The No. 1 guest house is not far from the factory, and it takes more than ten minutes to walk out of the east gate.

As a special reception for Soviet experts in China, the No. 1 guest house has the same strong Soviet style as Building No. 9, with beige exterior walls and Gothic spires.

As for the workmanship and materials, there is nothing to say, they are all the best of the year.

The lobby on the first floor of the entrance is all smooth and shiny terrazzo floors, as delicate as marble. The wide staircase, the crimson wooden handrails are shiny, and the upper floor is a wooden floor, although it is somewhat unpainted, but the long board of the Houshi is very strong, giving people a different kind of heaviness.

Zhuang Jianye has a sense of being out of the world, as if he has returned to the end of the fifties, at the dance party in the lobby, the girl wearing Braggi and the Soviet expert danced the waltz together, the crystal chandelier emitted a gorgeous colored light, the young man playing the accordion had the regimental emblem pinned to his chest, his eyes chased the beloved girl, and the sound of the accordion made the whole guest house permeated with a romantic atmosphere.

However, in the next moment, this feeling was washed away by the cadres who went in and out of the brother factory on business, as well as the military representatives of the Air Force and the Navy, Zhuang Jianye was stunned, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, I really didn't expect that such a stylish guest house, even his own straight man of steel gave birth to a petty bourgeois tone, which shows that the prosperity of the year was by no means idle.

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sighed here, the room has been divided over there, there are a total of eight of them, two people in a room, a total of four, he and Shi Jun don't know if it's fate, or deliberately, they actually divided the two of them together.

When passing by Building 9, Zhuang Jianye had already taken his luggage back, of course, this process inevitably caused criticism from others again, and Zhuang Jianye didn't hear it all the way with his luggage.

At this time, I entered the room, put my luggage on the bed, stretched my waist, and caught a glimpse of a sketch on the bed opposite, and whispered: "F-15!"

If it is an ordinary sketch, Zhuang Jianye will not be like this, what F-15, F-16, not to mention sketches, I have even touched the real machine in my previous life, but the one in front of me is different, it is not a work of art, but a finished drawing similar to engineering design, no way, it is really too detailed in the depiction above, and even the connecting device on the ailerons is not bad, which can not help but surprise Zhuang Jianye.

Also surprised was Shi Jun, who was sorting things out, you must know that there were not many introductions to Western fighters in China at this time, so his F-15 sketch was mistaken by many people for the Soviet MiG-25.

There are really few people who Zhuang Jianye recognized at a glance, but despite this, Shi Jun did not let go of what he was doing, a few did not mean that there was no one, and it was not surprising that Zhuang Jianye could see it, so Shi Jun just asked casually when sorting out the book: "Do you recognize it?"

Zhuang Jianye said that if he didn't recognize it, he should find a piece of tofu and kill him, nodded and said in affirmation: "Of course." ”

As he spoke, he frowned again, looked at the sketch again, and asked Shi Jun with some puzzlement: "I just don't know why this F-15 of yours looks a bit like the MiG-25?"

As soon as this remark came out, Shi Jun's hand shaking unnaturally, he was a high-achieving student of Western Airlines, but he had no way to contact the model of the advanced fighter of the West, so he could only rely on the blurry black and white pictures, referring to the MiG-25 with similar aerodynamic shape, and inevitably it was somewhat similar to the MiG-25.

But the next moment Shi Jun smiled, he didn't know F-15, so he couldn't let others know, there was no reason for this, so he put the book on the bookshelf on the table and continued to ask:

"Do you know the characteristics of the F-15?"

"I can't talk about knowing, I can only say I understand a little!"

Zhuang Jianye smiled, his attitude was modest, he could see that Shi Jun was a very proud person, and he couldn't get into the eyes of people at all if he recognized a model or something, so he couldn't talk about a change in attitude, but he still stretched out his hand and pointed to the position of the wing on the map: "Here, there should be a transitional edge wing, although the Americans have done it a little roughly, but because of this, the maneuverability of the F-15 has been greatly improved, at least it is much better than the wing knife on the wing of the MiG-25." ”

If Zhuang Jianye recognized that the picture was painted with the F-15 and surprised Shi Jun, then the next words surprised him a little, he studied aircraft structure, and he was very aware of the influence of the aerodynamic shape of various fighters on the maneuverability of fighters.

Because of this, when he finished drawing the F-15 fighter, he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't find it, there was no way, the original drawing of the F-15 in the library was too blurry due to printing reasons, and the complex aerodynamic structure was depicted by a few lines of simple text, so he had to give up.

Now that Zhuang Jianye said this, Shi Jun immediately opened his mouth, and the reason why the F-15 can crush the MiG-25 with the aerodynamic shape in the turning radius should be on this side wing.

But that's limited to it, after all, F-15 is rare, and it's not that it can't be seen, he can't see clear pictures, it doesn't mean that others can't see it, so Shi Jun was surprised and Zhuang Jianye's sight, as for knowledge and ability, he didn't think Zhuang Jianye could be stronger.

However, he still stopped what he was doing, took out a pen and paper from the small desk next to him and handed it to Zhuang Jianye: "What is it? Can you help me draw a sketch?" ”

Learning aviation, reading and making drawings is the basic skill, Zhuang Jianye is naturally not a problem, took the pen and paper and lay on the table to sketch, a pair is not big, but the rounded edge of the wing structure jumped on the paper, and then handed it back to Shi Jun: "That's almost it, no matter how fine I can't do it, after all, I don't know the specific parameters." ”

"I see, thanks!"

Looking at the sketch of the edge strip wing on the paper, Shi Jun nodded suddenly, then simply thanked him, and continued to organize his things.

Seeing this, Zhuang Jianye just smiled, and just wanted to make the proud intellectuals in his heart bow down, that was really treating intellectuals as cabbage, so he didn't talk much anymore and began to sort out his things.

At this moment, Shi Jun suddenly asked: "You seem to have a deep study of the foreign aviation industry?"

"It's ok. Zhuang Jianye replied cautiously, because he didn't know what Shi Jun meant.

Shi Jun didn't pay attention to Zhuang Jianye anymore, but flipped through the books that he had sorted out, and took out a sketch and handed it to Zhuang Jianye: "Look at this." ”

Zhuang Jianye took it, glanced at it twice, and replied: "The French Phantom F-1 is very good, it is very well done, what's wrong?"

"What do you think, what is its thinking?" This time, Shi Jun was no longer reserved, and asked a profound question.