Rise From Eight Hundred

Chapter 1378 Opens up new ideas!

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

However, regardless of his name, hometown or age, the lonely middle-aged man in front of him actually matched the person in the legend.

 As for careers, who said that building airplanes does not belong to the mechanical category?

 But this is unscientific. Shouldn’t the person recorded in the book be in Spring City at this time?

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

"It's okay, it's just that this Erguotou reminds me of an old friend. During the battlefield in the southeast, he said that the wine in the north is hard to enter the throat and is not as soft and mellow as my southwest wine, but it has a manly spirit." Tang Dao responded. Quickly, he calmed down quickly.

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

 Then, Tang Dao faced the lonely man's astonishment and gently poured the wine in the glass on the ground.

 “Little brother, that 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 looked at the scars on Tang Dao's chest and back, with relief in his eyes.

 This is right! Tang Dao and his three followers, even the white-haired old man, looked like strong men. Although they were doing wild things in the market, their sitting postures were still upright. Once he said that he had been on the battlefield, everything could be said. That makes sense.

The Republic of China at this time was quite ancient. Although both parties met by chance and were vague about their identities, they were both open-minded people. Wang Zhu was knowledgeable and talented, Old Uncle Han was experienced and well-informed, and Tang Dao had the ability to see through the future. Looking at each other, several people were chatting happily at the table.

Even though Wang Zhu was a scholar, he still had the arrogance of a northerner. Not to mention the bottle of Erguotou that Wang Zhu brought, a five-pound jar from the shop was not enough.

　　The two plainclothes detectives who followed him and pretended to be diners were stunned. They didn't know the combat capabilities of the targets in these teams who required strict protection and surveillance, but their drinking capacity was something that few people could match.

"I have a hunch that you and I will meet again sooner or later. Brother, you are simpler than I thought!" Wang Zhu, who was already 70% drunk, glanced at the store as he said goodbye to Tang Dao before boarding the rickshaw. , but left a farewell message.

Tang Dao laughed dumbly. Unexpectedly, this man was quite vigilant. He had already noticed that the two men were plainclothes men. It seemed necessary to remind Shen Dajingang to improve his subordinates' business capabilities.

However, if you think about it, since this person who achieved 89 achievements can make such a big name in a foreign land by himself, I'm afraid it's not enough just by IQ.

 Tang Dao and Lonely Man probably didn’t expect that they would reunite 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 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 theater headquarters and did not publicize the achievements of the Four Troops Regiment, the Ministry of Military Affairs knew that the Four Troops Regiment played a leading role in this battle. It only sent a telegram to Commander Tang Da to return to the capital to report on his work. That's when Tang Tuanzuo is a dog! Or is He a dignified minister like a dog?

The 500,000 legal currency reward is a fringe benefit for Tang Dao when he returns to the Military and Administrative Department to report on his duties. Based on the mentality of taking nothing for nothing, Tang Dao came to the logistics department in person today to handle the matter after wandering around the mountain city for a few days.

Because he had a special pass issued by the Chief of Staff of the Ministry of Military 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 officer in charge of approving funds, he I heard pleading coming from inside.

“Director Tan, could you please increase the funding? This is not even enough for the half-year salary owed to the staff in the institute!”

"Director Wang, please come back! This is the decision of the superior officer, and I can't help. I have to receive important people. If you have any other requests, please go to the officer in charge, please!" said the man in the room. Although the logistics officer did not use any harsh words in his words, his arrogance and impatience were clearly evident.

Tang Dao frowned, but there was a smile on his lips.

With his ability to distinguish sounds and his super memory, how could he not recognize who this familiar voice came from? If it was really him, it would not be 70% to 80%, but 10% to 10%.

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

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

 “Little brother?” The man in suit suddenly froze.

Who could that be if he wasn’t Wang Zhu?

 Obviously, Tang Dao, who was dressed in military uniform and had three golden three-pointed stars on the collar badge, appeared in front of him, which was far beyond his expectation.

“Commander Tang, please come in quickly. Please come in quickly.” The person in the room who was sitting at the large desk caught a glimpse of Tang Dao and quickly stood up to greet him personally.

 Wang Zhu was even more confused.

He knew very well the virtues of the major general director in front of him. He was a typical guy who looked down upon others. He, the dignified director of the Aircraft Aviation Research Institute, was not inferior to the major general in terms of rank, but this man had never been He moved from his chair without even getting up.

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

But that second-generation official can brag like a peddler in a small market shop like that, with the river breeze blowing, eating hot pot with all his tendons exposed?

