Chapter 60: The Oddball Director Fan

Hello.

Director Fan across from him said.

What brings you here?

Zhang Wen immediately said: "You must have read my letter of introduction; Director Yang recommended I come here to learn."

Director Fan laughed: "You really are."

If I weren't in a good mood, you'd be in trouble today.

Those who compete with me for projects still come to me saying they want to learn.

I'm angry; today we're having Sichuan hot pot, and you can't leave.

Director Fan laughed loudly.

Good, good, definitely, definitely.

Zhang Wen said.

Come on, what do you want to know?

But you're not building missile boats, are you?

How did you get involved in the aircraft field?

Director Fan brought Zhang Wen into his office.

He handed the drawings on the desk to Zhang Wen.

Here, the aircraft drawings.

Zhang Wen immediately took them.

That definitely calls for getting involved; after all, the Il-76 we use now is really hard to use.

The last time I rode in it, it almost fell apart on me.

Zhang Wen complained.

Wow, I didn't realize you thought that too.

Director Fan's eyes lit up instantly.

It was as if he had suddenly found a kindred spirit.

Let me tell you, it's not just the people in the back who suffer.

Those piloting the plane up front suffer even more.

Last time I went to Jingcheng for a meeting, I rode this, and it almost made me die of discomfort.

Then I got so angry that, when I returned and applied for maintenance, I sat in the cockpit.

I had someone fly it just for me.

I almost froze to death then.

On the way back, I couldn't even get out; someone had to pull me out.

Zhang Wen saw Director Fan talking nonstop.

His mouth unconsciously fell open.

Zhang Wen finally understood what the subtle expression on Director Yang's face meant.

He also finally realized that Director Fan and Director Feng simply couldn't compare.

At least they went up themselves.

Ah, look at my memory.

I almost forgot.

Director Fan slapped his head and pulled an aircraft model from under the desk.

Here, this is the transport aircraft we made.

Zhang Wen took it and looked.

What is this?

The previous projects all fell through; this is the twelfth.

I plan to call it Transport Twelve.

Director Fan said happily.

Zhang Wen heard the name.

Transport Twelve.

Quite the fellow.

Isn't this Transport Twelve?

Except its parameters are much stronger than the one made in the 1980s in the original timeline.

No wonder Director Yang had me come over.

It seems the safety we're working on is two different things.

Now Zhang Wen recalled that he said he wanted to beat the Il-78.

That thing isn't heavy but counts as a medium transport aircraft.

Director Fan's is a light transport aircraft.

Takeoff weight: 7000 kg, landing weight: 6000 kg, maximum fuel load: 1500 kg, maximum level flight speed: 400 km/h, cruising speed: 340 km/h, range: 1600 km.

At this point, Zhang Wen really wanted to ask Director Fan a question.

Director Fan, this aircraft isn't really suitable as a transport.

Why don't you let a civil aviation flight company take a look?

Zhang Wen asked.

General aviation is actually just a term for short-distance flights.

Basically, they are flights between cities within the province and between counties.

Because the distance is short, many large companies find it uneconomical to buy large aircraft, so they use this kind of aircraft.

"General aviation? That's actually not a bad idea."

Director Fan immediately thought of it.

Zhang Wen slapped his forehead, "Good fellow, this Director Fan is really something!"

This guy really keeps coming up with one idea after another.

"Come, we've already made a prototype."

"Come on, come on, take a look."

Director Fan directly grabbed Zhang Wen and pulled him outside.

"Hey hey hey, don't drag me!"

Zhang Wen, helpless against Director Fan's surprising strength, could only be dragged along.

They arrived at the test field inside the research institute.

Director Fan pointed at an aircraft and said, "This is the prototype we built."

Zhang Wen took a close look.

Damn, this thing is made of wood.

"Can this thing fly?"

Zhang Wen asked curiously.

Upon hearing that, Director Fan immediately became unhappy.

"How could it possibly not fly?"

"Come on, Xiao Liang, give him a demonstration!"

Upon hearing that, the person beside them directly drove a car and towed the wooden-made aircraft into a warehouse.

"What the heck is this!" Zhang Wen exclaimed in despair.

"Come on, come on, hurry up!"

"Let you see my genius design."

Director Fan excitedly pulled Zhang Wen running toward the warehouse.

Zhang Wen looked completely bewildered.

What kind of person is this...

Only after entering did Zhang Wen finally realize.

What does Director Fan mean by making it fly?

All that could be seen was the wooden aircraft flying steadily in the air, being towed by a cable.

A word suddenly appeared in Zhang Wen's mind.

Wind tunnel.

"Wind tunnel?" Zhang Wen asked Director Fan.

"Exactly, otherwise how would it fly?"

Director Fan looked at Zhang Wen with a surprised expression.

At this point, Zhang Wen was about to break down.

Damn, what kind of person is this.

He can't even speak clearly.

After all that, Zhang Wen still thought he was a lunatic.

In the end, after all that effort, it turned out to be a wind tunnel.

Zhang Wen slapped his forehead in regret.

Zhang Wen came to his senses, gazing at the wooden aircraft flying in the sky.

All that could be seen was the aircraft hovering steadily in the air.

No matter how the wind blew, the aircraft showed no sign of any vibration.

Afterward, many vortices were blown out in the wind tunnel.

Along with the visualization of the vortices.

Lines of vortices traced beautiful lines along the aircraft.

"Static stability fuselage?"

Zhang Wen, looking at the aircraft, said.

"How about that, pretty impressive, huh!"

Director Fan gave himself a thumbs-up.

This configuration of aircraft possesses stability.

As long as it doesn't move erratically.

Basically, no unexpected situations will occur.

Seeing this, Zhang Wen thought of an aircraft called the An-22 from his original timeline.

That aircraft is called, in short, an aerial tractor.

Even a fool can operate it.

Used for several decades, no accidents have occurred due to problems with the aircraft itself.

Even if it stalls and is about to fall.

Just toss the control stick aside, and the plane will fly fine on its own.

Even if the engine stops in midair, there's no need to panic.

There's a lever inside the cockpit.

Lift the engine cover, insert it, and shake until the engine starts—that's all.

It can be called the most beginner-friendly aircraft.

Zhang Wen thought this aircraft is actually similar to the An-22.

"How is it?"

"It's a design with static stability."

"The calculation is for full load; as long as there's a place, it can land."

"This is the optimal choice I derived from the actual situation."

Director Fan said.

He spent nearly three to four years on it.

He conducted field visits and investigations.

He contacted many active transport aircraft pilots.

There are from the air force, army, navy, and even civil aviation and militia.

Only after deeply understanding their pain points did he begin designing this aircraft.

After hearing this, Zhang Wen couldn't help but feel a certain respect for him.

After all, as a researcher, he could listen to the users' true needs.

That was already enough.

Director Fan, this is great wisdom appearing as foolishness.

Zhang Wen sucked in a breath of cold air.

"Can I use your wind tunnel?"

Zhang Wen thought of the Y-20; this aircraft has a similar configuration.