Chapter Seventy-Eight: Take My Money!

Just when Wu Yihao and Morris were pretending to be polite, the door of the reception room next door suddenly opened, and Hatim and Wang Ming walked out with smiles on their faces.

Seeing their performance, Wu Yihao was overjoyed.

This time, it probably did.

----No, of course, it is not a direct contract deal, but at least, the preliminary intention should be reached.

Morris didn't seem to figure out the situation yet, and he probably thought that the smile on Hatim's face was just a courtesy to his friend, so he greeted him as soon as he walked out the door.

"Mr. Hatim, I ......"

"How did you know I was here?"

However, before he could finish speaking, Hatim interrupted him with a frown.

Maurice froze for a moment.

Asking about the whereabouts of an important official of a country is not too taboo in business, especially in an industry like his.

However, if the person being inquired about it takes the initiative, it is a different matter.

Judging by Hatim's performance, he seems to be a little unhappy about this.......

But Morris was also quick to react, and he immediately thought of a reason to explain:

"I met Mr. Gizuri here and saw your car outside, so I came to see ......"

Hatim's brow was still not relaxed, and he said in a cold tone:

"You shouldn't disturb my wife's conversation with Mr. Wu---- you know, they're both gardening enthusiasts, it's just a meeting between friends."

"Of course, of course, I just came over as a friend to say hello."

Morris hurriedly replied.

In the deal between Saudi Arabia and France, France does occupy the absolute initiative.

But in his own deal with Hatim, the situation was different.

After all, the other party is the chief of general staff of a country, and he surpasses himself too much in terms of status and ability......

I really don't know how these Chinese people can get along with him so easily.

Maurice carefully observed Hatim's expression, and the latter waved his hand and said:

"Well, if it's all right, Mr. Morris, I think you can leave."

"I know you're here for our cooperation, but I may not be in Riyadh for the next few days, and you can contact my secretary if you have anything."

"Understood, I wish you a great holiday."

Morris hurried out of the lounge with a few flattering replies, and when the door closed, Hatim regained his smile.

He looked at Wang Ming on the side and said:

"Ming, as we talked about, I think we should go to your country as soon as possible."

"You are still as honest and fair as ever, and if it is really as good as you say, I think it will be another successful cooperation......

.......

Two days later, the 601 test flight site.

Dressed in a thick fur coat and holding a telescope in his hand, Hatim observed the dark gray painted fighter plane in the distance, and said:

"It's interesting, has your aesthetic finally improved? This seems to be the first time I've seen you use this color of livery. ”

Hearing his words, Wang Ming on the side smiled and replied:

"This is the advice of one of our important engineers, he said, appearance is also part of combat effectiveness---- the better the appearance, the stronger the combat effectiveness."

"Interesting statement, I hope he's not lying. Ming, can we start testing? ”

Wang Ming nodded, he waved his hand to Lei Gang, who was waiting in the distance, and in the next second, a series of instructions began to be transmitted, and the "Jian-8" fighter in the distance, which had long been no longer like Jian-8, slowly moved.

The tail of the fighter jet spewed out a blazing bright flame, which was especially dazzling under the gray sky.

After a short glide, the big dark gray bird rose from the ground and rose into the sky in a vigorous posture.

Hatim was dumbfounded, and he asked in disbelief as he reflected on the arc that passed in front of him:

"Ming, didn't you say that you are using a simplified version of the WS-10 engine? But this motivation ...... It doesn't seem to be worse than the J-10 you flew before. ”

"Of course."

Wang Ming's tone was a little proud.

"The J-8 III is a heavy fighter, he uses a twin-engine structure, and the combined peak thrust of the two engines reaches 24 tons."

"You know, the WP-13 engine we used before had a single thrust of only 6.4 tons, which is not an order of magnitude at all."

"So, now the thrust of this aircraft is actually somewhat redundant."

"Very good!"

Hatim nodded with emotion, then continued:

"Can it fly aerobatics? For example, complex maneuvers? ”

"Absolutely, it's part of the show."

Wang Ming's words had just fallen, and the flight attitude of the J-8 III, which was swept through the air at high speed, changed abruptly.

The plane then began to climb in an arc at an alarming angle, and as it reached the very top, the nose of the plane jerked down again, transforming into a dive attitude.

Immediately afterward, the plane began to fall at great speed, and when it was less than a kilometer above sea level, it pulled up again.

It all seemed to be done with great ease, and Hatim was dumbfounded, and stammered slightly:

"It's amazing....... I've only seen this maneuver in movies before. ”

"Maybe the Cobra maneuver isn't much of a ....... for it"

"Ming, how the hell did you do it?"

"Obviously your technical ....... It may seem rude to say that, but I feel that overnight you have taken the authority of Allah! ”

"It's a miracle ......"

Listening to Hatim's sigh, the corners of Wang Ming's mouth hooked up a smug arc.

Yes, when I first saw the J-8 III make such an incredible maneuver, my reaction was almost exactly the same as that of Hatim.

Fast lifting, fast falling, extreme maneuverability, and extremely stable low-speed performance.

All this is beyond his imagination, and beyond his understanding of "modern fighters".

Can this still be called a pseudo-third-generation aircraft?

This is the third generation aircraft!

Even the J-8 III can do this, if the J-10 optimization is completed, how strong will it be?

----What about Project 22?

How terrifying will that fighter jet, which is still a legend to this day, be?

Wang Ming took a breath lightly, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and continued to say to Hatim:

"Hatim, that's not all."

"You know, modern air combat has gradually shifted from line-of-sight combat to line-of-sight attacks."

"As I told you, we have equipped this fighter with a new radar system, and now we are able to attack from beyond visual range."

"To show you this, we have prepared a target for you......"

As if to cooperate with his explanation, the Jian-8 in the air slowly climbed, and after entering the firing angle, a puff of white smoke rose from under its belly, and then, an air-to-air missile pierced the clouds and shuttled in the direction of the distant invisible.

Ten seconds later, on the edge of the empty sky, a small fire lit up.

The missile hit the target aircraft.

Hatim's eyes were wide open, and his mouth was not closed for a long time.

"Such precision...... Ming, are you really not fake? ”

"Absolutely impossible---- if you don't believe it, in the follow-up experiments, you can even send your own pilots to fly randomly, you know, this is a two-seater fighter."

Hatim shook his head, his eyes still fixed on the plane in the air.

After a long time, he suddenly spoke:

"Ming, I really admire you."

"In just a few decades, you've come to this point."

"We used to be at the same starting point, but now you've left us far behind."

"We went around looking for imported fighter jets and paid a high price, but we never wanted to build a fighter of our own like you."

"Why, you say?"

Wang Ming was silent for a moment and replied:

"I know why, but it's hard to explain to you."

"But...... There's one thing I think you understand. ”

"For a country and a civilization like ours, if it can't get the first place, it will be a failure."

"We're just chasing the top."

"So, we're going to keep moving forward and do whatever it takes......."

"Understood."

Hatim nodded solemnly.

But suddenly, a slightly teasing smile appeared on his face.

He looked at Wang Ming and said:

"Maybe these things shouldn't be discussed by the two of us, maybe the next time we have a political meeting, you should be invited to speak---- that will definitely bring a lot of inspiration to our officials."

"But now......"

"Give me the plane and take my money!"