knew about it.”

"Then where did you get the news from? Those who sell tanks and engines told you?"

Wan Feng shook his head: "No. I have a business partner in Gongqingcheng who trades steel for us. He met a Su-27 pilot in a bar in Gongqingcheng. The Soviet Union's economy is very difficult now. How difficult is it? It’s that their pilots can’t get paid anymore, and they don’t even have money to buy alcohol. As a business partner, I bought the pilot a few drinks when I was free. Who knows that the pilot is addicted to drinking, it’s okay. I just found a business partner for a pinch of wine to drink, and I got acquainted with it after a few visits, and then I made a deal with the pilot, and spent a sum of money to get all the parameters of the Su-27."

Zhu Guoxiong nodded slightly: "China and the Soviet Union have been in a state of hostility for these years, and we know very little about the intelligence of the Soviet Union. We really don't know anything about this Su-27. What are you talking about? You got the parameters of this aircraft gone?"

Wan Feng took out the small book that Zhang Zhiyuan recorded and translated, and pushed it in front of Zhu Guoxiong.

"It was sent by our trading partner and translated by my people."

Zhu Guoxiong picked up the notebook and opened it, looked at it a few times and shouted loudly: "Guards!"

"Yes!" The young guard guarding the door rushed in.

"Call Mr. Xiao in."

"Yes!" The guard turned and went out, and after a while a soldier in civilian clothes in his forties entered the house.

"You two look at this." Zhu Guoxiong pointed to the notebook he put on the table.

Xiao Gong picked up the notebook and began to read it carefully.

Wan Feng looked at Xiao Gong, paying attention to the changes in his expression.

Xiao Gong's eyes lit up as he watched, the muscles on his face began to twist and change, and his forehead lines opened.

"Good! Great! What a nice plane."

Xiao Gong watched it for more than 20 minutes, praising it while watching.

In fact, the content recorded in that book, under normal circumstances, one person would not need to read it for five minutes.

After Xiao Gong finished reading, he closed his notebook, closed his eyes and let out a long breath.

"Mysterious machine! It is simply a perfect masterpiece."

After Xiao Gong muttered to himself, he opened his eyes suddenly: "General! Is this Maozi's latest aircraft?"

"You have to ask him that." Zhu Guoxiong grumbled at Wan Feng.

Xiao Gong's eyes turned to Wan Feng brightly: "Little comrade, is your information accurate?"

"Absolutely accurate, this is the latest Soviet heavy fighter."

"It's really a good plane. If Huaguo has such a plane, why worry about air defense, but unfortunately, we can't build it." Xiao Gong felt sad when he said this.

"If we can't make it, we can buy it back, buy it back and study it slowly, there will always be a day when it can be imitated." Wan Feng issued a suggestion.

Xiao Gong's eyes lit up again: "Bought it back, can such a good fighter jet be sold? Unless their heads are flooded."

"I think they can sell it. It's hard to get rid of it now. This thing can't be eaten as food. If you don't sell it, keep it as a painting. I heard that the country is secretly contacting the Soviet Union to buy MiG-29? That thing can't be bought. If you want to buy it, buy Su-27."

"But didn't you hear the Soviets say they want to sell Su-27?" Zhu Guoxiong didn't pay attention to how Wan Feng knew that the country was in contact with the MiG-29. Obviously, his attention had been attracted by Su-27.

"Haha! If you can sell the MiG-29,

Of course the Soviets would not take out the Su-27. "

"Xiao Gong! What do you mean, how is the Su-27 better than the MiG-29?" Zhu Guoxiong asked Xiao Gong.

"Although the MiG-29 is also an excellent aircraft, but compared with the Su-27... We haven't seen the real aircraft of the Su-27, so let's use this parameter to make a comparison. The MiG-29 is not worthy of Su-27's shoes. "

"How big is the gap?"

"Well! It's that big! The Su-27 is a heavy fighter with a large combat radius, while the MiG-29 is a light fighter with short legs. What we need is not a light fighter."

Zhu Guoxiong stood up and walked back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back.

No one in the room made a sound, and Zhu Guoxiong's footsteps could be heard.

The footsteps stopped suddenly.

"Comrade Xiaowan, ask the Soviets if they plan to sell the Su-27?"

"Grandpa, we need to make a plan first on this matter. If there is no plan, it would be bad for Maozi to rush to make a plan after selling it. Maybe it will delay the battle."

"Okay! I'll go back and advocate the introduction of the Su-27 and the fucking MiG-29. Also, ask me if there are any good things from the Soviet Union. I'll pull them here while they are weak now."

"There are many good things in the Soviet Union, modern-class destroyers, Kilo-class submarines..."

"Yes! Ask about these two things together. If the Soviet Union intends to sell, let's quickly organize an inspection team here and go over to talk. Xiao Wan, we haven't had much contact with the Soviets in these years. You two The old man played with Maozi, tell me, do you have any tricks to deal with Maozi?"

trick? Wan Feng stretched out his hand and scratched his head: "There must be someone who can drink."

"Able to drink? What kind of trick is this?"

"Hehe, let's put it this way, if we have someone who can drink all the shit under the table, not only will the negotiation go smoothly, but we can also take advantage of the price."

"Hold the grass! How much wine can you drink?"

Hearing Zhu Guoxiong's swearing, Wan Feng wanted to laugh, but he didn't dare.

"Our side must have at least one or two people who can drink at least seven or eight catties, otherwise there will be a lot of trouble in the negotiation. Based on my experience in dealing with Mao Zi in the past two years, as long as Mao Zi is confused, everything will be fine. Do more."

"Is this how you deal with Mao Zi in the past two years?"

"I have an assistant who can drink seven or eight catties. As long as he drinks the hair down, he will be successful."

Zhu Guoxiong's eyes lit up: "Do you still have such a person under your command? When the time comes to really come to the negotiating table, this person has to be lent to us."

"As long as the country needs it, that's fine."

"Okay! Let's go back right away! I'll report this Su-27 to the military department. I want this, nothing else, let's go!"

Zhu Guoxiong acted vigorously and resolutely, leaving as soon as he said, coming and going quickly, leading his group of people away like the wind.

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