The huge contrast made this boss, who was so awesome now and in the future, completely paralyzed on the spot.

"Hey, Brother Wang, didn't you say that we would meet sooner or later! Doesn't this come true? Wait for me over there. I'll come to you after I sign the signature with Director Tan. One minute!" Tang Dao He smiled and raised a finger.

 The Major General Director who came out with a smile turned stiff.

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

However, compared to the situation when the commander of the Tang Dynasty first arrived in the mountain city and saw the military commander, he immediately became filled with murderous intent. This is already a good treatment.

In the eyes of his good friend who serves in the staff office, he would rather offend a lieutenant general than an iron head like Tang Dao who is accustomed to exchanging lives for his life after returning from the front line.

Otherwise, why would he, a major general, be so polite to a young colonel? No matter how powerful the famous anti-Japanese general is, this is the military and political department, which is the center of the entire army, not the front line.

The Army Major General is a flexible and flexible person, and he immediately welcomed Tang Dao into the office with a warm face.

  . . . . . . . . . .

 In a private room of a restaurant outside the Military and Administrative Department.

"I'm sorry, Brother Wang, the time and place were wrong yesterday, so I concealed my identity from you. I'm sorry!" Tang Dao said apologetically.

"Tang Dao, you are actually Tang Dao. No wonder I said 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 was still in disbelief. Looking at Tang Dao.

"That must be because Tantai didn't take a photo of one-tenth of my handsomeness. I guess he was afraid that I would be robbed!" 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 saying that since the state doesn't provide funding and they can't develop an aircraft, it's better not to draw the blueprints and just go to North China with a gun to fight the Japanese with you. If I let them know that the leader of the Anti-Japanese Heroes is actually a little brother I met in a small hot pot restaurant, they won’t be able to hang around me every day?”

Saying here, although Wang Xun's face was not smiling, he couldn't help but feel bitter in his eyes.

Not only does the country not provide research funds, he came to the Ministry of Military Affairs and asked for money this time. As long as the salary of the staff in the second half of 1939 is reached, half of the 40 years have passed, and there is not even half a dime. This is the case for the elders of all the researchers at the institute. Even snacks have become a problem.

Tang Dao is also silent.

 Scientists also need to eat. If eating is a problem, why not study a hammer? It was hard in the Northwest back then, and there was a famine all over the country. But even so, we had to make sure that scientists had one egg a day and had vegetables to eat, otherwise the country’s most important weapons would come from there.

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

When Tang Dao stepped off the plane and stared at the dark city, thinking of the five years in time and space where he was forced to endure the indiscriminate bombings, the tens of thousands of people who died in the bombings, and the thousands of orphans who lost their parents, Tang Dao had never been so strong. The desire fighter.

 War is always three-dimensional. Losing air supremacy is not just a question of sacrifices, but a key issue that prevents victory.

Perhaps God sensed Tang Dao’s desire, so 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 Empire on which the Sun Never Sets. In 1910, he first entered the Armstrong Naval University, where the sun never sets, and then interned at the Vickers Factory. In June 1916, he became the second graduate of MIT's aeronautical engineering program and received a master's degree in aeronautical engineering.

 At this time, it was just a sense of déjà vu as a top student, seen all over China, not common but not uncommon either.

After graduation, Wang Zhu entered a company called Pacific Aerospace Equipment Company. This company had a very famous name, but it was actually a handicraft workshop with only more than 20 employees at the 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 the first batch of master's students in aerospace engineering at MIT. Wang Zhu is a second-time graduate. The two have a common mentor. .

George has a partner named William Edward Boeing, and the two jointly founded the "American Pacific Aerospace Equipment Co., Ltd."

 At first they imitated the Martin aircraft. They studied its flaws and redesigned it, naming it the "B&W" aircraft after the two of them.

However, 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 on the battlefield again. Seeing that the company was about to go bankrupt, Westervelt couldn't bear to see this scene, so he recommended Wang Zhu to his friends.

Wang Zhu made improvements and improvements on the basis of the original aircraft, analyzed the performance and defects of the "B&W" aircraft, solved the vortex problem of the falling wing, including the problem of inflexible flight of the aircraft caused by the national fixed wing, and successfully designed the Model-c aircraft. .

Once this aircraft was launched, it was well received by the US military and successfully received an order of US$527,000 from the US military. This was the company’s first pot of gold.

 Wang Zhu’s arrival was like a “magic soldier descended from heaven” to save the small workshop that was on the verge of bankruptcy. Wang Zhu naturally became the company's first chief engineer at the age of 24.

