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

Persia, Isfahan.

Located in a valley between the Zagros and Kuhru Mountains, the terrain is relatively open, with endless plains all around.

The roar of an airplane could be heard overhead, so the people sitting in the donkey cart looked up and watched as a plane flew overhead, its fuselage long and thin, like a spear.

"F-5 fighter jet?" Zhang Chengzhi asked. "Where can't I see the Tomcat?"

"When relations with the United States were friendly, Persia bought eighty fighter jets, and 79 were delivered. Later, the Anglo-Israeli War broke out, and the Persian Air Force suffered heavy losses. In the later stages, the Tomcat fighter jets almost never appeared on the front lines."

The speaker had a small mustache, was thin, and could speak a somewhat broken Eastern language. At this moment, he was gazing at the sky, seemingly deep in thought.

“Yes, the Persian Air Force has received almost no replenishment over the years. We came here this time hoping to help the Persian Air Force develop.” Qin Chuan echoed, “Amar, thank you for helping to make the contact.”

When the idea of ​​coming to Persia was announced, Qin Chuan had already chosen a candidate: Amar!

When Qin Chuan was first reborn, he sold steel pipes to Amar, which solved their immediate problem. Later, he also provided gas cylinders and various other civilian goods. Yes, all civilian goods.

The relationship between the two had long since transcended that of ordinary friends. Now that Qin Chuan wanted to come to Persia, he naturally had to ask Amar to guide him. Disguising himself as a carpet merchant would be too much trouble!

"No, I should thank you all, and also thank Persia. Over the years, Persia has provided us with a lot of help..."

As they were talking, a convertible jeep pulled up in the opposite direction, and the people inside shouted, "Amar, is our friend here?"

"Yes!"

The car stopped, and several people got out. The one in the lead was about fifty years old, with a large beard and sharp eyes. You could tell at a glance that he was definitely a former pilot!

"Hello, Mr. Qin, I am Alireza Ataye, currently in charge of the Eighth Tactical Fighter Base."

"Ataye? You're the first pilot to shoot down an enemy plane with the Phoenix?" Qin Chuan blurted out.

Speaking of the Persian Tomcat, it was nothing short of a miracle. In the airspace where the Tomcat was located, enemy planes fled in panic. These victories are well-known to everyone.

The genius ace pilot was none other than Araka, the soul of the Persian Tomcat fighter. Unfortunately, he was stingy with the use of Phoenix missiles on the battlefield and was shot down in an encounter.

Besides him, the second-ranked pilot is Ataye right in front of us! This pilot is also very capable, being the first to shoot down an enemy aircraft with the Phoenix missile!

Ataye smiled and said, "Those are all things of the past. Besides, we don't engage in personality cults; it's mainly thanks to everyone's hard work."

After exchanging pleasantries, everyone got into the jeeps and soon arrived at the Eighth Tactical Fighter Base.

Here, the mountain range is nestled against the ground, and there is a dense forest not far away. If you continue to look eastward, you can also see another mountain range.

The mountains here have been hollowed out, revealing rows of hangar doors where those precious Tomcat fighter jets are deployed.

"At its peak, we could keep around sixty Tomcat fighters on standby at any time. However, as time went on, our spare parts shortage became more and more obvious. Now, we can only maintain a dozen or so Tomcat fighters in flight at most."

When talking about these things, Ataye's tone was somewhat somber. The once-powerful Persian air force had now become a sick cat!

"Well, our Laiyang Group has advanced materials and processing technology, and we can help you... There seems to be a lump of scrap metal over there?"

Following the direction Qin Chuan pointed, Ataye's expression was complicated: "Three years ago, a Tomcat fighter jet overran the runway while landing and burst into flames. After we put out the fire, we dismantled all the usable parts, and now only the shell remains..."

The Persian Tomcat fleet has been able to maintain itself to this day partly through the smuggling of parts from the black market and partly through the dismantling of usable parts from other aircraft. Even so, it is already quite remarkable that a dozen Tomcats can be kept in operation.

What parts are you missing right now?

"We lack everything, but the biggest problem is the lack of engines..."

Qin Chuan's eyes lit up: "That's not a big problem. Our Laiyang Group is producing a brand new high-thrust engine with a maximum afterburner thrust of 12.5 tons and a thrust-to-weight ratio of 7.8..."

Back then, after acquiring the overhaul line for Third Aunt's Husband from Er Mao, Tianjiao Aviation, a subsidiary of Laiyang Group, gained the capability to overhaul Third Aunt's Husband. Moreover, as the number of manufactured parts increased, assembling Third Aunt's Husband himself became a piece of cake.

Now, the domestically produced J-11 fighter jet has long been equipped with its own engines, and the engines of the J-15 are all domestically produced after undergoing salt and moisture-proof treatment. Once the R-79 is developed through reverse engineering, improvement, and upgrades, the heart disease of the Eastern fighter jet will be completely resolved!

Since it was designed by the Russians anyway, even if it is exposed in the future, the West will only think that it was exported by the Russians and has nothing to do with Laiyang Group!

The Tomcat fighter jet had a beautiful appearance, and its variable-sweep wings were a source of much discussion. However, it was not without its flaws. Because it was built in an early era, it could only be powered by bomber engines. Pilots had to be careful, as the engines would break down under severe stress if the pilots operated them too aggressively.

Even with careful maintenance, the number of engines is decreasing, and even if they can overhaul the engines, there is still a lifespan limit.

Upon hearing Qin Chuan mention that Laiyang Group could provide engines, Ataye's eyes widened instantly: "Really? That's wonderful! But... replacing an engine is no small matter, we..."

With the technology of the Persians, it would be good enough if they could maintain the Tomcat fighter jet. As for improvements? That's not something that can be done with just a few words.

"If you need one, you can send us a Tomcat that's out of power and can't fly, and we'll help you modify it!"

"Okay, okay, okay!" Ataye nodded repeatedly. "By the way, how much will the modifications cost?"

"No need for money. You can just give us the money to buy engines later. It's not expensive, three million US dollars per unit."

"Mr. Qin, Amar is right, you truly are our best friend!" Ataye was very grateful: "We will get the plane ready as soon as possible!"

Zhang Chengzhi looked at Qin Chuan with a complicated expression. What others thought was difficult was a piece of cake for President Qin. We originally came here to fix the landing gear, but now we've taken a whole plane back!

As they were talking, the group had already arrived at the hangar. At that moment, one of the hangar doors was open. Qin Chuan looked over and saw a small fighter jet with a slender fuselage and air intakes on both sides. It looked like an ordinary F5, but what was that vertical tail...? Why was it V-shaped?

Could this be the legendary Persian-developed lightning fighter?