A doctor who travels through two eras

Lin Sanqi was a little puzzled. In this era, why did people still need old planes?
"Why do they want the J-7? We have so many advanced fighter jets. Even the J-10 can stand out from the crowd, right? Why don't we buy more powerful third-generation or fourth-generation aircraft?"

Commander Hu chuckled and said, "They also need money to buy it."

Compared to the African black uncles, the reputation of Dandong’s neighbors is not much better, and may even be worse.

It is a daydream to expect to receive payment for the goods delivered by plane. The logic is that if you get it by force, why should you pay for it?

We have suffered so many losses that we will no longer be fooled.

Oh, by the way, when trading with this country, it is almost always barter, and you can’t receive cash. We have made some poor friends.

In order to welcome the big boss Lin Sanqi, the J-7 aircraft also conducted live-fire drills.

The J-7 suddenly launched a missile in the air, and soon there was a bang and explosion on the ground, accurately hitting a target several kilometers away.

Lin Sanqi was holding a telescope in his hand and was looking at it with great excitement.

Men all like this kind of war scenes, which you will never see in normal times.

"Hey, this is good, this is good, the hit rate is very high. With this powerful weapon, which small country dares to provoke China? Haha."

The officers present all curled their lips and were very disdainful when they heard this, thinking, who would be afraid of such a backward fighter?

Only Lin Sanqi knew that the China he was talking about was not the China of 2015, but the China of 1962.

After 20 minutes of performance, the J-7 fighter jet landed on the runway.

As the buyer's representative, Lin Sanqi, accompanied by a group of men in green military uniforms, got close to the fighter jet for a visit and even climbed into the cockpit of the fighter jet to experience it for himself.

Finally, he looked at the pilot who was accompanying him and asked:
"Comrade, how much fuel does this plane consume per 100 kilometers?"

Hahahaha, everyone at the scene burst into laughter.

The pilot wanted to laugh but didn't dare to, so he answered seriously:
"Mr. Lin, without going supersonic, the J-7 consumes about 1.3 tons of fuel per hour."

Lin Sanqi smacked his lips and thought that it was quite difficult. With the level of oil refining in the 1960s, it would be a huge problem to supply hundreds of airplanes.

"By the way, Comrade Major, I would like to ask, if a pilot can fly the J-6 or the former Soviet Union's MiG-19, can he immediately start flying the J-7 after getting it?"

The pilot thought for a moment and said:
"I think it should be possible, because the J-6 and J-7 are of the same origin, and their design concepts are derived from the MiG system fighters, so apart from the differences in parts and engines, there is not much difference in operation."

In fact, this is easy to understand. Just like a smartphone, the so-called upgraded version actually has more advanced configurations, but the operating system is still similar, and there are only a few operating keyboards.

When Lin Sanqi heard this, the stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.

He was afraid that if he got the fighter jets to the 1960s, the pilots there would not know how to fly and would need to study the flight manual bit by bit, which would be a huge problem.

Now, if the J-6 fighter can fly, the J-7 can fly, then there will be no problem.

The J-6 is an air superiority fighter aircraft that my country copied and developed based on the former Soviet Union's MiG-19. It began development in early 1958 and went into mass production in 1960.

Therefore, in the ten years between the founding of the People's Republic of China and 1962, a considerable number of pilots were secretly trained for this type of aircraft.

Finally, Lin Sanqi looked at the aircraft's paint job and said to Huang Jinpeng beside him:

"Mr. Huang, for the safety of the aircraft, can you please remove all the paint on the fuselage?
The number on the fighter is fine, but the "August 1st" military emblem on the wing is quite conspicuous.

There is absolutely no way to explain why a second-hand aircraft like this is being sold. Even if you spray a bald eagle on it, it would be better than the "August 1st" military emblem.

Huang Jinpeng said with a smile:
"Okay, that's no problem. We understand. Without the military emblem or the national emblem, we will never admit it even if someone takes a picture of us. You are right to do this. It is a form of protection for the country and your Lingnan Hall."

Lin Sanqi liked this kind of "brain-filled weirdness" the most, so he nodded in agreement, and then began to visit the J-7 fighter jet with great interest.

On the other side, Commander Hu pulled Huang Jinpeng aside and asked:
"Old Huang, does this southern boss really want to buy all the J-7s in our army? We won't keep any of the 60 J-7s in our division?" Huang Jinpeng glanced at Lin Sanqi not far away and said softly:
"You're stupid for not keeping any of them. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If you miss this opportunity, you'll never get it again. Who would want a J-7? And they're buying it for 1000 million dollars each."

