Back in 1978, I was admitted to Northwestern Polytechnical University.

Chapter 40 Old comrades, you're outdated!
The night grew deeper.

Old Tu took out the cigarette several times, put it in his mouth, and then put it back in. No, when Qin Liang came back and smelled the smoke in the air, he would be choked by it.

Have to endure it!

Finally, footsteps could be heard outside.

Teng!
Professor Tu was the first to stand up and stride out, followed by Professor Sha, Professor Liu...

"Ouch!" The two bumped into each other.

"Old Luo?"

"Old Tu?"

Where are the Air Force personnel?

"gone."

"gone?"

The Air Force leaders are extremely busy and only planned to stop by today, but they ended up spending the whole day there, so of course they have to go back now.

"Then our project..."

"The Air Force has approved our project, and Elder Lin has decided to give us a temporary grant of one million to get the project up and running. The three computers from the United States will arrive within a month, and once they arrive, we will be able to focus all our efforts on research and development..."

One million yuan in funding, three computers, all-out research and development... one piece of news after another flooded into the ears of the people at Hui, and everyone's faces were filled with indescribable joy.

"By the way, where's Qin Liang?" Professor Sha asked.

Qin Liang's contribution was undoubtedly the greatest in securing the Air Force's approval for this project. But what about Qin Liang now?
"He went to Master Liu and said he wanted to make an acrylic model... The Air Force said that in about a week, they would organize a review meeting for this modification project together with the Third Ministry of Machinery Industry."

Time is tight and the task is heavy! On his way back, Qin Liang had already figured out how to shine at the review meeting. He would do exactly what Old Song did back then!
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment: Master Liu is a carpenter, skilled in woodworking, so why is he using plexiglass this time?
"What? The review meeting is in a week?"

This involves the issue of direct affiliation between different departments. The Air Force is the end user, while the research and development unit is under the management of government departments. The Air Force has agreed, and the next step is to persuade the relevant departments to approve the project!
Old Tu took a deep breath: "This time when we go to the capital, we must take Qin Liang with us!"

Everyone else is easy to talk to, but the key is Qin Liang. That kid is full of wicked ideas!

October 4, Capital.

Amidst the bustling crowd, Qin Liang walked out of the station and turned his head to look. The Capital Station was still magnificent in the twilight, with clock towers on both sides and a hall in the center.

The colors were just too monotonous, mostly gray, just like the people coming and going in the world, whose clothes were either blue-green or military green. However, this situation would not last long, after all, a new era had arrived!

Qin Liang took a deep breath. This was the first time he had returned to the capital since his rebirth!

"Liangzi, is this your first time in the capital?" Old Tu said with a smile. "I heard your hometown is only a few hundred miles from here. If you have time, why not go home and visit?"

"Ah."

"Come on, let's go ride the rickshaw..." Before he could finish speaking, a man in a green military uniform jogged over: "Old Tu, you've finally arrived! Come on, get in the car, Old Lin and the others are waiting!"

"What? Is there a meeting today?"

"Hmm, if we go now, we can grab breakfast on the way..."

In the 1970s, Princess Tomb was as desolate as Northwestern Polytechnical University, surrounded by wheat fields and cornfields. At this time of year, the crops had been harvested, leaving the area bare, and when the northwest wind blew, dust was everywhere.

Around the roundabout, there are some low-rise bungalows. Walking halfway around the roundabout, you will reach the Air Force compound. The four-story triangular building looks quite unique. On the front of the main building, there is a picture of a great man. There are also east and west buildings on both sides of the main building. The west building has a large conference room, which is particularly lively at this time.

"Old Mo, our aviation system only has so much funding, we have to give full support to the J-8 project of our Northern Institute!"

"That's right, the J-8 is in the critical stage of design finalization. Why bother with J-7 modifications now? It's just a waste of time!"

Looking at his old colleague from the north, Old Mo's expression was complicated: "That's right, the J-8 is definitely a key project for our aviation industry system, but the modification of the J-7 is also inevitable. After all, the Air Force needs all-weather fighters. Your J-8 is currently only a daytime version, which cannot meet the Air Force's needs!"

"Our J-8's nose is at least a size bigger than the J-7's. As long as the 208 radar can be developed and installed, it will become an all-weather fighter jet, unlike the J-7..."

"Old Gu, the J-7's modification is a complete transformation, we have confidence in the J-7!" Old Lin's voice rang out: "Wait a minute, you guys will see for yourselves..."

Old Gu's expression was somewhat unnatural. The Northern Institute is the strongest institution in China in terms of fighter jet research and development. We only developed a large version of the twin-engine J-7. How could Northwestern Polytechnical University and Factory 132, in collaboration, be stronger than us? They even said it was a complete transformation!

Seeing Old Gu's expression, the two middle-aged men next to him whispered among themselves.

"Old Wang, let's find fault with this project later and make it sound like it's worthless!"

"Yes, Lao Li, we absolutely have to find a way to slam this project down!"

"Report! Elder Tu is here!"

The meeting room fell silent as everyone looked towards the door, where a tall, thin elderly man appeared, walking briskly. Behind him followed a young man who, as soon as he entered, asked, "Where's the projector? Please turn it on!"

The projectors of this era were true optical projectors, a box the size of a printer, containing a bulb, a lens on top, and a stand on the side to reflect the projected light onto the projection screen.

When Qin Liang walked up to the projector, it had just warmed up and the projection screen was bright. Satisfied, he took out an acrylic model and placed it on the projector where the film was originally placed.

The sharp nose, the two air intakes, the double delta wings... all were clearly projected onto the screen!
Old Tu's eyes lit up. Sure enough, the acrylic model was better than the wooden model!

If this were a wooden model, it would be opaque and only show an outline. Now, all the structures are clearly visible!
"Old Tu, you guys are exaggerating!" a voice rang out. "This is practically a completely new development! Where do you get this confidence?"

"Everyone, quiet down!" Old Lin said. "Now, let's have Old Tu introduce this J-7 modification project to us. After Old Tu finishes his presentation, we can start our discussion!"

Old Tu took a deep breath and then looked at Qin Liang, who was standing next to the slide projector: "Liangzi, my throat is a little sore, why don't you introduce it to everyone?"

I?
Qin Liang was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Alright, I'm just a greenhorn anyway, so please forgive me if I say anything wrong. Now, everyone has seen the model, but... I think I need to talk about future air combat first."

If I introduce airplane models now, these guys won't agree at all. They'll just keep saying things like "talking big but not really." So, I have to break down all the preconceived notions in their minds first!
Old comrades, you're outdated!

(End of this chapter)