Rebirth of the Military Industrial Overlord

At this moment, not only Song Wenhua, but Ben Fang and Zhan Nuozhu on the side were all caught in a deep bewilderment.

Under what circumstances, Young Master Tan Er wanted to sell the "Seven Masters" to the Americans? !

This, this, this, did you not sleep well last night or did you suddenly have a high fever and burned your brain?

Everyone knows that the United States, but the most developed country in the world’s aviation fighter manufacturing industry, can hardly match its strength even Soviet Russia, which has been tit-for-tat against it. Although it is shameful to admit it, everyone knows in their hearts that several Huadans in charge are F14. , F15, F16, no matter which one is pulled out, you can press your own "Seven Masters" on the ground and rub it casually, and if you really come to PK, there is a high probability that you will be shot down if you don't even see them. Last year The air battle that took place above the Bekaa Valley is a clear proof.

What do you say to buy "Seven Ye" in such a country? As a drone?

The two teachers were not embarrassed to embarrass Xiao Tan Tan face to face, and chose to remain silent for the time being. Zhan Nuozhu was not so polite, so he opened his mouth and said, "I said Zhenhua, are you crazy about money? "J7" sold to the Americans? Why don't you think about selling the refrigerator to the Eskimos?"

Tan Zhenhua replied angrily: "Say you are ignorant, don't you admit it, don't you know... I won't tell you." Then he turned to Song Wenhua and said, "Teacher Song, you don't care how I sell, you Let’s just say if this can be agreed."

Song Wenhua pondered this matter, although it was strange, but this kid Tan Zhenhua has always been like this, with a lot of bad ideas, and he likes to make Yunshan fog cover beforehand, which makes people unable to understand his thoughts, but carefully calculate it. He really didn't say anything unreliable. He said it could be sold. Maybe, maybe, probably, it can be done? Anyway, whether 3611, or Song Wenhua, he never thought of including the United States on the list of target customers for the "Jiqi". If this is the case, it is up to him to toss it out. This will be done in case... ...But just put a big satellite!

The best part is that agreeing to this condition will cost you a little bit for yourself and your company!

Didn’t anyone say it? The ideal is still to have drops, what if it is realized?

Of course, regardless of whether you look horizontally or vertically, this is still mostly a joke.

So he also said in a joking tone: "I will give you the exclusive sales rights in the United States. As long as you can sell it, I will give you the best price even for one."

"Teacher Song, let's just say it, there will be no remorse." Tan Zhenhua said with a smile, and at the same time took out the pen he was carrying with him, and took a napkin on the table. He wrote a power of attorney and pushed it to Song Wenhua: "Teacher, our teacher-student friendship belongs to the teacher-student friendship. However, in doing business, we must pay attention to verbal and verbal evidence. Otherwise, you can sign me. name?"

"What a **** brat, I don't even trust your teacher!" Song Wenhua said, but this was a joke at first, since it is a joke, then just open it to the end, this kind of waste paper-like thing sign One sheet is not a big deal.

Song Wenhua took the power of attorney written on the napkin and signed his name with a glance, and then pushed it to Tan Zhenhua and said: "After signing, here you are, you can accept it, otherwise I won't recognize."

Tan Zhenhua carefully folded the napkin with a smile and put it into his personal pocket, and then patted it again before saying: "Teacher Song, don't worry, I have nothing else to do. I'm the best at collecting this kind of stuff. I promise you can't lose it. !"

Song Wenhua rolled his eyes and let out a noise from his nostrils: "Cut."

But what he couldn't predict was that because of this napkin, in the near future, he would regret his intestines...

"Okay, enough jokes, let's talk about your "J-7" transformation plan, it is more reliable."

Song Wenhua promptly turned the topic to the direction he was interested in: "I just thought about it. Zhenhua's transformation plan still has a lot of merits. According to our experience in selling "J-7", many third world countries In fact, they realized that the future development trend of air warfare will gradually move towards over-the-horizon and missile victory, and they cannot afford the expensive NATO or Warsaw Pact new-generation fighter jets. This leaves us room for development. A low-cost air superiority fighter with a certain over-the-horizon combat capability."

After discussing more serious issues, Tan Zhenhua also got serious, and after thinking about it, he said: "I just mentioned a lot of areas for improvement, but I also know that it is difficult to do it right now, but I have a suggestion. , We can gradually improve, and among all these projects, the most likely to be achieved quickly is to move the fire control radar to the "J-7". The biggest advantage of this is that the "J-7" will have a truly all-weather, super Line-of-sight combat capability."

"But there is the biggest problem." Song Wenhua immediately added: "The J-7 has a head air intake. The only thing that can be installed with radar is the shock cone in front. The diameter of that thing is limited, so currently our "J-7" "Only equipped with a simple radar rangefinder, this thing is not big in size and weight, so it is barely enough to fit into the shock cone of the "J-7". If it is replaced with the radar bought this time..."

"How old?" Ben Fang asked suddenly.

"What?" Song Wenhua, who was interrupted, didn't react for a while, and asked in passing, then immediately woke up: "The antenna part should not exceed 270mm at most."

"What about the volume?"

"Probably free up 15 liters of volume."

"electricity?"

"Continuous power supply capacity of about 200 watts."

Ben Fang nodded, pondered for a while, and then took out a fountain pen like Tan Zhenhua and pulled a napkin to start the calculation.

To be honest, writing on napkins is actually quite difficult, but Ben Fang didn't care about it. One sheet was not enough, and then he pulled another sheet. That's it, one by one, and more than ten sheets.

During this period, Song Wenhua and Zhan Nuozhu both held their breaths and stared at Ben Fang's calculations without blinking. Only Tan Zhenhua was carefully savoring the coffee in the cup.

He finally finished the calculation. He put down his pen, frowned and shook his head while looking at the napkin filled with numbers and various arithmetic symbols, as if he was very dissatisfied with the result, but Song Wenhua couldn't help it. He couldn't wait Asked: "Old Ben, how is it? What level can it reach?"

"Not ideal," Ben Fang replied, staring at the napkin, "I don't know Isaac's radar very thoroughly, so I can only make a rough estimate. According to my current calculation results, I am correcting this. After the EL/M-2021B has properly reduced power and simplified functions, it may be installed in the "J-7", but its maximum theoretical data can be seen as 50 kilometers, and some functions have to be castrated. The power supply becomes a problem as it gets smaller."

Song Wenhua was already a little bit overjoyed: "Old Ben, you are right? Can you really see 50 kilometers?"

"That is the theoretical limit value," Ben Fang replied honestly: "In fact, it must not be reached. According to experience, it is very good to reach 40 kilometers if it is actually on the machine."

"40 kilometers is 40 kilometers," Song Wenhua shook his right fist and slammed softly on his open left palm:

"It's done!"