Rebirth: Rising from the Far East

He walked up to Zhao Licheng and bowed his head calmly.

"Old Zhao, the business you have done this time is too valuable. With this Su-27, our Bingcheng Factory may not be able to go further."

Zhao Licheng brushed his beard proudly, but he didn't look at Sun Jianguo directly.

In order to make this deal with Yucheng, he had to suffer a lot of dumb losses.

Among them, Sun Jianguo caused the most stumbling blocks.

He has a small mind!

Seeing this, Sun Jianguo gritted his teeth, and Chen Ken said: "This time it's my fault, Lao Zhao, I apologize to you here."

As he spoke, he bowed and apologized to Zhao Licheng in front of everyone present.

"Hey, that's not the case, old grandson."

Zhao Licheng quickly pulled Sun Jianguo back.

He just put on airs in his heart, how could he have thought that Sun Jianguo would be so bold this time.

No matter how big the conflict between them is, it just stays in the different ideas of working for the country and working for the factory.

Which of the old technical people of their era is not for the country and for the family.

After the two reconciled, the manufacturing plant was also relieved, and they devoted themselves to the anatomical study of the Su-27.

Three days later, Zhao Licheng, who was sitting in the office, looked at the detailed data in his hand.

He had already expected it, but after seeing this data, his evaluation of the Mao country's technology and the third-generation fighter jets has once again risen to a higher level.

He stared wide-eyed, concentrating on flipping through the data in his hand page by page.

Then......

He immediately picked up the phone in his hand and dialed a number.

"Hello, is this Old Liu?"

"Yes, it's my old Zhao. Aren't you leading the team to Mao country next month?"

"Mig, Mao is going to sell you MiG's latest model, the MiG-29? You've been fooled..."

Zhao Licheng said eagerly: "No MiG-29, no MiG-29, after you go to Mao, directly apply to Moscow for the purchase of Su-27."

"What is the Su-27?" Zhao Licheng laughed angrily: "Old Liu, don't you care about the latest aircraft models in the world? Last year at the International Air Show, Mao's Su-27 won so many awards. you do not know?"

"It's not a fake, it's not a concept machine that stays in the concept."

Zhao Licheng said: "Wait a minute, I have a copy of the latest data of Su-27. Do you have a fax machine? I'll send it to you."

Zhao Licheng put the phone aside, immediately put the data in his hand into the fax machine, and started to operate the machine.

At the same time, in a certain office in Kyoto, a middle-aged man with glasses and military uniform looked at the data sent by the fax machine, he was puzzled at first, and then flipped through the pages one by one.

Slower and slower.

In the end, his eyes stared straight out, staring at each row of numbers on the paper for comparison.

This is a data performance comparison table between the domestic J-9 and an unknown fighter.

It's been a long time.

The middle-aged man immediately picked up the microphone on the side, and couldn't wait to say: "Old Zhao, where did you get this data from? I want to see all the results."

He took a deep breath, hid the horror in his heart, and said meaningfully: "Important, this is too important, this is related to the aviation safety of the country within ten years!"

Yucheng didn't know, because his actions directly rewrote the history of domestic aviation. .

Chapter 43: Money can’t buy me joy, money can’t buy me willing! (Seeking collection, asking for evaluation, asking for flowers 2/4)

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Licheng had a smug smile on his face.

An old face smiled into a chrysanthemum.

"Hmph, everyone said I was crazy back then. How about now, haha, Yucheng is indeed my lucky general!"

Mentioning this, Zhao Licheng immediately remembered that there was still something to do.

"By the way, I said that I will help that kid get rid of all the planes in his hand. I have been really busy these days." He picked up the phone and dialed a number, and then dialed back to himself. Gu Zidao: "I really don't know how much trouble this kid has caused in Mao country, and he has so many goods in his hand."

......

at the same time!

Military compound, night, dinner at the Zhang family.

"Baishan, why are you free to come back for dinner this time? It's not time for the army to go on vacation!"

Mother Zhang added a bowl of rice to her son and said concernedly.

