The Grandmother in the Siheyuan

Chapter 422 Damage

Someone said in disbelief, "We designed the engine so easily?"

"I don't know if it will be successful or not." The deputy leader of the project team shook his head: "Anyway, judging from the data simulated on the supercomputer, it has met our original design requirements. If the supercomputer does not make any mistakes, then we have succeeded."

After receiving the good news, Liu Hua first went to the laboratory, checked the data from the supercomputer, and after confirming that it was correct, immediately began issuing orders.

"We contacted Shougang Group and other top domestic special steel smelting institutions to have them provide the materials needed for our engines."

"Have all the senior technicians in the factory stand by. Eat well, have fun, and rest well these few days. As soon as the materials arrive, produce a few prototype machines immediately."

"I will contact the Air Force. They have more experience than us in engine testing, so let them handle it. You guys shouldn't be idle either. Don't think that everything is fine once the engine is produced. You still need to think deeply about the subsequent improvements."

Ma Shan firmly refused to believe a single word Liu Hua said in that phone call, including about fighter jet engines and the Dijun Laboratory.

Even a child wouldn't be fooled like this. All told, Di Jun has only been around for a little over a year, and he can already design a fighter jet engine? It's not bragging, it's pure fantasy.

"When will I be able to look at things with common sense?"

This sentence completely shocked Ma Shan. Could there really be such an amazing person in the world?
Once the blueprints were submitted, Ma Shan began organizing manpower for verification, while Liu Hua's side also started production, all in the name of seizing the day.

The blueprints are very clear, and with all the data, they are very concise. The expert group that verified them had basically nothing to say because the data on paper met the requirements of the fighter jet.

As a radical in the Air Force, Ma Shan moved to Dijun's production workshop, where he wanted to inspect the engines one by one.

Watching each part being produced and then registered, Ma Shan's emotions were like a volcano about to erupt, impossible to contain.

"Do you know how desperate and how much our air force longs for new fighter jets?" Ma Shan said with a smile. "The Americans have already started test flights of their fifth-generation fighters, while we still don't have a fourth-generation fighter in sight."

"Don't despair too much. Capitalism has always liked to boast. They are just paper tigers. Although our fourth-generation fighters may not be able to compare with fifth-generation fighters, they are not without the ability to fight."

“There is a generational gap.” Ma Shan shook his head: “You’re not in the Air Force, you don’t know what a generational gap is. It’s crushing. A fifth-generation fighter might be overwhelming a fourth-generation fighter. We are trying every possible way to find out the specific data of the fifth-generation fighter. The Americans are keeping it well secret. So far, we can’t find out its actual data, only the published parameters.”

Liu Hua remembered the balloon that had caused such a stir, and said with a smile, "How about I give you an idea?"

What ideas do you have?

"A very cheap way to find out the specific parameters of his aircraft."

Ma Shan looked at Liu Hua and shook his head: "Although you can design aircraft engines, it's like being in a completely different field. Your methods may not necessarily be useful."

"How about we make a bet?"

Looking at Liu Hua's persistence, Ma Shan thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay, if you can figure it out, then I'll admit you're amazing."

Liu Hua laughed and said, "Let's launch a space balloon, let it drift from our place all the way to Canada, and then head south from the north. If the Americans don't shoot it down, we can probe the secrets of their military bases. If they do shoot it down, they'll have to send fighter jets." "They have a lot of fighter jets."

Liu Hua shook his head: "Even when shooting down a balloon, he has to consider the cost. As long as you are high enough, he has to send out the most economical and practical aircraft, and nine times out of ten it will land on the new plane."

Ma Shan briefly considered the plan in his mind, then looked at Liu Hua in surprise, pointed at him, and said with a wry smile, "You're really ruthless! It's a new model, and they've been bragging about it like crazy. If the data they get isn't as good as what they say on paper, this project might just fall through."

"It's impossible for it to fail." Liu Hua shook his head: "The Americans have invested so much money. As long as the data is still leading the world, they will accept it even if they have to hold their noses."

"What do you think the balloon should be launched at?"

"Let's start at 30,000 meters. I reckon he can't hit it. Let's tease it little by little and slowly descend."

Ma Shan said with a grin, "You're really something else. You've really ripped off America's dignity."

Ma Shan thought about it and felt that this was a very practical method, so he turned around and prepared to set it up. He had only taken two steps when he stopped.

"What if the Americans don't care?"

“If he doesn’t care, let him care. We live in the internet age.” Liu Hua said with a smile, “We’ll hype this up on the American internet, and then all the authoritative media will report on it, putting him in the spotlight. He won’t be able to avoid shooting it down.”

Our country has a good foundation in meteorological sounding balloons, which can generally fly to altitudes of over 30 kilometers.

Two months later, the meteorological bureau set up a plan to launch weather balloons to conduct meteorological observations, citing the major floods of the previous year as the reason. As a result, many weather balloons were launched all over the country.

This is standard practice in the meteorological industry, and no country in the world has responded to it.

Once the balloon reached the top of America's head, and with the news being hyped up online, America finally realized what a calculated scheme was.

With the new engine, Ma Shan happily watches the workers operate it every day at the factory.

"Stop laughing," Liu Hua joked. "My engine shouldn't be a big problem. Have you finished designing the airframe? What if you have a good engine but no suitable airframe? That would be a waste of time."

"Don't worry about that. We've never stopped designing new aircraft. It's just that the engines aren't up to standard, which is why our air force hasn't had any new models. That's where you're lagging behind."

Liu Hua shook his head: "Don't try to frame me like that. What do you mean by saying that my field is backward? My original profession is not airplane engines."

"Slip of the tongue," Ma Shan said apologetically. "Several aircraft design institutes are currently adapting their aircraft to your drawings, and as far as I know, there shouldn't be any major problems."

"That's good." Liu Hua smiled. "Otherwise, if you push me too far, I'll have to take matters into my own hands."

(End of this chapter)