Rebirth of the Military Industrial Overlord

Tan Zhenhua finally finished writing the letter, folded it carefully and stuffed it into the envelope. This letter is more important, so he intends to send a registered letter to the post office early tomorrow morning.

Then he planned to go out and wanted to talk to his other teacher and neighbor Ben.

From China’s first airborne PD system, the pulse Doppler fire control radar "1471", which was developed by Ben Fang and made him famous and awarded the title of "Academician", to the "J-10A" which has truly excellent combat performance. The equipped "1473" has a long way to go, not to mention that even the "1471" is still a shadowless thing. In the development process of the "J-10", from a purely technical point of view, He can't help other things, but this radar is his previous major, and Xiao Tan Tan is confident that he can still mix it up.

Although I can’t tell Ben Fang clearly that you should be doing everything right, it’s always okay to knock on the side? At least it can save the development process a lot of detours, right?

He just opened the door, but he heard a loud shout in the corridor: "Sambo, you are back!"

This loud voice shook Tan Zhenhua’s ears with a "buzzing" noise, and almost even the earwax rang out—no need to ask, the one who could yell so loudly and yell so loudly must be the Pan family kid, his own A classmate and one of the **** players, Pan Weidong, nicknamed Xiaobao.

Pan Xiaobao's voice suddenly opened another door, and a head with messy hair protruded from the door, and he asked sleepily, "What do you call, what do you call? It's not a good nap at noon... …Huh, Zhenhua is back!"

Needless to say, this must be a classmate and the second **** player, and so is Xue Zi of Xue Xiaohui.

Pan Weidong in the hallway saw Xue Zi's virtues, and suddenly became bad-hearted. He threw the kettle aside in his hand, took a few steps and jumped to Xue Zi's side, then twisted his ears and leaned over. He yelled at him: "It's 4 o'clock in the afternoon, and you have a nap, you are not nap, you are in a coma!"

This voice made Xue Zi’s careful liver tremble, and he immediately awoke. He raised his hand to look at the watch on his wrist-it was already 4 in the afternoon, and he was suddenly "fucked", and then muttered. Said: "Speaking of summer vacation without homework, it is really easy to deprave. I can sleep for so long in this sleep." As he said, he smacked his lips, as if it was a pity.

Tan Zhenhua said with a disdain: "Xue Zi, forget it, you are obviously cheap and good!"

Xue Zi made a grimace when he stuck out his tongue and said, "Zhenhua, wait a while, I will go to your house to find you after I clean up."

Pan Xiaobao tugged at his neck: "What are the rough guys packing up in summer? Go and go, hurry up."

Tan Zhenhua smiled and opened the door as far as possible: "Come on all, stop the ink, just tell me how the students are doing."

Now that the three friends have gathered, it is natural to have a good time to brag about it. Besides, he also remembered it just now. It is only 4 o'clock in the afternoon, and there is more than an hour before get off work. Ben Fang can't be at home now. , Then wait until the evening.

The three of them entered Tan Zhenhua's room and sat casually. He first asked Pan Weidong: "Xiaobao, I heard that you were admitted as a pilot? How did you take the test? Why did you hear that it was a trainee?"

This is what he called knowingly asking, Pan Xiaobao’s story was written in a book he compiled and called "Pan Xiaobao Cultivation Plan", and the executor of this plan, Zhan Nuozhu, faithfully implemented the above support. Steps-well, at least the first step was performed.

Pan Xiaobao said triumphantly: "Brother is not bragging. This time I recruited, my physical fitness ranked first in the school!"

"Really?" My mother didn't say anything about it last night. Tan Zhenhua still heard it for the first time. He couldn't help but ask with interest: "What have you tested for your physical fitness? Come and listen."

Pan Weidong had a rare opportunity to show off, and he couldn't help boasting more and more proudly after hearing the words: "In fact, it's nothing. The first few items are about the same as the physical examination, but they are a little more content than the physical examination. Excellent, these projects are a piece of cake, but half of the students who went with me were brushed down in this link."

"and then?"

"Then, it's a psychological test. For an hour, I asked a variety of questions, and this is another wave. Fortunately, my brother's mentality is inconsistent."

"You are stupid and bold, you don't care about anything." Xue Zi made up the knife.

Pan Xiaobao rarely refuted, but touched the back of his head, "hehe" and said with a smirk: "If you want to say that, it seems like..."

