Scholars in the courtyard.

Chapter 2347 I have a bad feeling
701 Station.

Director Zheng stood at the door watching the staff coming and going, then looked down at his watch with an anxious look on his face.

"I!"

Suddenly, a young man not far away reached out and shouted, "B3 is finished, I need V5."

The young man shouted loudly, and then a girl with glasses immediately took out a piece of information from a stack of documents on the table and ran quickly to the young man.

He took B3's information away and placed V5's information on the young man's desk.

After getting the information, the young man reset the calculator beside him to zero, and quickly calculated a set of data by clicking his fingers. He then wrote it down with a pen and continued with the next set of calculations.

At the same time, the girl took B3's information and quickly walked to the next room, then put it into the grid of B3 before turning around and leaving.

Soon someone quickly ran to B3's box and reclassified the information.

After a while, the original B3 information became A6 information, and this person then sent it to another young man.

At this time, there was also a calculator in front of the young man.

"Director Zheng, please have a drink of water and take a rest."

The security chief came up to Director Zheng with a glass of water in his hand.

Director Zheng took a look, then took the cup and took a sip, "Old Gao, do you think we can complete it this time?"

"Yes, definitely."

Lao Gao said with certainty, and the certainty on his face made Director Zheng feel a little puzzled, "Why?"

Lao Gao smiled and said, "I don't know, I just think it is possible."

"it is good!"

Director Zheng stopped talking, quickly finished the water in his cup, and handed it back, "Lao Gao."

"You security department must do a good job."

"For people in our line of work, no matter how much we say, the only word is ruthless."

Lao Gao looked solemn, and Director Zheng continued, "I know that some things are inhumane, and some things seem to be very serious."

“But these are necessary.”

At this point, Director Zheng looked at the people present, his eyes sweeping over all the busy young people, "Look at them, they have been here since they were sixteen or seventeen, and have been working for more than ten years. Many of them have reached the age of starting a family and a career, but what about now?"

"In order to keep the secrets here, each of them has made sacrifices and shed blood and sweat."

"I don't want anything bad to ruin this honor."

Lao Gao put the cup on the table beside him, the smile no longer on his face.

"Don't worry, we have three officers protecting everyone here."

“That.”

Lao Gao took a deep breath and said, "Although we don't want to do this, we will do it well."

Director Zheng nodded slightly, then raised his hand to check the time again.

"Two hours."

As he spoke softly, Lao Gao's expression turned serious.

"Yeah, there's still three hours left."

"Tower Tower, I have arrived at the designated airspace and request to conduct the final test."

On Baiju No. 1, Huo Sheng was communicating with the ground.

Not long ago, he and Chang Kong conducted a test flight according to the scheduled subjects, and the performance of this Baiju fighter was the same as the previous one.

The only difference is the paint on the outside has changed and the color of the aircraft is no longer white.

At the same time, the original honor mark on the aircraft, the black bird pattern, was also covered up.

In the words of the technicians, they don't have black high-temperature paint yet.

As a last resort, I can only make it black.

After the request, a voice immediately came from the microphone, "Baiju One, Baiju One, this is the tower."

"We are ready to fly."

"Tower, Baiju One received."

After finishing the report, Huo Sheng hung up the call, and then said to Chang Kong behind him, "Old Chang, what are the indicators this time?"

Chang Kong was recording the data of the aircraft. Hearing this, he flipped open the last page on the data board and asked, "Indicators, what indicators do you want?"

"Nonsense, of course it's the speed indicator?"

Huo Sheng looked curious, but Chang Kong fixed the data board after hearing it, and then said unhappily, "Why don't you just ask me how long I can bear it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Huo Sheng laughed.

"I knew you could do it, Old Chang."

"Don't give me that. I'm telling you, if you keep me from fighting, I'll never partner with you again."

Chang Kong still spoke up to remind them that although Yang Xiaotao told them that the paint on the surface of the body could withstand a high temperature of 600 degrees, that was only theoretical data, so it was best not to exceed Mach 3.5.

If Huo Sheng gets carried away and damages the aircraft causing a major overhaul, he will definitely do what he says.

You know, as pilots, they knew the purpose of this operation.

For this purpose, they have already written the 'last letter' and are ready to sacrifice at any time.

"Don't worry, I understand."

"Even if I have to chase, I have to focus my energy on the final battle."

Huo Sheng said seriously that he already had an honor, but what he longed for in his heart was still the dream of chasing the blue sky.

It would be his greatest honor if he could have two Blackbird medals on his body when he retires.

"That's best."

While the two were communicating, the plane had already entered the designated airspace.

"Control tower, this is Baiju No. 1, I'm ready."

"Tower received, please ensure safety."

"Baiju received."

As soon as the words fell, the plane began to accelerate.

The light blue plane shuttled quickly across the blue sky, leaving a white trail behind it.

In the tower, Yang Xiaotao and others were already standing in front of the window holding binoculars. If it weren't for the presence of Pi Lian, they would not have been able to find any trace of the plane.

Wang Minghai looked at it for a while, then tilted his head and asked, "Did the radar detect it?"

"Commander, it has been captured."

"What speed?"

"Mach 3.3, and the speed is still increasing."

"Continue to observe."

"Yes."

Wang Minghai continued to look into the distance. At this time, the plane was accelerating into the air, then turning and diving, and its speed was increasing little by little.

"Mach 3.5."

Suddenly, the staff officer in charge of the inspection shouted loudly, and Wang Minghai's expression changed, "Record the time, quickly." Everyone nearby immediately recorded the time and monitored the speed of the aircraft at the same time.

"Minister Yang, do you think you can maintain your productivity for a long time?"

