Spark

Just as Wu Yihao and Morris were pretending to be courteous, the door of the reception room next door opened suddenly, and Hatim and Wang Ming walked out with smiles on their faces.

Seeing their performance, Wu Yihao was overjoyed.

This time, it probably did.

——

No, of course the contract was not directly concluded, but at least the preliminary intention should have been reached.

Morris didn't seem to understand the situation yet. He probably thought that the smile on Hatim's face was just a courtesy to his friends, so he went up to greet him as soon as he walked out the door and said hello.

"Mr. Hatim, I"

"How do you know I'm here?"

However, before he could finish speaking, Hatim frowned and interrupted him.

Morris froze for a moment.

Inquiring about the whereabouts of important officials of a country is not a big taboo in business, especially in an industry like his.

However, if the person being inquired takes the initiative to bring it up, that is another matter.

Judging by Hatim's performance, he seems to be somewhat dissatisfied with this.

But Morris reacted quickly, and he immediately thought of a reason to explain:

"Mr. Guzuli and I made an appointment to meet here. I saw your car outside, so I came over to have a look."

Hatim's brows still did not stretch, he said in a cold tone:

"You shouldn't disturb my wife's conversation with Mr. Wu—you know, they are both gardening enthusiasts, and this is just a meeting between friends."

"Of course, of course, I just came to say hello as a friend."

Morris quickly answered.

In the deal between Saudi Arabia and France, France does take the absolute initiative.

But in the transaction between himself and Hatim, the situation is different.

After all, the other party is the chief of the general staff of a country, no matter in terms of status or ability, he is far superior to himself.

I really don't know how these Chinese people can get along with him so easily.

Morris carefully observed Hatim's expression, and the latter waved his hand and said:

"Well, if there's nothing else to do, Mr. Morris, I think you can go."

"I know you are here for our cooperation, but I may not be in Riyadh in the next few days. If there is anything, you can contact my secretary."

"Understood, I wish you a happy holiday."

Morris replied a few words flatteringly before leaving the lounge in a hurry, but after the door closed, Hatim returned to smiling again.

He looked at Wang Ming at the side and said:

"Ming, as we talked, I think we should go to your country as soon as possible."

"You are still as sincere and fair as ever, if its performance is really as superior as you said, I think this will be another successful cooperation"

Two days later, the 601 test flight site.

Hatim was wearing a thick fur coat, holding a binoculars in his hand, and while observing the dark gray painted fighter plane in the distance, he said:

"Interesting, has your aesthetic finally improved? This seems to be the first time I've seen you guys paint in this color."

Hearing his words, Wang Ming on the side smiled and replied:

"This is the suggestion of one of our important engineers. He said that appearance is also part of combat effectiveness-the better the appearance, the stronger the combat effectiveness."

"Interesting statement, I hope he is not lying. Ming, can we start the test?"

Wang Ming nodded, and he waved to Lei Gang who was waiting in the distance. In the next second, a series of instructions began to be transmitted, and the "J-8" fighter plane in the distance, which was no longer like J-8, moved slowly. stand up.

Fiery and bright flames spewed out from the tail of the fighter plane, which looked particularly dazzling under the gray sky.

After a short gliding, the big dark gray bird rose from the ground and rose into the sky with a vigorous posture.

Hatim was stunned. He recalled the arc that passed before his eyes, and asked in disbelief:

"Ming, didn't you say that you are using a simplified version of the WS-10 engine? But the power seems to be no worse than the J-10 you tested before."

"certainly."

Wang Ming's tone was somewhat proud.

"The J-8 III is a heavy-duty fighter. It uses a twin-engine structure. The combined peak thrust of the two engines reaches 24 tons."

"You know, the single-machine thrust of the WP-13 engine we used before was only 6.4 tons, which is not an order of magnitude at all."

"So, the thrust of this plane is actually somewhat redundant now."

"very nice!"

Hatim nodded with emotion, and then continued:

"Can it fly acrobatics? Like complex maneuvers?"

"It's totally fine, it's just part of the show."

Just as Wang Ming finished speaking, the flying attitude of the J-8 III flying across the air at high speed suddenly changed.

Then, the plane began to climb in an arc with an astonishing angle. When it climbed to the top, the nose suddenly pressed down again, turning into a dive attitude.

Immediately afterwards, the plane began to fall at a very high speed, and pulled up again when the altitude was less than 1,000 meters.

All this seemed to be done with ease, Hatim was dumbfounded, and stammered slightly:

"It's amazing. I've only seen such maneuvers in movies before."

"Maybe the Cobra Maneuver is nothing to it."

"Ming, how did you do it?"

"Obviously your technology. It seems impolite to say so, but I feel that it seems that overnight, you have mastered the authority of Allah!"

"It was nothing short of a miracle"

Hearing Hatim's exclamation, the corner of Wang Ming's mouth curled up in a triumphant arc.

Yes, when I first saw J-8 III making such incredible maneuvers, my reaction was almost exactly the same as that of Hatim.

Rapid lift, rapid descent, extreme maneuverability, extremely stable low-speed performance.

All of this has exceeded his imagination, and also exceeded his understanding of "modern fighters".

Can this still be called a pseudo three-generation machine?

This is the third generation machine!

Even J-8 III can do this, if J-10 is optimized, how strong will it be?

——

What about item 22?

How terrifying would that fighter jet that is still in legends be?

Wang Ming took a deep breath, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and continued to speak to Hatim:

"Hatim, that's not all."

"You know, modern air combat has gradually shifted from fighting within visual range to attacking outside visual range."

"I also told you that we installed a brand-new radar system for this fighter plane. Now, we can launch attacks from beyond the line of sight."

"To show you this, we have specially prepared a target for you."

As if cooperating with his explanation, the J-8 in the air slowly climbed up. After entering the shooting angle, a burst of white smoke rose from its belly. Then, an air-to-air missile pierced the clouds and shot towards the invisible in the distance. Shuttle away in the direction.

Ten seconds later, in the empty sky, a small fire lighted up.

The missile hit the target drone.

Hatim's eyes were wide open, and his mouth did not close for a long time.

"Such precision. Ming, did you really not fake it?"

"Absolutely impossible - if you don't believe it, in the follow-up experiments, you can even send your own pilots to test the flight randomly. You know, this is a two-seater fighter."

Hatim shook his head, his eyes still fixed on the plane in the sky.

After a long time, he suddenly said:

"Ming, I really admire you both."

"In just a few decades, you have developed to this level."

"We used to be at the same starting point, but now, you have left us far behind."

"We looked around for imported fighter jets and paid a high price, but we never thought of building a fighter jet of our own like you."

"You said, why is this?"

Wang Ming was silent for a moment, then replied:

"I know why, but it's hard to explain to you."

"However... there is one thing I think you understand."

"For a country and a civilization like ours, if it doesn't get the first place, it's a failure."

"What we are chasing is just the top."

"So, we're going to keep going, by whatever means."

"Understood."

Hatim nodded solemnly.

But suddenly, a slightly mocking smile appeared on his face.

He looked at Wang Ming and said:

"Maybe these things shouldn't be discussed by the two of us. Maybe next time we have a political meeting, you should be invited to speak—that will definitely inspire our officials."

"But now."

"Give me the plane and take my money!"