Great Power Industry: You're a private company building an aircraft carrier?

This morning, Qingdao Customs.

"No, after your ships clear customs, they must sail to the port to unload. No cargo ship can just unload anywhere. If everyone did it this way, wouldn't it be chaos?"

"Dude, what we bought is scrap metal. We can dismantle it after it's aground. Unload it at the port? That's impossible! We can't just break it into eight pieces at the port, can we?"

Qin Chuan complained to the person inside the window: "From now on, the main business of our steel plant will be to buy old ships from abroad, dismantle them, melt them down into steel, and support our country's construction. Please let the customs make an exception for us."

"No, the country has its rules, and customs has its own rules. Do you think we can let small businesses like yours run rampant? You must unload your goods at our port, otherwise, you're smuggling! Stop dawdling here, next!"

Qin Chuan walked out helplessly, and Li Jianshe whispered, "Brother Chuan, why don't we sail the boat to Tianjin? My old man has connections at the Tianjin Customs."

"This is a cargo ship weighing 30,000 to 40,000 tons. Do you know how much fuel it will take to sail over there? Humph, I don't believe it. We've crossed the Strait of Hormuz, the Suez Canal, and the Strait of Malacca. Now that we're on our own doorstep, you think you can stop me!"

"Brother Chuan, do you have a plan?" Li Jianshe's eyes lit up. "How about sending an envelope? By the way, should we bring the Audi over?"

“The people here are stubborn; even if a Hongqi car comes, it won’t make a difference.” Qin Chuan glanced out the window again: “Now, we can only ask the military for help.”

"Your second uncle?"

"No, there's a naval base right next door. I'll just go talk to the leaders there."

"Do you know them?"

Qin Chuan shook his head.

"then you……"

"No problem, it'll definitely work. Go back and tell the people at the factory to pick up the goods on the beach east of our factory, and bring the necessary equipment."

"Ok."

Li Jianshe left the customs office and took a long-distance bus back to the factory, while Qin Chuan went to the naval base alone.

Who would have thought that things would turn out so coincidentally, my second uncle was also inside!

Upon hearing Qin Chuan's account, the naval leaders' eyes widened, and they repeatedly praised Qin Chuan for his skill. They nodded and said, "It's alright, just go ahead and do it. If anything goes wrong, the navy will take responsibility!"

The naval leaders personally went to the customs office to handle the formalities, while Qin Chuan acted first and reported later, directly sending the ship to beach the ship. However, he did not expect that the military would take it so seriously and actually put the beaching area under martial law!

Now, how are we going to explain this to the Russians on the ship?

Once the ship had come to a complete stop, Babbage stood beside Qin Chuan and asked, "Qin, what happened?"

"It's nothing. My second uncle heard I was back and came to greet me. Sigh, well, he's here to greet me, but why all the fuss?" Qin Chuan sighed, deciding to put on a show.

"Second uncle?"

"Yes, he is my father's younger brother."

"Qin, I didn't expect you to have this kind of relationship." Babich knew that his father's brother was called Uncle, but he didn't know that Qin Chuan's second uncle was so powerful, definitely a big shot in the military!

"Yes, doing business in the East requires connections. You've all had a long journey. I'll have someone pick you up and take you back. Enjoy good food and drink, and have your fill before you go back!"

After Qin Chuan finished speaking, he looked down and said, "Jianshe, take our friends to rest!"

Along the way, everyone spent all day together, gesturing and chatting in their native tongue. Li Jianshe also learned some basic Russian, so he was able to handle entertaining guests without any problem.

The Russian sailors were very excited; they had finally arrived in the East! They had heard that the shops here were full of goods, there were no queues to pay, and most importantly, there was wine!

They followed Li Jianshe into the van, while Babich did not leave.

"Qin, could you introduce me to your second uncle?"

"Second uncle, second uncle!"

Qin Jiantai walked over.

"Second Uncle, let me introduce you. This is Babich, a good friend I made with Er Mao..."

Before Qin Chuan could speak, the old man standing next to Qin Jiantai suddenly became excited: "Valerian Babich? You were the designer of aircraft carriers during the Soviet era?"

Babich was a little curious. The man opposite him was older than him and looked like an experienced veteran designer. He just didn't know how the man knew his name. Moreover, the man could speak fluent Russian!

“We don’t call them aircraft carriers, we call them heavy aircraft-carrying cruisers,” Babbage replied. “And you are?”

“Mr. Babich, what a coincidence! I am Pan Jingfu. I studied in the Soviet Union in the 1950s and visited the Neva Design Bureau and the Nikolayev Shipyard…”

Pan Lao! The father of the Eastern Navy's guided-missile destroyers!

Qin Chuan went to the Qingdao naval base only to tell the military that he had a treasure and ask them to put in a good word for him. It was already a coincidence that he ran into his second uncle. He never expected that Old Pan would also be there!

Mr. Pan was born in 1930. He had a turbulent childhood. Seeing the enemy's warships on the banks of the Huangpu River, he felt a surge of pride: When I grow up, I will also build warships, build our own Chinese warships!

After graduating in 1952, Mr. Pan first engaged in the design of steam turbine generators. In 55, he entered the shipbuilding industry and began his lifelong struggle.

It was during that period that he visited the Soviet Union, which broadened his horizons and allowed him to meet many Russian designers.

Unfortunately, Babbage was still young at that time and had not yet entered the shipbuilding industry, so the two had never met before.

After returning from the Soviet Union, Mr. Pan began to dedicate himself to the field of warships. In 62, under pressure from all sides, he changed the DC power supply on the warships to AC power supply, which has since become the norm for domestically produced warships.

As a result, Mr. Pan was highly regarded by his superiors. When he was 35 years old, the country was going to build the Type 051 destroyer, so he was appointed as the chief designer. In the 1980s, the second-generation domestically produced destroyer Type 052 project was launched, and Mr. Pan once again became the chief designer.

The first Type 052 destroyer, hull number 112, was started in 89, launched in 91, and began a long sea trial after outfitting was completed.

Although it was only officially commissioned in 94, it began long-range sea trials this year and just sailed to Qingdao naval port. Mr. Pan also came with the warship.

Upon hearing that Qin Chuan had brought back some good stuff, Old Pan immediately decided to go and take a look.

“I’ve heard people at the design bureau talk about you. You’re an outstanding warship designer from the East!” Babich said.

"Second Uncle, since we all know each other, we should have a good chat. How about we go to the county town and find a restaurant to eat and talk?"

Along the way, Qin Chuan was still thinking about how to keep Babbage here. Now that the two designers have met, they have something in common to talk about and could talk for three days and three nights without running out of things to say.

When the time comes, the Russian sailors will leave, leaving Babich alone!

"Okay." Qin Jiantai nodded.

"Second Uncle, I need to arrange the unloading first. Please wait a moment."