Rise From Eight Hundred

It's not that Tang Dao's concentration is not strong enough.

Rather, no matter the name, hometown or age, the lonely middle-aged man in front of him actually matches the legendary man.

As for occupation, who said that airplane makers don't belong to the mechanical category?

But this is not scientific. Shouldn't the man recorded in the book be in Chuncheng at this time?

"Little brother, what are you doing?" The lonely man's shout brought Tang Dao back to reality from shock.

"It's okay, it's just that this Erguotou reminds me of an old friend. In the southeast battlefield, he said that the northern wine is strong and difficult to swallow, not as soft and mellow as my southwest wine, but it has a manly spirit." Tang Dao reacted quickly and calmed down quickly.

"Thinking of this, I want to toast him with this glass of wine first."

Then, facing the astonishment of the lonely man, Tang Dao gently poured the wine in the glass on the ground.

"Little brother's old friend" The lonely man frowned slightly.

"My old friend has died on the battlefield." Tang Dao shook his head and said no more.

The lonely man heard what Tang Dao said, and then looked at the scars on Tang Dao's chest and back, and his eyes showed relief.

That's right! Tang Dao and his three followers, even the white-haired old man, are all strong men. Although they act wildly in the market, their sitting posture is still upright. If he has been on the battlefield, everything can be explained.

The Republic of China at this time is quite ancient. Although they met by chance and both parties are vague about their identities, they are also open-minded people. Wang Zhu is knowledgeable and talented, Uncle Han is experienced and knowledgeable, and Tang Dao has a vision that can see through the future. Several people talked happily during the dinner.

Although Wang Zhu is a scholar, he also has the heroism of northerners. Let alone the bottle of Erguotou that Wang Zhu brought, he took a five-jin jar from the small shop and it was not enough.

The two plainclothes detectives who followed and pretended to be customers were stunned. They didn't know how strong the targets who were required to be closely protected and monitored were, but few people could match their drinking capacity.

"I have a feeling that you and I will meet again sooner or later. Brother, you are more than I thought!" Wang Zhu, who was already drunk, glanced at the store before saying goodbye to Tang Dao before getting on the rickshaw, but left a farewell word.

Tang Dao laughed dumbly. He didn't expect that this old man was quite vigilant. He had already seen that the two were plainclothes. It seems necessary to remind Shen Dajinang to improve the business ability of his subordinates.

However, thinking about the fact that this person who is 80% to 90% likely to be that person can make such a big name in a foreign land alone, it is probably far from enough to rely on IQ alone.

But Tang Dao and the lonely man may not have expected that the two would meet so soon.

It was only less than 10 hours apart.

On the second day, Tang Dao went to the logistics department under the Ministry of Military and Political Affairs to sign and receive the reward. This was also one of the benefits of Tang Dao returning to the mountain city to report on his work.

Although the battle of Zishan was suppressed by the war zone command and the achievements of the Four-Line Regiment were not widely publicized, the Ministry of Military and Political Affairs knew the leading role played by the Four-Line Regiment in this battle. Just a telegram ordered Tang Datuanzhang to return to the capital to report on his work. Is that a dog? Or a dog of the great Minister He?

The reward of 500,000 French francs is the additional benefit of Tang Dao returning to the Ministry of Military and Political Affairs to report on his work. Tang Dao, with the idea of ​​not taking it for nothing, went to the logistics department in person today to handle it after wandering in the mountain city for a few days.

Because he had a special pass issued by the chief of staff of the Ministry of Military and Political Affairs, Tang Dao entered the small building close to the mountain without much effort. As soon as he walked to the office of the logistics chief who was in charge of approving funds, he heard a pleading voice from inside.

"Director Tan, can you please increase the funding? This is not enough to pay the half-year salary owed to the staff in the institute!"

"Director Wang, please go back! This is a decision made by the superiors, and I can't help. I still have to receive important people. If you have any other requests, please go to the officer in charge, please!" Although the logistics officer in the room did not say anything bad, his arrogance and impatience were already evident.