When Yang Xiaotao heard the question, he thought for a moment before smiling and saying, "That depends on how much fuel the plane has."

Wang Minghai was stunned when he heard this, then replied with a smile, "If that's the case, I'll treat you to a drink."

"Drinking again, who skipped the drinking last night?"

After Yang Xiaotao finished speaking, Wang Minghai blushed. What happened last night was really not very glorious.

Several main leaders of the base were able to drink, but they ended up drinking with the guests and lying on the table.

"I was just preparing for work."

Wang Minghai said this with a smile, and then prepared to continue explaining.

At this time, the door of the command tower opened, and then two people were seen walking in quickly.

Yang Xiaotao and the other man turned their heads and saw Elder Wang and Elder Qian walking in, and they hurried forward.

"Mr. Wang, teacher."

Yang Xiaotao greeted him, and Old Wang came up to him with a smile on his face, "You don't even go home, are you planning to change your career?"

Yang Xiaotao stood in front of Mr. Qian, smiled and shook his head, "I plan to learn more. If I lose my job, I can learn many skills."

Old Wang rolled his eyes. This kid is really a scoundrel. He dares to respond to anything.

Putting aside other things, with his status as an eighth-level master fitter, if he loses his job, wouldn't the workers under him be in turmoil?
What's more, this guy is an engineer and the boss of the ninth department.

Still so young.

In other words, even if he lost his job, Yang Xiaotao would be fine.

Not wanting to pay attention to Yang Xiaotao, Mr. Wang walked directly to Wang Minghai and asked about the situation, "What's the situation now?"

"Chief."

While Wang Minghai was talking about the current situation, Yang Xiaotao was saying this to Mr. Qian.

"Teacher, what are you doing here?"

Mr. Qian nodded. "I heard that you have made high temperature resistant materials. I want to come and see them."

"As you know, the speed of missiles will get faster and faster. Now the instantaneous speed has reached Mach 4, and it will be even higher and faster in the future."

"The surface temperature of the body must be at least one thousand degrees. The cost of simply using high-temperature resistant alloys is too high, and the weight will also increase."

"I don't want all future missiles to be as bulky as the Alliance's."

After Qian Lao finished speaking, Yang Xiaotao understood what he meant and said with a smile, "The high-temperature resistant materials we use are not cheap. If you want to use them, it's better to organize the production yourself."

“Self-produced and self-sold, convenient for use.”

Mr. Qian nodded, "This is also the purpose of my visit this time."

"I still need your help with this matter."

"no problem."

The two of them made a preliminary decision and then walked towards the window.

"Oh, by the way, teacher, this time it was my master who discovered the high temperature resistance of crystalline silicon. You have to help me when the time comes. At the very least, you have to establish your title as an expert."

After hearing this, Mr. Qian glanced at Yang Xiaotao and nodded when he saw that he was smiling. "Don't worry, as long as we can produce results, we brothers will make him a professor, not to mention an expert."

Now it was Yang Xiaotao's turn to be stunned. Is this still the teacher Qian he was familiar with?
This is a very domineering statement.

The two came to the windowsill, picked up the telescope and looked towards the sky, looking for traces of light blue.

"How long?"

"Mach 3.5, five minutes."

Wang Minghai's voice was a little nervous, and Yang Xiaotao nodded, "It looks like you can still hold on."

Everyone nodded, but their eyes were fixed on the sky.

Senior official, in the garrison base.

After Lehman came out of the gentle land in the morning, he waited for news in the office.

Next door is the command center.

By waiting here, you can get accurate information at the first time.

crunch
The door opened and Lawrence walked in with a fruit plate, followed by his secretary Mengsha.

"Hey, Lawrence, this is an office. Do you understand? You can't eat in the office."

Lehmann looked serious and spoke in a pretentious tone.

After hearing this, Lawrence shook his head and said nothing. He went straight to the sofa, sat down, picked up a banana and put it in his mouth.

Mengsha stood behind him, holding a document in her hand with a serious expression.

Lehman took a look and thought of the other side of the other party, and his heart couldn't help but get hot.

However, seeing Lawrence's appearance, Lehman suppressed his anger.

"Mr. Lehman, I wonder if you have heard an old saying."

Lawrence didn't react at all to Lehman's words, he just kept talking to himself.

"Ancient words?"

Lehman frowned when he heard this.

He had been in contact with Lawrence for quite some time during this period, and he discovered that this guy seemed to be very curious about Chinese culture.

He even often talks about China's "cultural principles".

I guess it's those same words again this time.

Sure enough, before Lehman could ask, Lawrence said, "When I woke up this morning, my right eyelid kept twitching."

"Chinese people often say that the left eye twitching brings good luck, while the right eye twitching brings disaster."

At this point, Lawrence rubbed his right eye and looked at Lehman, "To be honest, I have a bad feeling."

"How about we reschedule it?"

When Lehman heard this, he thought to himself that it was true.

Then he looked at Mengsha, who also looked speechless.

Things had come to this point, with the plane set to take off in two hours, and yet someone came up to him and told him that he had to cancel his plans because his right eyelid was twitching. If other people knew about this, they would probably laugh their heads off.

Of course, what is also laughed out of the window is the future career.

"Lawrence, your eyelid twitching is probably caused by conjunctival inflammation. It's the eye repairing itself."

"I guess you got infected accidentally."

Lehman said indifferently, "Besides, what you call 'disaster' is what I want to be called 'wealth'."

"Don't worry, even if you can't get rich, it will be the same as last time. What do you have to worry about?"

As Lehman spoke, Lawrence, who was sitting in the chair, felt that there was some truth in what he said.

Thinking about the game I played with Mengsha last night, I felt a little clear.

But after hearing these words, why did my eyelids twitch more and more?