  The name of this company in the future will be 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, his involvement with this aviation giant company was not actually that big. Wang Zhu led a group of researchers in China to develop and assemble a total of more than 200 fighter aircraft. If the war against Japan 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 into 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 is because of the word money.

The funding for the Aviation Research Institute is a secret, and Tang Dao doesn’t know it, but the director of a dignified research institute is begging his grandfather and grandma everywhere, but he only asks for a salary to survive. This funding may not be as much as Tang Dao’s in the magnificent building. It's expensive to stay in a big hotel for a month.

"This is a withdrawal certificate for 500,000 French currency. Counting the funds donated by my Four Banks Group to the Aviation Research Institute, I ask your colleagues in your institute to develop a fighter jet that can soar in our blue sky as soon as possible to comfort my dear friend." Tang Dao pondered. After a moment, he placed the voucher with two seals and signatures he just got on the table.

"Absolutely not. This is the fund that all the soldiers in your regiment have sacrificed their lives for. The families of the soldiers have lost their relatives. How can they lose their pension again? It is absolutely impossible." Wang Zhu was extremely moved, but he firmly shook his head and refused.

No matter how good or bad Tang Dao is, he just wants to say that he is making tens of thousands of gold every day, and he doesn't look down on this kind of legal currency that is not circulated smoothly in North China. Wang Zhu, who has the unique stubbornness of a scholar, refuses to accept it.

From his point of view, this money means sacrificing the lives of soldiers, and the only people who can use it are family members.

Although he is stubborn, he has a character that makes people respect him.

“I have heard you mention your best friend twice. I don’t know how he died in battle. If my guess is correct, he should be our Chinese Air Force.” Wang Zhu took the initiative to change the topic.

"His name is Le Yiqing! For me, a Sichuan native, I say that I can have a good time with him over a drink. In fact, I don't have that opportunity, but it is true that I have fought side by side with him on the battlefield. I believe that if one day I can have a drink with him, If you take a sip of Erguotou, he will definitely say that a good man should drink such a strong drink." Tang Dao's eyes showed sadness.

That day he was on the ground and Le Yiqing was at high altitude. The two sides cooperated with each other in a tacit understanding to ambush the Japanese invaders Lu Hang, killing the Japanese invaders to their death. The steel helmet of China's Jiangnan land lived up to its reputation.

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

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

However, the **** rut of history is always so stubborn. In the Battle of Jinling more than a month later, the entire flying group only had two fighter planes left. Facing the Japanese invaders' dozens of fighter planes, they bombarded the defense line. Exploded, 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 the news of his death in battle from the airmen, which was deeply painful.

It's just that Tang Dao kept this heartache in his heart. It wasn't until Wang Zhu, a senior researcher who could manufacture airplanes and could even be called the strongest aircraft designer in the country, appeared in front of him that Tang Dao was aroused by the pain again and mentioned it twice in a row. and.

From a psychological perspective, there is also resentment, resentment towards the backwardness of China’s aviation industry.

If there are enough fighter planes, the blood of those outstanding young people will be spilled in the blue sky. The graduation photo of 47 students from the 12th phase of Hangzhou Jianqiao Aviation School that appeared in the future severely hurt the hearts of the Chinese people.

  47 outstanding young people who were heroic when they graduated. By the end of the Anti-Japanese War, 45 of them had their heads painted with black frames, and only two remained.

　　Hearing the name Tang Dao said, Wang Zhu looked out the window. The middle-aged man, who was already close to knowing his destiny, had tears in his eyes.

 As both Chinese, how come he doesn’t understand the meaning of Tang Dao? In addition to heartache, there is even more helplessness!

"There will always be a way. The war will still last for a long time." Tang Dao lit a cigarette, thoughtfully.

  . . . . . . . . . . . .

"Tang Dao met the Director of Aviation Wang Zhu by chance yesterday, and they met again at the Military and Political Department today. The two of them went to the restaurant? They were guarded by his entourage. What was discussed is unknown?" The middle-aged man with thick eyebrows looked at the information about today brought by the secretary. Tang Dao's thick eyebrows furrowed as he read the information.

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

 Also, tell them that no one is allowed to touch the people at the Aviation Research Institute without my permission. Otherwise, Tang Dao will go crazy and I won’t be able to save him. "

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

Of course Tang Dao knew that some people would jump up and down because of the meeting between the two of them, but he didn't care.

His opposition to the Commander of the Second War Zone and the newcomer to the mountain city is Tang Tuanzuo's golden sign and his best protective color.

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

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

The big deal is that state-owned holdings can fly planes, but technology cannot. It is enough to develop core technical personnel into their own people.

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