Tang Dao frowned, but a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

With his ability to distinguish voices and super memory, how could he not hear who this familiar voice came from? If it was really him, it would not be 70% or 80%, but 100%.

Not everyone is qualified to enter this military stronghold that is protected by at least one armed guard platoon and is responsible for the logistics needs of millions of troops across the country.

The door opened, and the man in a suit, who was almost driven out and looked lonely and embarrassed, and Tang Dao, who was wearing an army colonel uniform, looked at each other.

"Little brother?" The man in the suit was suddenly stunned.

Who else could it be but Wang Zhu?

Obviously, the Tang Dao in military uniform with three golden triangle stars on the collar badge appeared in front of him, which was far beyond his expectation.

"Captain Tang, please come in quickly." The man who was originally sitting in front of the large desk in the room saw the appearance of Tang Dao and stood up and greeted him in person.

Wang Zhu was even more confused.

He knew very well what kind of character this major general director in front of him was. He was a typical dog-eyed guy who looked down on others. He was the director of the Aircraft and Aviation Research Institute, and his rank was not inferior to that of a major general, but this guy had never moved from his chair, not even getting up.

But at this moment, this guy actually walked out of the door to greet an army colonel who was lower in rank than him. Who was this little brother he met last night? A second-generation official?

But that second-generation official could brag like a peddler in such a small shop, blowing the river breeze, showing off his tendon meat and eating hot pot?

The huge contrast made this big boss who is so powerful now and in the future unable to do anything on the spot.

"Hehe, Brother Wang, didn't you say that we would meet sooner or later? Isn't this true? Wait for me over there, I'll come to you after I get Director Tan to sign, one minute!" Tang Dao smiled and raised a finger.

The smiling Major General Director's face froze.

Obviously, Tang Dao was venting his anger for Director Wang, whom he had just politely "asked" to leave.

However, compared with the murderous aura that immediately filled the eyes of Commander Tang when he first arrived in Shancheng and saw the people of the Military Control Commission, this is already a good treatment.

In the eyes of his good friend who works in the General Staff Office, he would rather offend the lieutenant general than offend Tang Dao, who is used to exchanging his life for his own after returning from the front line.

Otherwise, why would he, a Major General Director, be so polite to a small colonel? No matter how powerful the anti-Japanese general is, this is the Military and Political Department, the center of the entire army, not the front line.

The major general of the army was a flexible person, and he immediately welcomed Tang Dao into his office with a warm face.

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In a private room of a restaurant outside the Ministry of Military Affairs.

"I'm sorry, Brother Wang, the timing and place yesterday were not right, so I concealed my identity from you. I'm sorry!" Tang Dao said apologetically.

"Tang Dao, you are Tang Dao, no wonder I think you look familiar. It turns out that I have seen you in the newspaper a long time ago, but you are much more handsome in person than in the photo." Wang Zhu still looked at Tang Dao in disbelief.

"That must be because Tan Tai didn't take a photo of me that was one-tenth as handsome as me. I guess he was afraid that I would be snatched away by someone!" Tang Dao smiled slightly.

"Haha, that must be the case." Wang Zhu laughed.

"You don't know how much the young people in my institute admire you. Many of them are shouting that since the country doesn't give them funding and they can't research airplanes, they might as well not draw blueprints and just carry guns to North China to fight the Japanese. If they knew that the anti-Japanese hero regiment leader was actually a little brother I met in a small hot pot restaurant, wouldn't they be hanging around me every day?"

Speaking of this, Wang Zhu's face was still smiling, but his eyes couldn't help but surge with bitterness.

The country not only doesn't give research funding, but he came to the Military and Political Department to ask for money this time. As long as the staff salaries in the second half of 1939, half of 1940 has passed, and there is not a penny. This is a problem for the whole institute's researchers to eat.

Tang Dao was also silent.

Scientists also need to eat. If eating is a problem, what's the point of research.

The Northwest was miserable back then, and there was famine all over the country, but even so, scientists had to be guaranteed an egg a day and vegetables to eat, otherwise where would the country's heavy equipment come from.

In fact, last night, the name Wang Zhu slid through Tang Dao's mind again and again.