"Hurry up and then, Xue Zi, don't interrupt, let Xiaobao finish." Tan Zhenhua exclaimed dissatisfiedly.

"After that, it's the hardest and best performance by brother, called sitting in a swivel chair."

"Huh? Swivel chair? How to play?"

"That's right, sitting in a strange chair with your eyes closed, with your head resting on the back of the chair, and following the swivel chair at a constant speed of 2 seconds/circle to rotate 49 times, and you need to keep swinging left and right during the rotation. 60. Let me tell you that when I turn around, I will be like a okay person, and he will heal after a little dizziness. I think many people will just vomit when they come down.

"Then, according to your performance, the recruitment should be very smooth, why is it commissioned again?"

"Uh, this, this..."

"Because he passed several red lights for his cultural exams, the recruiters said that no matter how good the health is, the poor cultural scores will not work. They recruited pilots, not blacksmiths."

"Oh, hahahahaha!"

Tan Zhenhua couldn't help it anymore. Xue Zi made a knife and went straight to Pan Xiaobao's vitals.

"Later I heard that someone helped me to speak, saying that I should try to follow my studies first, and that someone would pay for the fee, so that I was eligible for recruitment, but it’s not counted as part of the establishment, it’s counted as commission training. Can you turn to the right to see the performance of the flight school in the future." Pan Xiaobao added with a reddish face.

"Then do you know who helped you?"

"I heard that it is a confidential department. I don't know the details. It seems that my parents know, but they don't tell me anything."

Pan Weidong said slightly aggrieved.

Tan Zhenhua won’t admit that he caused the damage now. He also made the money. In other words, to train a qualified pilot, especially a fighter pilot, the money to spend can be overwhelming, and he is fake. He comforted Pan Xiaobao in the same way: "Your parents have their own reasons for not telling you. Anyway, it's your own life, and it won't hurt you, right?"

"Zhenhua, you were right. I thought so, so I didn’t care about it. Anyway, it’s one of my dreams to be a pilot. It doesn’t matter who pays me to learn, it’s my own skill to learn. Right? Besides, it’s better to go to school than to stay at home and wait to replace my dad as a worker!"

"Well, Xiaobao, you are right."

Tan Zhenhua said this, but what she thought in her heart was: "Ha, Pan Xiaobao's heart is so generous, it's no wonder that he can pass the psychological test of recruiting flying smoothly."

After asking Pan Xiaobao, of course, we must ask Xue Zi. This guy who usually scores more than the best, has been so provocative that he was admitted to the prestigious "Rongcheng University of Electronic Science and Technology" this time, which really made Tan Zhenhua impressed.

"Xue Zi, you are so awesome this time, you have mixed up with a key school?" He asked.

Xue Xiaohui smiled slightly and said, "What's the matter? If you don't scream, do you understand it?"

"cut!"

The answer to him was of course two blank eyes and two middle fingers.

However, neither Tan Zhenhua nor Pan Xiaobao noticed that when Xue Xiaohui talked about his college entrance examination experience, a strange light flashed in his eyes.

After talking about this, of course Tan Zhenhua asked about other students in the class.

The students in the attached middle school are quite good. There are more than 40 students in the class, and more than 20 have been admitted to the undergraduate course. Half of them have been admitted to a key university, and the remaining 20 have half of them. After the junior college and the technical secondary school, only a dozen truly failed.

You know, this was in 1982, and the admission rate for the college entrance examination was quite low. It is not like the proliferation of undergraduate diplomas after the expansion of university enrollment in the late 1990s. As far as Ningdu City is concerned, the acceptance rate of undergraduates in a city with such a developed education will never exceed one-twentieth.

After asking the students about their situation, the three of them started chattering around. Of course, Tan Zhenhua was the main one. Although I can’t say anything about Burmese jade, many of the things from Xiangjiang can still be used to exaggerate.

The three of them were chatting wildly. Just listen to someone outside the door shouting: "Xiaobao, have dinner!" Liu Mei should have heard the voice.

Only then did the three realize that with this eloquence, two hours had passed unconsciously, and it was time to go back to each house and find each mother.

Pan and Xue quickly got up to go home for dinner. When they walked to the door, Pan Xiaobao suddenly said "Oh" and shouted: "Fortunately, I remembered it at last, almost forgot a big event!"