Chapter 293: with translation of chapter title

In the conference room, once again there was a deathly silence.

Cough, cough, Lao Lin, shall we just call off today's meeting?

Well, Lao Duan, our Air Force isn't trying to make things difficult; as long as they dare to take responsibility, we're willing to hand the task over to them—we just can't stand bragging." Lao Lin stood up: "San Shui, you've made another wasted trip; let's go!"

Wait a moment.

Gu Lao, do you still have something to say?

Our J-13 project can actually use a copy of the M53 engine; it's feasible, as long as you...

Gu Lao, we're all from Shenyang; how can you...

The people at Factory 410 were anxious.

Gu Lao gave a bitter smile: the J-13 project has been held back by your turbofan six! Now you actually want to drag us into a pit with another project?

No way, absolutely not!

We want to turn to Ha Gong Da's embrace, after all, the improvements to the J-8 were all proposed by them, and the Air Force is even willing to take responsibility! What about the engine? You yourselves at Factory 410 don't even dare!

Yeah, our Air Force indeed needs modern fighter jets." Lao Lin sighed: "But over these years, our domestic aviation industry has disappointed us!

The Air Force looks to the world, demanding top-tier fighters; when the domestic aviation industry can't produce them, it tells the Air Force to lower its standards and even accuses the Air Force of being unrealistic and divorced from basics—that's been the situation in recent years.

The Air Force was also indignant, so after the country opened up, it wanted to boost its strength by importing equipment, never expecting foreign prices to be so harsh… Thus, after much turmoil in the late 1980s, it negotiated with the Soviet Union for the introduction of the Su-27, which finally eased the Air Force's urgent need.

And now…

Lao Lin, since the domestic aviation industry also has this idea, why not hold a conference on aviation industry to finalize the domestic fighter development projects?

"Comrade Qin Miao, isn't this meeting exactly what we need?" Gu Lao hurriedly stepped forward and said: "Our J-13 is exactly the Air Force's best choice...

"Cough, cough, Gu Lao, there are many more aviation industry units domestically, right? Chengdu has one, Hongdu has another—we need to find them all and hold a joint meeting!"

"Exactly! San Shui, stay a few more days in the Capital and join this meeting!" Lao Lin put an arm around Qin Miao's shoulders: "Now let's go get something to eat—you must be hungry, right?"

Inside the conference room, the others exchanged bewildered looks—this…

Wait, Comrade Qin Miao!

Hearing the voice behind him, Qin Miao turned: "Chief Zhu, is there anything else?"

"Comrade Qin Miao, could the radar equipped on the F-16 fighter possibly… let our Institute 607 join in its development?" Zhu Gong's eyes were full of anticipation.

Their 204 radar is doomed to be abandoned, but… they won't resign themselves to it! They want to join the development of the new radar! After all, their institute was originally founded to develop airborne radar!

Zhu Gong, have you studied digital circuits?

Zhu Gong shook his head.

Have you studied computer principles?

Zhu Gong continued shaking his head.

Do you understand implementing the Lorentz transformation with hardware?

Zhu Gong's face grew increasingly grim.

Zhu Gong, if you want to work with us on this, you first need to master this knowledge; the techniques you previously mastered are completely obsolete—at best, only your radar antenna might still be useful. Once we enter the era of active phased-array radar, the entire airborne radar will have no analog circuitry left, you…

"We're willing to study!" Zhu Gong's face turned solemn: "Please believe us—we can help you, not hold you back!"

Well, as long as you can do our sophomore professional course's exam and score above ninety, you can join; otherwise…

Well, if we can't reach that score, we'll keep studying! I'm going to buy materials right now!

Watching Zhu Gong's retreating back, Lao Lin sighed: "This Zhu Gong, he's so devoted to his work—when developing the 204 radar, he forgot sleep and food; later, during experiments, whether it was a fifty-degree oven or a minus-fifty-degree ice cellar, he was the first to rush in…"

Qin Miao nodded: "Well, I also believe that after this study, Zhu Gong and his team will undergo a complete transformation."

In later generations, the leading institute for domestic airborne radar research was Institute 14—its prowess is unmatched, having produced the Navy's Aegis system and the Air Force's 1491 series radar; originally, it only developed ground radar.

The second-largest is Institute 38, famous for developing airborne early-warning aircraft.

Third is Institute 607, which has produced many models of airborne radar; while Institute 14 uses liquid cooling, they use air cooling, focusing on differentiated competition.

So Qin Miao still has a good impression of Institute 607; now that they're willing to join, he can lend a hand—provided that these engineers can learn something, and not drag themselves down.

Inside the conference room, many people were still lost in thought.

This Qin Miao… is just forcing everyone to improve!

Gu Lao, if everyone holds a meeting together, Institute 611 will surely bring out their duck-layout plan, and we…

Yeah, with airborne radar and advanced engines in hand, Lao Song and the others… perhaps they really can…

Chengdu, Institute 611.

It was already dusk, and outside Institute 611's main road appeared a huge crowd of cyclists.

"Noodles, selling noodles!" a voice called out.

A female comrade on a bicycle looked over and asked: "How much for these noodles?"

Five fen per bundle, this bundle is two liang of noodles—just enough for one person, and it doesn't even require grain coupons…

Hubbub— a crowd gathered around.

Now, flour is 2.5 yuan per jin; five fen equals two liang, but you need grain coupons—buying noodles now costs the same, so of course we have to buy them!

As for the noodle seller, his profit comes from the water in the noodles—this is also appropriate…

After several minutes, the noodles sold out, and the old man walked back with steady steps.

Lao Song, if we do this, will it…

The noodle-selling Lao Song sighed: "The J-9 project has been canceled, the J-7/3 project too; our institute has no projects, thus no research funding. Factory 132 hopes we can help improve the J-7, but they demand that we merge Institute 611 into Factory 132! Now we must raise our own funds to keep our research projects going, and later…"

Ah, Lao Song, the leaders of the Third Ministry of Machine Building are almost all from Shenyang; they… basically don't support our projects, we're afraid…

Lao Song, Lao Song! A telegram from the Capital has arrived, telling us to go to the Capital immediately for a meeting; the agenda is the tender for third-generation aircraft!

Lao Song instantly felt a surge of excitement: "Great, the opportunity has finally come! I knew the Air Force's demand wouldn't change!"