"Mom, I..." Zhang Baishan was about to answer while holding the meal.

"Cough." The middle-aged man sitting beside him coughed with a serious expression, "Don't mention things that involve confidentiality regulations."

The gentle woman raised her eyebrows after hearing her husband's words: "Hmph, am I the only outsider in this family, what kind of confidentiality policy is not confidentiality policy, aren't you the commander of the military region? Can his affairs be kept secret from you? Besides, the mother is concerned about what happened to her son, isn't she, Baishan?"

Zhang Baishan is rough on the outside, but at home, especially in front of his father, he dare not be dishonest.

"Mom, Dad, there is nothing to keep secret, but Uncle Zhao bought a plane and asked our army to escort it. Now the plane is being studied by the Bingcheng Aircraft Factory. I will go home when I am free. "

Not only was he born in peace, but he was completely dismembered!

The group of experts really worked hard for the research, for three days and three nights, they didn't even close their eyes.

And I heard from them that after dismantling, the next step is to put them all back together.

"Airplane?" Zhang Jianxun thought for a while, and continued: "Is it the old Zhao who applied repeatedly and mobilized more than 1 million resources in the Northeast, and he wanted to buy that airplane?"

Hearing the word airplane, the girl in the fringe skirt opposite Zhang Baishan raised her eyebrows.

Zhang Baishan glanced at his sister, nodded meaningfully, and said, "Yes, that's the one. But after seeing that plane, I think it's worth more than [-] million yuan. Dad, you haven't seen it. When the plane enters After entering the factory building, the experts and senior engineers there were all excited."

Zhang Jianxun naturally knew that this aircraft was the Su-27, and after hearing the manufacturer's reaction, he knew the value of this aircraft in his heart.

"I heard from Lao Zhao that this plane was brought over from Mao by a poor man. Have you seen him?"

Even he felt incredible that he could get a fighter jet back from the country of Mao.

"I've met him, he is indeed a very interesting person." Zhang Baishan talked about the business, very seriously: "I saw in him a self-confidence that far exceeds that of his peers, but he still has the publicity of a young man, and his temperament is very unique. Did you know, Dad? He came straight back in the back of that plane."

An ordinary person who has not been trained dares to be the back seat of a fighter jet?

And it flew over from the territory of Mao.

This guts...

Zhang Jianxun was surprised.

He didn't notice that the expression of his daughter in the lower left corner changed for the first time.

Zhang Baiqing didn't speak, but his ears perked up.

"Wait... You said young people, this man is not very old?" Zhang Jianxun asked after reacting.

Zhang Baishan said solemnly: "Looking at the appearance, he is younger than me."

As he spoke, he put his eyes on Zhang Baiqing and said, "It seems to be about the same age as Qingqing... No, it seems to be younger than Qingqing."

"Humph."

"Zhang Baishan, what do you mean by that? Are you saying that I am old?" Zhang Baiqing said with a displeased expression.

This is the first time she has spoken because of age.

Zhang Baishan laughed loudly: "Haha, my sister is of course young, but you are usually too aura, if I stand next to you, others may think you are the elder sister and I am the younger brother!"

"But...Dad, Yucheng is really young. From the looks of it, he might be in his early 20s."

"Only in his early 20s?"

Not only Zhang Jianxun was surprised, but Zhang's mother who had been listening was also very surprised.

"The person who can travel between Mao and Xia, and even spare the planes, is only in his early 20s... This young man named Yucheng is interesting, interesting!" Zhang Jianxun clapped his hands and laughed.

"Dad, this is not the only thing that is interesting!"

"Oh?"

Zhang Baishan looked at the corner of his mouth with a smile, and glanced at his sister who was eating slowly opposite.

"This is the first time Yucheng met me, so he asked for my sister's name." Zhang Baishan paused intentionally, then looked at the expressions of his parents and sister and continued: "Then just call me uncle, whether you think it's interesting or not ?”

"Calling you uncle?" Zhang's mother was surprised, and turned her expression to her daughter: "Qingqing, do you know this Yucheng?"

