A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Chapter 659 Lost your way? No problem, I'll find you one more!

"Have you finished speaking?"

"It's over!"

Should we give a summary statement?

Regardless of whether the leader on the other end could see it or not, Jiang Xia shook his head: "There's no need. I can send the relevant data to the Computer Institute of the Chinese Academy of Sciences. Those who need it can go and see for themselves. Don't say they don't have it there. Back when the Ministry of Foreign Trade was scouring for 'Big Yellow Doppelgangers,' they stubbornly refused to hand it over. I know about that..."

"Let me add something else. Some of your peers have been quite hurt by you!"

Same age?

Oh!

Those are the students from the "green-tiled, tiger-shaped buildings," right, Brigade Commander? You really spoil them. According to the information, this Project 113 really mobilized quite a few people to design it.

For the "green-tiled, tiger-shaped building" alone, four or five hundred teachers and students were stationed at the factory...

Commander, your body is already like that, and yet...

As Jiang Xia pondered how to encourage the students, he glanced at Secretary Liu.

Secretary Liu nodded: "The doctor has arrived and is currently examining Professor Zhongyi from the Radar Institute. He will come to see you when he's done!"

Okay, we'll discuss the specifics when the doctor arrives.

But how exactly should you say encouraging words? Should you say something like "There will always be a place for you to use your skills"? Tsk tsk, empty promises and such are a bit annoying.

Oh, right, the Dongfeng 106!

Why waste readily available talent on that unreliable "Double 25" project? Why not just focus on developing the Dongfeng-106?

Some people can modify the Dongfeng-106, while others can work on the MiG-21. Once they have thoroughly mastered the technology of the MiG-21, they can then share some of the successful improvement experiences of the J-7. Wouldn't that create a high-low mix with the Dongfeng-106?

With the addition of pulse Doppler radar and "Big Firecracker No. 2", wow, Seventh Master has been completely transformed!

Recalling the rumors of over 400 flaws when Seventh Master first developed the MiG-21, Jiang Xia still felt a chill run down his spine. However, this time the basic experimental data of the MiG-21 was brought back in its entirety, so he figured that after thoroughly understanding these documents, some of the flaws should no longer exist.

Most importantly, the J-7 is cheap, plentiful, and you don't need a Tu-160. This old-school aircraft has a large modification margin; it's used in both the Air Force and Naval Aviation, and it even exported Bald Eagles (a type of aircraft) until production ceased completely in 2006. Even Uncle Tan, using our old-school aircraft and techniques learned from us, defeated Amin in just three months. It's truly a mainstay of China's aviation industry.

It can be said that without the process of imitating and independently developing the J-7 series, there would have been no J-10 soaring to the top, which makes the Chinese people proud.

Yes, just do it!

Why bother with persuasion? Just explain the meaning of "digitalized regional joint defense" and set a higher goal for them, that's all.

It just so happens that what I have is just a framework, all that's missing is for these people to fill in the "flesh and blood". This project is huge, so huge that even later generations couldn't complete it directly. I'm not worried that these people won't find a new direction!

Hehehe, once I find the direction, I'll make sure you guys don't even have time to stop and reminisce!

Little whip, gently swish...

Little donkey, don't stop!

"Secretary Liu, here are a few points. I'll tell you, and you take notes! If you think too fast, I'm afraid I might miss something!"

"Don't worry! I'm the best stenographer!"

…………

While Jiang Xia was busy playing "I say, you write" with his secretary, he had no idea that the people next to the microphones were really getting a shock.

An employee activity room in Factory 112.

The chairs on the platform had been removed and replaced with several blackboards, on which were recorded summaries of Jiang Xia's speech.

In a corner further away from the podium, there were also some blueprints piled up densely.

This place used to be where everyone discussed the "Double Five" plan. At this time of year, it used to be bustling with noise. Today, however, it is deathly silent.

Some slumped into their chairs, as if their spines had been ripped out; others clutched their heads, fingers digging deep into their gray hair; still others stared intently at the ground, as if trying to see through it. The faint glimmer of hope sparked by the "Double 25" vision had been completely extinguished, leaving only endless exhaustion and bewilderment.

