After the collapse of the Soviet Union, a Russian writer, Berdrer Pujelovsky, wrote a book about the introduction of Su-27 fighter jets into China. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The book was later translated into Chinese by a man named Xiao Yun, and it was later the book "Sunset Gongqingcheng", which became famous at the Chinese military forum.

The great Su-27 fighter was born in Komsomolsk in the Far East of the Soviet Union. Here, too, is the birthplace of the entire Sukhoi family of fighters.

Hu Wenhai, who was fanning the flames everywhere, came here.

"Comrade Yuri Chervakov, you really disappointed me!"

Comrade Yuri Chervakov, the business manager of the Department of Foreign Public Relations of the Sukhoi Design Bureau, was at this time lamenting his fate with his head down, was it difficult to be disgusted by God?

Thanks to the great General Secretary Mikhail Gorbachev, under the guidance of perestroika and new thinking, even military factories need to carry out public relations with the outside world.

Yuri Chervakov, who was thus promoted to the post of operational manager of the Department of Foreign Public Relations, did not consider himself lucky, because in the eyes of the older generation, only the rotten bourgeoisie needed to engage in advertising and public relations.

In the great Soviet Fatherland, everything was just to be done at the behest of the Planning Committee.

For Yuri, who is not used to relationships and begging people, this new job is full of embarrassing content, so much so that he wonders where he has offended the leaders above?

Just as he was frustrated and returning to his home on the outskirts of Lihoslavli, Kalinin, to give himself a vacation, a phone call at night woke him up from his half-sleep.

"Yuri Chervakov, I'm Mikhail Simonov. I now order you to come to the group headquarters at once!"

With that, Mikhail hung up.

Yuri Chervakov, who had already fully sobered up, had no choice but to put on his clothes as fast as he could, and then drove his half-used "Muscovites" sedan to the headquarters of the design bureau like a flying head.

When he walked into the conference room of the headquarters building, he found that almost the entire power class in Sukhoi was already seated there. This includes several CEOs of design bureaus, experimental plants and production plants, but one more Asian with a raw face.

"Alright, Yuri Chervakov, go and sit down in your place. ”

Mikhail didn't look at him, but continued with a serious face: "I can see that if there are always forty years before nuclear fusion, then we will always have to wait for the next year before the Ministry of Defense pays us back." Don't count on it, everyone! You can count on sleeping in the open to live, which is much more reliable than relying on the Ministry of National Defense! This year's mission has been cut by 12 percent, but last year's plane is still parked in the factory and no one cares about it, and it seems that some of them have been delayed!"

"Next year, comrades, let's think about this year first, just 20 hours ago, it was already 1990! But what are our workers going to take for New Year's Day? There has been no salary in Komsomolsk for three months!"

"But we have a Russian proverb that when you point to the moon, a fool can only see his finger. Now let's see, who exactly is the fool!"

"Since the Ministry of Defense can't count on it, we can only rely on ourselves. If we don't take action, we don't know when people will starve to death in the factory. Of course, even if you can't starve to death, you can't kill yourself by stealing airplane antifreeze!"

"China is going to introduce third-generation fighters from the Soviet Union, I think everyone knows about it. The decision of the Politburo was to want to export the MiG-29, and if the Chinese comrades thought the same thing, then forget it. ”

"But when China clearly demanded the introduction of the Su-27, those guys who wanted us to starve to death obediently would rather break down the negotiations than allow the Su-27 to be exported! Comrades, it has reached the most dangerous time, we at the Komsomolskam Aircraft Factory, the Sukhoi Aircraft Manufacturing Company, cannot but make our voices heard, otherwise the bureaucrats above will treat these voices as if these voices do not exist at all!"

"We have to show our attitude and try to get the Politburo to change its decision! If we don't do this, our organization, our Sukhoi collective, I'm afraid we really won't be able to survive this winter!"

"When I'm done, which of you is for and against?"

Mikhail leaned his hands on the table, his gaze swept over the faces of everyone present. The CEOs of several factories did not hesitate much, and in fact, the situation was indeed as Mikhail said, to the point of no return.

At this time, if there is no more struggle, even this collective that provides them with power will not exist.

Sukhoi is a very closely aligned group, much like the Baku group in the Soviet Union.

In the Soviet Union, the Baku oil community has long dominated most of the Soviet oil system. Whether it was the Ural oil field or the Tyumen oil field, it was the people of the Baku family who controlled the Soviet oil field.