Ever since Zhang Baiqing opened the door, I don't know how many admirers since I was a child, but there are no ones who dare to pursue Zhang Baiqing, let alone call Zhang Baishan uncle.

So not only Zhang's mother was surprised, but Zhang Jianxun was also surprised.

Only Zhang Baiqing acted as if the matter had nothing to do with her.

She replied calmly: "Yes, I introduced Uncle Zhao to him, and he is indeed younger than me, maybe only 20!"

"20?" Zhang's mother murmured a few words: "You will be 23 years old in two months, and it's just right for a third-year girl to hold a golden brick!"

"Mom, don't mess with the mandarin ducks." Zhang Baiqing's expression remained indifferent: "Although Yucheng is good, it's just good, and it's still far from what I want!"

Hearing this, Zhang's mother sighed and said, "Demand, demand, you have been asking for demand since you were a child, tell me what your request is. Don't mention Yucheng, there are so many young heroes in Beijing, many of them are The son of your father's old comrade-in-arms, there are many good conditions, tell me about you, who has been admired since childhood?"

"Qingqing, listen to what Mom said. Although our family doesn't need you to get married like an old family in the old era, but you are so arrogant, I really can't think of anyone in the capital who is worthy of you. Are you really planning to marry me?" Don't you want to marry for the rest of your life?"

"You can't even beat me and make me admit it. What's the point of marrying that kind of person?"

Zhang Baiqing said disdainfully: "Just those second generations in Kyoto? There are a lot of wine bags and rice bags, and they look good but they don't work."

As she spoke, she continued: "If Yucheng is really better than me in the future, if he really meets my requirements and convinces me, even if he is of ordinary background, I will fall in love with him, so what if I marry him?"

Money can't buy me joy!

Money is hard to buy, I am willing!

Zhang Jianxun and Zhang's mother didn't react at all when Zhang Baiqing's words came out, they just sighed.

They have long been aware of their daughter's strength and having her own ideas.

It's just, where can I find a man like the one my daughter said!

Is my daughter really going to die alone?

The husband and wife sighed in unison.

Only Zhang Baishan at the side secretly gave his sister a thumbs up.

From childhood to adulthood, she still looks like a queen!

It's just that he didn't know that his sister's heart was also disturbed at this moment.

"Yucheng..."

(Four changes today, try to put it on the shelves the day after tomorrow, I hope to sprint again before it goes on the shelves, please ask for flowers, evaluations, monthly tickets and comments).

Chapter 44: Putian Timber Gang, suppress! (ask for collection, ask for flowers, ask for evaluation 3/4)

"Xiao Ling'er, brother is gone." Yu Cheng withdrew from a large mansion,

But he hadn't waited for him to go far.

A fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl hugged his arm, raised her head, her delicate face was full of reluctance: "Brother, when will you come to see me next time!"

Feeling the softness between his arms, Yu Cheng didn't have any thoughts in his mind.

Wang Zhongling is the younger sister he watched and grew up with.

He patted her head and said with a smile: "Xiao Ling'er, don't worry, brother will come to see you when he is free."

After finishing speaking, Yucheng looked at the two honest middle-aged couples in the yard again, and said apologetically, "Auntie, Uncle, I'm sorry, Wuzi Xiaopang is still helping me with things outside, and I couldn't come back to do my filial piety for you. I will see you more often."

"Hey, why are you saying these things!" The bearded man said loudly, "Those two boys have played with you since they were young. If it weren't for you, relying on the abilities of the two of them, how could they buy us such a big boy?" house. And don’t buy any more gifts in the future, we all have them, last time the second child was at home, I took everything from home, it was enough.”

"Hey, uncle, aunt, Xiaopang took it to show respect to your two elders, and I brought something to see my uncle and aunt, how can it be the same?"

"Brother, what about me?"

Wang Zhongling stared at Yucheng with flickering eyes, and said coquettishly.

"Haha, of course I bought it for you too."

All three of Yucheng laughed.