Let you go on a blind date, and you report her to get 50?

All kinds of complicated and messy pipelines are densely packed, spreading all over its body like blood vessels and nerves.

Sophisticated, spectacular, and heart-pounding.

This is Chen Yang's masterpiece!

With it, the fighter is endowed with a soul!

"Xiao Chen, you are finally here."

Qiu Anbang saw Chen Yang from a distance, and waved towards him.

"give it to you."

"You come to host the test machine."

Qiu Anbang stuffed the walkie-talkie into his hand.

"Director, it's better for you to come."

"here you are."

Qiu Anbang repeated it with an emphatic tone, holding his hand vigorously, with hope and anticipation in his eyes.

"Ah."

Chen Yang nodded, and walked forward with anxiety.

A pair of eyes looked over.

There are blessings, envy, and admiration for him.

"Brother Chen, come on!"

"We will do it!"

"Brother Chen, with you here, there must be no problem!"

Words of encouragement abound.

Chen Yang took a deep breath and picked up the walkie-talkie.

"Attention all units!"

"The final assembly test of the sixth-generation advanced fighter flight control system, start!"

Chapter 47

"Canard rudder sensors are working fine."

"First aileron sensor normal."

"Flaps are working fine."

"The vertical tail is working normally."

……

On a simple and unadorned long table, rows of testing instruments are connected with the fighter's skeleton.

The members of the ninth room were sitting upright, focused, and reported the data to Chen Yang loudly.

There are also support staff in twos and threes around, all anxious and looking forward to it, not daring to show their atmosphere.

Holding the communicator, Chen Yang kept telling himself: If you can sell ducks, you can build airplanes.

When he reported to the institute for the first time that year, he was even more nervous than today.

In the evening, the teacher specially called him over for dinner.

Accompanied by Chen Yang's senior brother, he was already the deputy chief engineer of the fifth-generation aircraft at that time, and he was equivalent to the second in command in the 611 Institute.

A bowl of hand-rolled noodles, a bowl of duck blood vermicelli soup, and a roasted duck with a shiny and crispy skin and a ruddy color.

"Teacher, is this an all-duck banquet today?"

Chen Yang froze for a moment, then sat down with a smile.

"Your brother cooks, I'll help him."

"Come, let's have a taste of our craft."

Song Wenjun is full of white hair and hale and hearty.

He beckoned and gave his proud disciple Yang Wei a wink.

Chen Yang didn't eat much at noon, so he picked up the noodles and ate them to his heart's content.

While eating, he praised: "Brother, your craftsmanship is good! It's almost the same as what you sell outside. If you don't make airplanes someday, you won't be hungry if you open a shop to sell roast duck."

Yang Wei smiled and said, "I'm really a professional roast duck chef."

"Where are the noodles? How are they?"

Song Wenjun looked at him kindly.

"The noodles are very chewy, slippery and slippery, top-notch."

Chen Yang gave a thumbs up, knowing that these two had something to say.

"I'm also a professional noodle maker."

There was an indescribable emotion and nostalgia in Song Wenjun's smile.

"That year, the J-9 project finally completed the preliminary preparations. When everyone was gearing up and preparing to show their talents, the result was a paper document and the project was discontinued."

"All funds have been stopped, and people in the institute are in a state of panic and don't know what to do."

"I tell everyone, don't worry."

"Even if the country doesn't remember your hard work, I do."

"Bonuses are paid when they should be paid, and a penny of salary is indispensable. You can go to work with peace of mind and don't think too much about it."

He sighed leisurely: "I am the chief engineer of the project, and everyone works with me. I have been busy for more than half a year, and the project was cut as soon as it was said. Who can feel no resentment?"

"I'm responsible for them."

Yang Wei said with a smile: "So, teacher, you build airplanes during the day, make noodles at night, and then ask my wife to set up a stall to sell them. After several months, I finally gave everyone a bonus."

"Everyone in the institute is grateful for your kindness, and no one escaped."

"And then they tricked me into coming here."

"Tsk tsk."

He jokingly said: "Junior brother, when I came, the situation in the institute was still not much better."

"Funds are short, experience is lacking, technical capacity is weak."

"On the one hand, there are a lot of difficulties to overcome, and on the other hand, there is a lack of capital investment."

Yang Wei pointed to the roast duck on the table: "No way, the teacher and I have joined forces."

"Ducks are abundant in my hometown. Selling noodles has no technical content and low profits."

"There are more and more people in the institute, how can we do anything just by selling noodles!"

"Later, I suggested to the teacher that we have to start some new projects."

"I pooled some money and opened a roast duck restaurant."

"The blood of the duck was not wasted, so I asked my wife to set up a duck blood vermicelli soup stall at the door."

"After work, the teacher and I rode bicycles and went to the store to help."

"When it's good, I can earn two or three hundred yuan a day, which is higher than our wages!"

Chen Yang put down his chopsticks with complicated emotions.

Those who make atomic bombs are not as good as those who sell tea eggs. It is just a joke in the mouths of others.

But the teachers are those who have experienced it first-hand.

The chief engineer of the Republic's third-generation fighter, and the biggest contributor to the fifth-generation stealth fighter.

One of them sells noodles and the other sells roast duck.

In the extremely difficult situation, the R&D team in the institute was retained by the way of relying on its own business to subsidize.

"Teacher, brother..."

Chen Yang's mood fluctuated and he didn't know how to express it.

Song Wenjun patted him on the shoulder lightly: "Don't worry, the conditions are much better now, there is no need for you to set up a stall to sell ducks."

"The teacher just wants to tell you that you were not allowed to study abroad before, so don't complain."

Yang Wei couldn't help being happy.

Chen Yang's experience is very similar to his.

Both of them are the best among their peers, geniuses among geniuses.

I also had the idea of ​​studying abroad.

In the end, they were all moved by Song Wenjun with affection, and they stayed with reason.

"Teacher, I will do my best and never embarrass you."

With a serious face, Chen Yang said righteously.

"It's actually not that difficult to build an airplane."

Yang Wei gnawed on the duck leg, and said casually: "Look at me, a duck seller, why don't I still be the deputy chief teacher?"

Song Wenjun didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Don't make fun of him."

"Chen Yang, don't feel any pressure."

"I'm sure you can."

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"Brother Chen, the simulation test program is ready."

Peng Boyu was no longer flying around like usual, he raised his head and reminded in a low voice.

"The first airfoil transmission control, the test begins."

Chen Yang calmly issued the first order.

The flight control system of Institute 611 began with his teacher, Academician Song Wenjun.

After more than ten years of honing, the Republic's first fly-by-wire flight control system was born.

Later senior brother Yang Wei took over.

In the hands of this monstrous genius, the flight control system has been greatly strengthened and improved, and applied to the fifth-generation airframe.

Now the stars are moving.

Chen Yang is about to carry this banner.

If he failed, he would be ashamed of more than one or two people.

……

The sun is setting.

Night falls.

The experimental site of Institute 611 was brightly lit.

The first comprehensive test continues.

After working for eight full hours, no one feels hungry, and no one complains of being tired.

Chen Yang's eyes were bright, and his expression was not the least bit tired.

"Large elevation angle lift simulation, ready to start."

"Yes!"

Ten o'clock at night.

With the last test done.