As one of the few products in the Soviet Union that could be exchanged for foreign exchange, the oil sector had a lot of power in the Soviet Union, and naturally the leading cadres of the Baku family were promoted more smoothly within the system.

If petroleum products supported half of the Soviet Union's foreign exchange, then it is clear that the military trade is the other half.

Sukhoi has fallen here, and the leading cadres of the Sukhoi department, who have lost their support, will naturally decline here. In the future, they will never be seen in the Ministry of Aviation Industry again.

Whether it's for public or private, it's time to fight together.

Fortunately, history has proven that the leaders of this Sukhoi are at least not lacking in courage.

"Mikhail, you say, what do you want us to do?"

Mikhail sat down on the throne again, shook his head, and said: "It's not that I want you to do it, we want to hear what the Chinese comrades want us to do." ”

"Chinese comrades?"

"Comrades from Sukhoi, I am Hu Wenhai from China. ”

Thank you to Chairman Kryuchkov, to the KGB, who was as desperate as Sukhoi.

Hu Wenhai stood up and thought silently in his heart. If it weren't for Gorbachev's massive slashing of the KGB budget and the fact that the KGB was completely tied to Hu Wenhai's chariot, he would never have been a foreigner in the internal Sukhoi meeting.

The sword that was supposed to defend the interests of the USSR is now in turn defending the foreigners who stole the interests of the USSR. Gorbachev may have forgotten when he cut the KGB budget that wolves are meant to bite if they are not fed as pets.

The KGB was the eye and sword of the defending Soviets, and when these eyes voluntarily blindfolded themselves, the entire top of the Soviet Union could be blinded.

"You may or may not have heard my name, but it doesn't matter, you just need to know that I'm rich. ”

"As for how rich I am, it's beyond what you can imagine. ”

"If you want to get an order for China's advanced fighter jets, then it's best to follow my advice. Let me also say a Chinese proverb, which is called a crying child has milk. ”

"If you want to change the decision of the Politburo, you must first show sufficient action. If you don't make a loud enough sound, you won't be able to get others to lower their heads and listen to you. The current Soviet Union has a very suitable method of expressing everyone's opinions, and it is still a trend from Moscow. ”

"I suggest that the Sukhoi company can organize a demonstration. ”

The word demonstration came out of Hu Wenhai's mouth, and the faces of the CEOs of several manufacturing factories suddenly changed color.

What is the difference between the actual effect of a demonstration and a strike? In this way, the political risk is too great.

"Isn't there any other way?" asked one of the CEOs in the room, "Or, can we not be so intense......

"Intense, intense what?"

Hu Wenhai scoffed at his timidity: "Just look at TV to know that the current Soviet Union is sitting on a barrel of explosives. Comrade Gorbachev was busy pleasing the Western countries, and at this time all his efforts would be in vain in the event of a political event. ”

Hu Wenhai's words are true, and everyone can now see very clearly what line Gorbachev has taken since he took office. The number of demonstrations and demonstrations that have taken place in the past few years is not small, which time did not the central government choose to retreat in the end?

What's more, this time Sukhoi is a military factory walking on the street, and the impact and significance are too great. If it's useless to even go to the streets of military factories, then next time will it be the army on the streets, and who will dare to take this package ticket?

The risks cannot be said to be absent, but they are really not worth mentioning compared to the benefits brought by the Chinese Su-27 order.

Once China introduces Su-27 fighters, there will be at least a billion dollars in trade. With so much money, enough for the officials of the Sukhoi family to form a small group of self-preservation in the Ministry of Aviation Industry.

It is impossible even for the top to liquidate after the fact, Gorbachev's liquidation of the army and the military-industrial system is too serious, and his WeChat has long fallen to the floor price in the military-industrial complex.

"Who else has a problem?" Mikhail asked from the throne, and no one dared to openly stand up against it at this time.

"Okay, since no one has any opinions, let's follow this plan. ”

Mikhail looked at Yuri Chervakov, pointed at him and said: "The parade is carried out by the Ministry of Foreign Public Relations, and the directors of the factories are responsible for mobilizing the workers in the factories. Coordination between the factories, mobilization of other enterprises in Komsomolsk, and the matter will be left to you, Yuri Chervakov. ”

"Ah, yes!" Yuri Chervakov hurriedly stood up: "Comrade Chief Designer, the task must be completed!"

Yuri Cervara stood in the spacious conference room, still a little confused. I'm the manager of the Department of Public Relations, why do I have to contact the march?

This man's fate really depends on personal struggle, but it also has to ......

(To be continued.) )