Seventh Machinery Department.

Mr. Wang rubbed his brows and felt depressed.

On the side, Mr. Qin closed his eyes and rested.

Mr. Zhang next to him also had a stern look on his face.

The three of them stayed in the room all afternoon and said no more than ten sentences.

There's really nothing to say.

Ring ring ring

The phone rang suddenly. Mr. Wang looked at the two of them and finally picked up helplessly.

"Hey, chief, it's me."

"We are studying it, yes, I understand."

Mr. Wang glanced at Mr. Qin and Mr. Zhang, and they both turned their heads away at the same time.

"I know that we will come up with a plan as soon as possible. You can rest assured that we will never let the other side show off its power."

"Okay, okay."

After hanging up the phone, Mr. Wang glanced at the two of them, then sat aside with a sigh.

"I don't think it's possible. Let's transfer Sam from Forty-Nine City over first. We can't let the situation continue."

Seeing that the two of them were silent, Mr. Wang could only speak on his own.

"No, the Forty-Nine City side is more important. If the other party takes the opportunity to come to the Forty-Nine City, the consequences will be disastrous."

Mr. Zhang immediately rejected it. This was a completely bad idea.

Perhaps, the other party is waiting for you to mobilize, and then a black tiger will come to take out his heart.

"Then, how about buying a few more."

Mr. Wang said again.

"Don't think about it. After the last incident, the foreign trade side discussed it with the alliance and even discussed it with several franchise countries. As a result, they didn't even open their mouths and just refused."

Mr. Qin opened his mouth to explain, but Mr. Wang immediately curled his lips and said, "These bastards are taking advantage of the situation."

If the other party doesn't want money, then he must want something better.

There are probably only a few people in China who can be valued by the other party.

But every one of them is a chicken that lays golden eggs, and it’s a loss if you give them away.

"Old Wang, are your missiles capable?"

Mr. Qin asked again.

After hearing this, Mr. Wang lowered his head and remained silent.

"I heard that you cooperated with a machinery factory to develop engines. What happened?"

Mr. Zhang asked from the side.

Mr. Wang said nothing, but Mr. Qin snorted coldly.

"How's it going?"

"I don't know how it is, but Yang Xiaotao is not doing anything serious right now."

“When I’m at work, I work on design drawings in the office.”

"Our aircraft project has been under construction for so long, but we haven't seen him help."

Mr. Qin was a little annoyed, but Mr. Wang still sighed after hearing this.

It’s not that they don’t work hard, it’s just that the technology is too difficult.

Their Seven Machinery Department can be regarded as a gathering of elites, and the design direction proposed by Yang Xiaotao last time was also recognized by everyone.

During this time, everyone redesigned and rearranged the layout, and the designed Red Flag missile completely changed. It would not be an exaggeration to say it was a new type.

It seems that this key engine just can't be built.

Not only Yang Xiaotao, but also the various research institutes and factory engineers under their Seventh Machinery Department are all busy and working hard.

But so far there is no finalized design.

"Don't talk about us, how is your plane?"

"Didn't we start the test flight?"

"Can you keep up with the speed?"

Mr. Wang looked at Mr. Zhang and began to ask.

Now it was Mr. Zhang's turn to lower his head.

The experiment at Shengjing Aircraft Factory went smoothly, but the news coming out was not satisfactory.

Especially the speed. According to estimates during the test phase, although the thrust of the new engine meets expectations, the aircraft's speed can barely reach Mach 2.

In other words, they are on par with the opponent in terms of speed.

But aircraft performance is not just about speed.

When the speed is almost the same, the test of the fighter becomes other performance.

"We need time."

Mr. Zhang said calmly.

"We are short of time too."

Mr. Wang replied, then picked up the cigarette and lit it.

"That's not the way to go."

Mr. Qin took out a stick and pointed it, and said with a heavy tone.

"Didn't Lao Zhou say that their ships will be equipped with missiles? What do you think?"

"I know this."

Mr. Wang nodded, "They want to use the ship's ocean-going capabilities to launch missiles to intercept them in advance."

"But this premise is that the ship's self-protection ability is improved. At least it must run fast."

"That means we have to wait?"

"right!"

There was silence in the room again.

"Then just wait."

Zhang Lao put out his cigarette and said, "Let the anti-aircraft artillery troops behind us pull up. Since the missiles can't hit, don't waste it."

"I don't believe that they dare to break through ten anti-aircraft gun emplacements."

After saying that, a murderous intention flashed in Zhang Lao's eyes.

Ring ring ring

The phone rang again.

Mr. Wang was a little helpless. Every day, the phone kept ringing either here or there.

It's almost time to get off work, why is there still someone calling?

They also didn’t allow anyone to rest.

Thinking to myself, I reluctantly walked to the phone and picked it up.

"Hey, I'm..."

"Old Wang, I've done it, I've done it."

"Old Wang, is Mr. Qian here? I have made it. Do you want the data? I..."

"Wait a minute!"

Yang Xiaotao's voice on the phone sounded like a drum, which made Mr. Wang's eardrums hurt, but he understood what the other party said.

But, some are not sure.

"Wait a minute, you, what did you say?"

Mr. Wang asked excitedly.

"A ramjet engine is what we call a turbojet engine."

"I designed it, and I took a look at it, and it was surprisingly good..."

"etc."

Mr. Wang interrupted again, this time he understood.

"Old Qin, go get Lao Qian. This guy Yang Xiaotao has made the engine."

As soon as the voice fell, Mr. Qin immediately ran out. Mr. Zhang even stood up from his seat and grabbed the phone, "Xiao Tao, it's me."

"Zhang, Uncle Zhang. You are here too."

Yang Xiaotao had calmed down and recognized Mr. Zhang's voice.

"Yes, I have something to do in the Seventh Machinery Department."

"Let me ask you, have you really made an engine for a missile?"

"Yes, I'm sure, I made it."

"Are you sure it works?"
To be continued...