When Tang Dao stepped off the plane and stared at the dark city, he recalled the five years of bombing that he had to endure, tens of thousands of people who died in the bombing, and thousands of orphans who lost their parents. Tang Dao had never been so eager for a fighter plane.

War is always three-dimensional. Losing air supremacy is not just a matter of sacrifice, but a key issue of not being able to win.

Perhaps God felt Tang Dao's desire, and Wang Zhu appeared in Tang Dao's world. Who is Wang Zhu?

Wang Zhu's life is very simple. In August 1909, Wang Zhu was sent to study in the British Empire. In 1910, he first entered the Armstrong Naval University of the British Empire, and then went to the Vickers factory for an internship. In June 1916, he became a second-term graduate of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology's Aeronautical Engineering and obtained a master's degree in aeronautical engineering.

At this time, he was just a high-achieving student. Looking at the whole of China, he was not rare but not uncommon.

After graduation, Wang Zhu joined a company called Pacific Aerospace Equipment Company. The name of this company is very loud, but in fact it was a workshop with only more than 20 employees at that time.

So why did Wang Zhu choose this company? Because it was recommended by his good friend and senior brother. This senior brother is named George Westervelt. He is also one of the first batch of master students in aerospace engineering at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. Wang Zhu is a graduate of the second batch, and the two have a common mentor.

George has a partner named William Edward Boeing. The two of them jointly founded "Pacific Aerospace Equipment Co., Ltd.".

At first, they imitated the Martin aircraft. They studied its defects and redesigned it, and named it "Bap;W" aircraft after the two of them.

But this aircraft did not meet the standards of the US military. The take-off and landing efficiency was too low and it could not be sold at all. At this time, George was drafted to serve in the battlefield again. Seeing that the company was about to go bankrupt, Westervelt could not bear to see this scene, so he recommended Wang Zhu to his friend.

Wang Zhu improved and modified the original aircraft, analyzed the performance and defects of the "Bap;W" aircraft, solved the vortex problem of the falling wing, including the problem that the fixed wing caused the aircraft to fly inflexibly, and successfully designed the Model-C aircraft.

Once this aircraft was launched, it was well received by the US military and successfully received a $70,000 order from the US military, which was the company's first pot of gold

Wang Zhu's arrival was like a "divine soldier from heaven" to save the small workshop on the verge of bankruptcy. Wang Zhu naturally became the company's first chief engineer at the age of 24.

And the company was later called Boeing.

If Wang Zhu, who was determined to serve his country, resigned from the United States and returned to his motherland at the end of 1917, and his involvement with this aviation giant was not that big, and Wang Zhu led a group of researchers in China to develop and assemble more than 200 fighter planes to fight against Japan, which was just a drop in the bucket, then a student he once taught and recommended to study at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology in the United States eventually grew up to be a scientist known as the father of Chinese aerospace.

This alone is enough to make him famous in history.

But in fact, Tang Dao knew that this man's ability in aircraft manufacturing far exceeded what he had achieved so far.

All this was because of the word money.

The funding for the Aviation Research Institute was a secret, and Tang Dao did not know it, but as a director of a research institute, he begged for a salary to survive, which might not be as high as Tang Dao's one-month stay in that magnificent hotel.

"This is a withdrawal voucher for 500,000 French francs, which is the funds donated by my Four Banks Group to the Aviation Research Institute. I ask your colleagues to develop a fighter plane that can fly in my blue sky as soon as possible to comfort my dear friend." Tang Dao pondered for a moment and put the voucher with two seals and signatures on the table.

"Absolutely not. This is the funds that your entire regiment has fought for with their lives. The families of the soldiers have lost their loved ones, how can they lose the pension again? Absolutely not." Wang Zhu was extremely moved, but he shook his head firmly and refused.

No matter how Tang Dao said it, he wanted to say that he was making a lot of money now and didn't look down on this kind of French franc that was not circulated well in North China. Wang Zhu, who had the stubbornness of a scholar, refused to accept it.

