A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

"Buzzing..."

As the horizontally opposed engine started, a sound completely different from that of a small hot hatch drifted through the arena.

"Wow! So steady! Just like... just like ocean waves."

Old Wang squinted, as if he had returned to the days of rowing a sampan.

"That's right, those J-6s that Xiao Jiang personally took care of are highly sought-after in the team!" Pang Guoxing's voice rang out behind Lao Wang.

"Oh, that little ahoge (cowlick) is still top-notch! Wait, what are you wearing?"

Pang Guoxing was already fully equipped, except for the excessively heavy flight helmet he was wearing, and he even had his parachute on his back.

The main focus is on one profession.

"Ha, don't forget we also have the title of test pilot. Get out of here!"

Seeing that Lao Wang was about to say something, Pang Guoxing's face instantly turned stern: "What, you don't even have a parachute, and you still want to test fly?"

"Comrade! The flight of every new aircraft is a serious matter! It must be operated by professionals. Do you know how to test flight programs? Do you know how to handle emergencies? Do you know how to crash the aircraft onto the runway in case of an accident?"

Pang Guoxing gave a thumbs-up and pointed to himself: "My friend, the person standing in front of you has superb test flight experience. Even if the machine gun falls off, I can..."

"stop!"

Old Wang reluctantly shoved a walkie-talkie into the back seat of the "Flying Cat Car": "There's no radio installed, use this as a makeshift solution. Be careful yourself, even though Little Dumb Hair is reliable, but..."

"what……"

Pang Guoxing narrowed his eyes and took two steps forward: "Don't worry, even if it crashes, I'll bring the aircraft back."

"Hey...why all the emotional stuff? This thing is more reliable than the An-2! ​​If the engine stops, you don't have to do anything, remember that!"

Jiang Xia was being held back by the old company commander and his men, and obediently squatted in front of the old company commander. Upon hearing this, he couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Guoxing, just fly it like your old personal aircraft. Although it only has a speedometer, the rest is pretty much the same as the J-6..."

"Yes!"

"Please rest assured, Chief Designer, not everyone has to reach the finish line; someone always needs to pave the way!"

"Alright, alright... save those words for when you fly over there." Tsk, if the scanner hadn't given you a perfect green light, I would have actually shed tears of gratitude for you.

Don't blame me for being nonchalant; the main thing is that this thing is really quite safe. As long as you don't do anything reckless and insist on driving it into the eye of a typhoon...

Pang Guoxing sat in the cockpit, and the layout, which was almost identical to that of the J-6, gave him a sense of familiarity.

"Fuel supply command issued again, brakes on the rudder, push the accelerator forward one centimeter, switch to 1+2..."

"Start with the push of a button!"

"Hey, it's a magneto-electric switch!"

"It's just a big motorcycle, why would it need a magnetic switch? As long as it has an electric ignition, it's better than having to stand on the ground and kick the engine!" Little Dai Mao, pulled away from the gyrocopter, was watching Pang Guoxing's operation through binoculars while chattering into the walkie-talkie.

"If it's 20 meters long, we can pull it up!"

"Understood!" Pang Guoxing's muffled voice came through the walkie-talkie.

As he increased the throttle, the horizontally opposed engine emitted a whistling sound.

Unlike the previous calm sound like ocean waves, this sound is like the howling of the north wind, giving a feeling of abundant energy.

"Fly...fly!"

As the gyroplane moved forward a short distance and slowly rose into the air like a large bamboo dragonfly, no one cheered. In the vast area, only the gyroplane's humming could be heard as it climbed higher.

"Hey, why aren't you guys cheering? Even though someone made this thing decades ago..."

The crowd ignored Jiang Xia, like fat ducks whose necks had been seized by fate, staring blankly at the sky.

"We've made something that can fly?"

On the main office building next door, the reflection of the glass mirror flashed by.

Secretary Liu looked at the rising aircraft and exclaimed in admiration.

"Quickly tell the other units not to bring out their anti-aircraft guns." As he spoke, he pressed the binoculars against his face again: "Old Wang is getting more and more unreliable. Doesn't he even know how to give notice?"

A comrade beside him rapidly adjusted the radio with both hands: "Like attracts like? I've also noticed that the captain is becoming increasingly unreliable. Before, he would give inexplicable sinister smiles, but now he just opens his mouth wide and grins like an idiot..."

Upon hearing this, Secretary Liu looked away from the binoculars, quickly glanced at the colleague beside him, and a smile appeared on his lips: "If it were you, you probably wouldn't have fared much better. Just think about what that guy did, every single one of them was pleasing to the eye."

Especially the recent exchange with the French—they managed to get so many good things from those arrogant foreigners with just a cassette tape—anyone would be ecstatic.

Yes, just now, the French have signed the agreement, officially turning the memorandum into a contract. They seem terrified we'll back out. I wonder what their expression will be when they take it back and find they can't understand it.

Remembering the strict orders from his superiors: to strictly protect Comrade Jiangxia's personal safety and expand the security perimeter as much as possible, but without affecting Comrade Jiangxia's normal life, Secretary Liu felt a little depressed again.

Ensuring safety is the right thing to do, but it's no match for this little brat's own reckless actions...

Just now, seeing that guy with the ahoge sticking out his butt climbing up the gyroplane, Secretary Liu felt like jumping off the building.

"Hey, wait a minute! This Pang Guoxing seems to be courting death too! This kid has a history of hitting leaders; if he gets really into a rage, he might just go and wander around the city gate tower..."

As the gyrocopter reached a height of 100 meters and began to move in a circular motion, Secretary Liu broke out in a cold sweat again.

"Quickly, quickly, go down and tell that the one flying in the sky shouldn't run far away!"

"Damn it, none of them are any easy to deal with!"

Another team member, who was also a secretary, responded and ran downstairs.

Halfway there, I saw a sign that read "Broadcasting Room" on the third-floor office, and with a quick thought, I went inside.

"Announcer! Quick! I need to say something, please turn up the volume and shout it out!"

Ah!

clever!

Most of the walkie-talkies they use now were captured from the battlefield. Although they work, they all have some problems.

The one on Old Wang's gyroplane couldn't be heard beyond a kilometer. The soldier was intimately familiar with the machine he originally operated. Using that to contact Pang Guoxing in the air was less effective than shouting through a loudspeaker on the ground!

As he spoke, the soldier picked up his pen to write, but after struggling for a while, he managed to write a small note with pinyin.

"Hey? What are you doing! Come on, give us the report!"

The announcer was peeking out the window, marveling at the gyrocopter circling overhead. Hearing the soldier's question, she rolled her beautiful eyes:

"What are you yelling about? Your department head took our loudspeaker and hasn't returned it yet... The factory hasn't had any announcements for the past few days, didn't you know!"

"Ah!" The guard cried out, tears streaming down his face. They'd gone on a mission ahead; he had no idea the loudspeaker was missing!

I only knew the captain would just grin like an idiot, I never expected him to do something so outrageous.

Following Xiao Jiang will really make you stupid!

……

On the rooftop, Secretary Liu continued observing through binoculars. The camera then shifted, following the gyroplane's view to the factory gate.

Ok?

Why are there so many cars at the factory gate?

Seeing the several men in suits getting out of the car and looking up at her, Secretary Liu broke out in a cold sweat again.

"Pills, pills! Where did this golden-haired monkey come from!"