Chapter 283

This Ma Jinhui is really foolish!

Ha Gong Da supports the project, still worried about money? You little brat haven't heard that Ha Gong Da makes money, always counted in hundreds of millions? Or US dollars!

You actually want to use R&D funds to make things difficult for him?

Qin Miao glanced at the other party: "That won't do, your Factory 410 relies on superior fiscal allocations; for our project, if the superior doesn't allocate funds, how will you solve the funding problem?"

"Ha Gong Da is, you Ha Gong Da just need to casually take out tens of millions to launch the project, then give us another tens of millions to support mid-term R&D..."

Ma Jinhui then realized: "Correct, Engineer Yin is right! Our Factory 410 requests to take over this project."

"That works too, as long as you halt the Turbofan Six project, you can take over our project."

The people of Factory 410 looked at each other, finally Yin Haifeng spoke: "Comrade Qin Miao, you should know that Turbofan Six is our independently developed most advanced turbofan engine, just one step away from completion… If we abandon it now, it would be a pity; rest assured, our strength is strong, carrying out two projects simultaneously won't cause delay."

Qin Miao shook his head: "I'm not reassured."

"We guarantee with the reputation of Factory 410..."

"Reputation isn't worth money, the factory buildings are about the same; are you willing to put up the factory as collateral? Three years, fifty million RMB in R&D funds; if by then there's no mature product, Factory 410 must fully compensate Ha Gong Da's losses, including investment and time cost—altogether, compensating us one hundred million is enough, we won't ask for more."

"Nonsense!" Ma Jinhui flared up again: "Our factory is state property, how can we mortgage it to you! Besides, doing research encounters all kinds of difficulties; you say three years is three years—do you know how hard it is to develop an advanced engine? You Ha Gong Da don't even have aeronautical engineering, how…"

He hadn't finished speaking when Zhao Tianshan stood up.

"Comrade Qin Miao, let's do as you said! Factory 460 and its subordinate parts factories will take on this task; if we fail to finish on time, we're willing to give all our factories to Ha Gong Da as compensation, and if that's still not enough, we'll work for Ha Gong Da!"

These words rang out loudly; Old Lin beside them truly admired.

No need to mention Factory 460 and its attached supporting factories; even if the entire Base 011 were compensated to Ha Gong Da, it wouldn't be a problem!

As for working for Ha Gong Da, that's also necessary!

They originally had hardly any livelihood; now, leaning on Ha Gong Da, they still worry about lacking projects? Voluntarily selling themselves is the best choice! What are those Factory 410 folks thinking? You can't even tell!

However, with Factory 410's high-and-mighty attitude, they probably wouldn't even want to lend a hand to Ha Gong Da; they demand money from Ha Gong Da with righteous confidence, yet refuse to take any responsibility—if they succeed, it's due to their ability; if they fail, they just keep asking for funds, which is a bottomless pit.

Over these years, domestic research projects have followed this pattern: the R&D unit acts high-and-mighty, while the funder has to grovel; it should have been changed long ago!

Qin Miao looked at the person in the chief seat: "Comrade Duan, what do you think of our cooperation between Ha Gong Da and Base 011?"

Comrade Duan, who had remained silent until now, gave Qin Miao a complex look, then said: "Comrade Qin Miao, the senior leader praised you as a vanguard of reform, and indeed you are—this time you've stirred up another wave of reform in R&D! Our Ministry of Three Machines has no objection; we'll proceed as you said. Old Lin, are you folks in the Air Force satisfied now?"

Without spending a penny, we have a high-thrust turbofan engine!

"This is nowhere near what we really want—our true idea was to reverse‑engineer the Mirage 2000, but San Shui said the domestic industrial base still isn't up to it… Now we have the engine but no aircraft project, which also doesn't make sense!' Old Lin said: 'While everyone's gathered, why not base a new aircraft design on this engine?"

The folks from Factory 410 finally came to their senses: "Old Lin, our Turbofan Six is the most suitable engine—large thrust, low fuel consumption, and it's undergone long‑term testing…"

Old Lin glanced at Yin Haifeng: "You still haven't answered San Shui's question from earlier—when will Turbofan Six yield results? Not just a bench test, but actual installation on an aircraft; of course, if it's immature and crashes… someone will have to bear responsibility."

Do you dare?

The people of Factory 410 said nothing.

After long tenure at the unit, they've all become old oil sticks—when there's profit to be had, everyone rushes forward; when responsibility is needed, they all shrink back!

"Hmph, what kind of junk is Turbofan Six—don't think the Air Force doesn't know! Your project should have been shelved long ago; as for who's not being down‑to‑earth, everyone knows in their heart!' Old Lin's face turned stern.

The Air Force has been badly screwed by them.

Turbofan Six—after all these years, still unsuccessful; when Turbofan Six is shelved, the original team can't disband, so they launched another project, Turbojet 14, codename Kunlun, aimed at the market for replacing the engines of J‑7 and J‑8.

Then what?

On the test rig, parts would fly off; once in the troops' hands, nobody dared to fly it! They kept tossing it around until Kunlun‑3 finally matured—but that was already the new millennium! The J‑7 and J‑8 had been retired in large numbers!

"San Shui, come on, let's talk: based on this engine, how about developing a brand‑new aircraft—are you aiming for the Mirage 2000's appearance, or the F‑16's?"

Saying this, Old Lin suddenly thought of something, his expression changing: "I almost forgot—there's still one matter…"

Old Lin looked at everyone present: "Everyone, you'd better first study the M53 technology; Old Duan, come over a moment; San Shui, go, let's talk in my office."

Everyone at Factory 410 wore grim faces; once Factory 460 completes a copy of the M53 engine, Factory 410 really won't have any future—over these years, superiors have kept talking about reform, even old state‑owned enterprises could go bankrupt, they……

"This Qin Miao is really not enough—he's lived in the Northeast all his life, and he actually…… ayo!"

Ma Jinhui rubbed his head, somewhat annoyed: "How come you hit me again?"

"It's all because of you, this guy, with no filter on your mouth!"

"I……"

In Old Lin's office, Qin Miao sipped tea while listening to Old Lin explain the Americans' demands.

"This F‑16 is indeed a fine aircraft; if we get our hands on it, the planar slot radar antenna on top could be reverse‑engineered, which would solve a major problem for the Air Force—but…… the technology of the Earth‑Penetrating Bomb really must not be known to the Americans."

"San Shui, you're right, I think the same!' Old Lin said: 'You're sharp‑minded—think of a solution for us?"