In his opinion, this money was the sacrifice of the lives of the soldiers, and the only people who could use it were the family members.

Although stubborn, he had a character that was respectful enough to make people feel.

"I have heard you mention my dear friend twice. I don't know how he died on the battlefield. If I guess correctly, he should be my Chinese Air Force." Wang Zhu took the initiative to change the subject.

"His name is Le Yiqing! I am from Sichuan. I said I had a drink with him. Actually, I didn't have that chance. But it is true that I fought side by side with him on the battlefield. I believe that if I can drink Erguotou with him one day, he will definitely say that a good man should drink such strong liquor." Tang Dao's eyes showed pain.

That day he was on the ground and Le Yiqing was in the sky. The two sides cooperated tacitly to ambush the Japanese land aviation and killed the Japanese invaders. The reputation of the steel helmet of the Jiangnan land of China is well-deserved.

Tang Dao still remembers that after the battle, the few remaining fighter planes, led by that person, roared across the battlefield at high speed. At a distance of hundreds of meters, the Chinese soldiers on the ground and in the sky saluted each other.

Although he and Le Yiqing could not see each other's faces, the friendship of fighting side by side was established.

However, the damn rut of history is always so stubborn. In the defense of Nanjing more than a month later, there were only two fighter planes left in the entire flight squadron. Facing the bombing of the defense line by more than a dozen Japanese fighter planes, Le Yiqing and his only remaining wingman went into battle.

Since then, he has never returned.

It was not until Tang Dao helped Chen Huaimin's coffin back to Jiangcheng that he learned from the air force that he had died in the battle, and he felt deeply sad.

But Tang Dao kept this heartache in his heart until Wang Zhu, a senior researcher who could manufacture aircraft and even the strongest aircraft designer in the country, appeared in front of him. Tang Dao was reminded of the hidden pain again and mentioned it twice in a row.

From a psychological perspective, there is also resentment in this, resentment for the backwardness of China's aviation industry.

If there were enough fighter planes, why would those outstanding young people shed their blood in the blue sky? The graduation photo of 47 students of the twelfth phase of Hangzhou Jiangqiao Aviation School, which appeared in the future, hurt the hearts of the Chinese people.

Of the 47 outstanding young people who graduated with heroic spirits, by the end of the Anti-Japanese War, 45 of them had their portraits framed in black, leaving only two.

Hearing the name Tang Dao said, Wang Zhu looked out the window, and the middle-aged man, who was already close to knowing his destiny, was full of tears.

As a fellow Chinese, how could he not understand what Tang Dao meant? Besides the heartache, he was more helpless!

"There will always be a way, the war will last a long time" Tang Dao lit a cigarette, thinking.

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"Tang Dao and the director of the Aviation Institute, Wang Zhu, met by chance yesterday, and met again in the Military and Political Department today. The two went to the restaurant? His entourage was guarding outside, and the content of the conversation was unknown?" The middle-aged man with thick eyebrows frowned fiercely as he looked at the information about Tang Dao brought by the secretary today.

"How could a researcher who is down and out and an aviation research institute that is destined to achieve nothing get Tang Dao's attention? I don't believe that they met by chance yesterday. They must have had contact before. Tell Captain Shen to check Wang Zhu's whereabouts in the past few days. I want to know who he has contacted.

Also, tell them that no one can touch anyone from the aviation research institute without my permission, otherwise, Tang Dao will go crazy and I can't save him."

Evidence is the truth! As the number one person in China's intelligence agency, the middle-aged man with thick eyebrows will not be deceived by appearances.

Tang Dao certainly knows that some people will jump up and down because of their meeting, but he doesn't care.

He contradicted the commander of the second war zone and his recklessness when he first arrived in Shancheng. This is the golden signboard of Tang Tuanzuo and his best protective color.

Whoever wants to provoke him must first try whether his knife is fast enough.

The unexpected meeting with Wang Zhu opened up a new idea for him. If the state-owned enterprise has no money, then can public-private cooperation work?

At most, the state-owned holding means that the aircraft can run, but the technology cannot run away. It will be enough to develop the core technical personnel into their own people.

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