Silence, a long silence. Then, someone let out a helpless sigh, as if flipping a switch that started everyone talking.

Two gray-haired researchers huddled together, their voices hoarse: "...Radar...early warning system...is indeed...the Achilles' heel. We...we were too fixated on the aircraft itself..." The other clenched his fist, then helplessly released it, muttering, "...A blind man...a deaf man...no matter how fast he flies...he's still...still..."

That's considered good; the younger ones are even worse.

In today's terms, it was a case of faith shattered into pieces.

Some people had tears in their eyes and were biting their lips tightly; others were lost and their eyes were blank. A voice, trembling with sobs, exploded from the corner:

"Then what about all our hard work these past few years?! Was it all for nothing?!"

"Hehehe, yesterday we were discussing whether solid rocket fuel could be used to speed up fighter jet takeoff, and today..."

"World's number one... double 25... so... it was just blind man shooting at a target?"

Xiong Da, the factory director of Factory 112, rubbed his chin, observing the tense atmosphere that was about to build up in the activity room: "My nephew really dares to speak his mind... He's really slapped some people in the face..."

"Pah! I hate you scheming types. I don't believe you didn't notice the problem with that project! Why didn't you report it then? In the end, you even let our junior apprentice lead the charge! You're shameless!"

"When the J-6 was being inspected, I wondered why there were so many fewer technical personnel, which forced me to cut back on the procedures. Turns out, the factory was hiding something like this!"

Chubby Xiong San stood up, not questioning why Xiong Da hadn't told him about the project. As a veteran military worker, he naturally knew that some projects were like that. Perhaps you'll only become desensitized to certain things when you're old.

Only then can you suddenly realize from the bits and pieces revealed in the news that you were just a "cog in the machine" for this project when you were young!

Even so, Xiong San couldn't bear to look at the reactions of his comrades below. He wanted to say a few more words to them, but as this was also his first time working on this project, he really didn't have much to say...

"What do you mean there's no feedback! Do you think I haven't raised any objections when I report on production every month? And don't even mention letting my junior colleague take the lead or anything like that. If he had that idea, I would have said it directly when he was still in our factory. Why wait until now..." Xiong Da raised his cigarette in frustration and took a big drag.

“Our nephew has really stirred up a hornet’s nest this time! This project, this project’s roots are too deep, too deep…”

"The last person to dare to speak so frankly was Minister Xia..."

"And the result? The First Ministry of Machine Building was dismantled..."

"Don't make unfounded comments! That's not the reason for splitting up the First Ministry of Machine Building!" Xiong Er frowned and quickly cut off the topic.

"Um……"

Xiong Da lowered his head and mumbled a reply, "You two, go report at the end of the month. I won't be going..."

?

"I'll write a letter requesting assistance in the research, and I'll bring my nephew back. Once we cross the Shanhaiguan Pass, I can protect him no matter what!"

"Huh? It can't be that bad!"

"You can never be too careful! I told you to be loyal, loyal! You idiot, did you study your junior apprentice's pulse lines and get stupid from your pulse?"

Xiong Er adjusted his glasses and nodded: "Perfect timing. The MiG-21 blueprints are in their final batch. We can use this as an excuse. We can easily give my nephew the title of an external expert!"

Tsk tsk, if it weren't for the fact that our little idiot is so popular, his uncles back in the Northeast would have already figured out his escape route.

Unfortunately, this little trick won't work.

Because a deep, resonant voice came through the microphone.

“Young comrade, you popped that soap bubble, which is great! But the pressure of air defense is like a mountain falling down! You said you want to ‘sharpen your eyes,’ but how do you ‘sharpen’ those eyes? You need to explain it more clearly! You can’t just tell everyone to go to the temple to have their eyes blessed, can you? Hahaha, tell me what good ideas you have.”

"Don't be afraid! Speak boldly! You did what you promised me! I've already given you credit for that!"

Boom...

Everyone in the activity room stood up, their mouths agape.

The initial frustration and disappointment were completely forgotten by these people, whose eager gazes seemed to ignite the microphone placed next to the megaphone on the podium.

"Ok!"