Commander Hu coughed lightly and lowered his voice:
“It is said that people in the south are good at business, but I don’t think so. If you buy a broken plane like this, it can only fly into the sky to scare people, but it has no combat capability at all.

If the two countries really go to war, they will hit each other with one blow, so losing a few planes is not a big deal. But in such a poor place like Africa, it would be a disaster if the pilots trained with great difficulty were wasted in vain. "

Hu Jinpeng looked down on this old friend and said:

"You are worrying too much. How can people in the South do business at a loss? If they dare to buy, they can sell. No one will do business at a loss, but they are not afraid of being beheaded for making money.

But this time you got a bargain. The 60 J-7s that were gathering dust in the warehouse were sold for 40 billion. The superiors are going to replace you with more advanced aircraft. This is all thanks to Chairman Lin."

When Commander Hu heard this, he was delighted:
"Hehe, yes, such a fool... Oh no, if there were more such gods of wealth, not to mention our Air Force, all the military regions and all the troops in the country, from top to bottom, could all be equipped with new equipment."

Hu Jinpeng wanted to help Lin Sanqi, so he advised:
"When you deliver the J-7 aircraft, you'd better take out all the maintenance workshops and the aircraft parts in stock. We have already cheated Lingnan Hall on the price, so we must not cheat others in other places again."

Hu Jinpeng's face turned red after he said this.

Back then, the cost of a new J-7 aircraft was only 500 million US dollars, but this old guy that had been in service for more than 20 years was sold for 1000 million US dollars. This was really a bit of a shameless sacrifice.

The situation was so bad that the military was too embarrassed to trouble Lingnan Hall in other places, and they even prepared to give away the spare parts they had in stock for free.

At this time, Lin Sanqi slowly came down the escalator, dusted off his hands and asked:
"Mr. Huang, when will the first batch of aircraft be delivered to Madagascar?"

"Oh, we are applying now. It will be quick. Both the upper and lower levels have given the green light. In about half a month, the first batch of 14 Xianyang aircraft will be able to fly over.

The plane will carry a disassembled J-7 and reassemble it in Africa. As for the remaining fighters, we plan to deliver them in batches within six months.”

Lin Sanqi looked at the machine that saved all living things in front of him and nodded:
"Okay, let's just follow the agreement. We'll pay you the amount of planes you send and we'll deliver the goods as you like. No one will cheat anyone."

Huang Jinpeng stretched out his hand and shook it tightly with Lin Sanqi:
"It's a pleasure to work with you. If you need to buy any aircraft in the future, please come to us, Xi'an Aircraft Industry Group. Our domestically produced C919 aircraft will soon be launched into space. Mr. Lin must support us when the time comes."

Lin Sanqi's eyes suddenly lit up and he thought that this would work.

C919 is different from Boeing and Airbus. If we build a few of them and take them to another time and space, they can not only be used for domestic commercial purposes, but can also be disassembled and studied to promote the development of the country's aerospace industry.

"Okay, okay. I will definitely come to support the day when the domestically-made large aircraft rolls off the production line."

half a month later.

The first batch of six Xian MAJOR aircraft arrived at Antinarala Airport in the northern town of Madagascar.

It is called an airport, but in fact it only has a 2000-meter-long simple runway. There is no terminal building, but instead there are a few wooden bungalows, which are not as good as public toilets in China.

The famous Foshan Airport is simply luxurious compared to Antinarayana Airport.

There is no way. Antinarala Airport has no civil aviation flights taking off and landing. It was once used as a military airport. Later, the civil war in Madagascar destroyed all the planes and the airport was abandoned.

Lingnan Hall used its financial power to rent the airport and repair the runway.

At the same time, several huge aircraft warehouses were built next to the airport.

Africa is a place with nothing wrong. The only good things are two: it has a large area and abundant land resources. Also, there is no planning bureau, so you can build infrastructure however you want.

The second is the abundance of wild animals. For Dongguan people like Lin Sanqi who “love wild game”, it is simply a paradise.

Lin Sanqi and his cousin Lin Bei had been waiting at the airport early. After the six Xianyang planes landed, they were very excited to greet them.

Yan Guixiang, the general manager of Xi'an Aircraft Industry Group, came here in person by plane. After getting off the plane, he looked at the airport that looked like a wasteland and couldn't help but sigh: (End of this chapter)