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

Chapter 118 Women will only slow me down!

As night falls, London remains brightly lit, with colorful neon lights giving the city a vibrant and bustling atmosphere.

The light cast long shadows of several people, two in front and three behind.

"Duoduo, if this shop were yours, I definitely wouldn't raise a single penny and would transfer it to you at the original price. After all, I owe you several favors. But since you're my friend, then... I have to make a little profit. After all, it's not easy for us to come all this way, and we need to bring something back with us."

At this moment, Qin Liang felt a little embarrassed, just like he couldn't face his parents if he didn't get a perfect score on a test.

Yang Duo'er smiled and said, "It's alright. It'll also teach Vivian's shop assistants a lesson. They'll have to be more welcoming when they see Asians coming in to buy things. By the way, are you really going to hand over this 1.5 million pounds to me?"

After the transaction, £3.5 million was deposited back into the credit card, which was considered to have settled the debt with Marconi Company. The remaining £1.5 million was directly transferred to Yang Duo'er's account, leaving her somewhat...amused and exasperated.

"Well, it would be too conspicuous for us to place an order directly. After we leave, could you please help us purchase a CNC machine tool? Duoduo, on behalf of Northwestern Polytechnical University and Dongfang University, thank you."

Although Northwestern Polytechnical University can manufacture CNC machine tools, there is still a big gap between it and the world's top level. This time, they made a fortune without any investment, so of course they have to take a CNC machine tool back with them, so that they can manufacture flat panel slot antennas in China.

That's right, the British guessed correctly. The reason the East couldn't make planar slot antennas before was because they lacked precision machining tools!
Five hundred thousand pounds isn't actually a lot. In the early 1980s, the Russians spent a whopping $17.5 million to buy four Toshiba machine tools. But those were high-end nine-axis five-linkage CNC milling machines, the kind of big machines used to make propellers.

The CNC machine tools we use to manufacture planar slotted antennas now only need three-axis linkage. They don't need to be too big, and we don't need to be overcharged like the Russians. £500,000 should be enough. If not...

"Senior Brother Qin Liang, what about you?"

"I...we're already good friends, so saying thank you would be too cliché. Next time you have time to visit Northwestern Polytechnical University, I'll treat you to a full stay!"

"Okay, it's settled then!" Yang Duo'er held up her little finger: "Pinky promise!"

You're such a grown-up, why are you being so childish?

Meanwhile, at the Marconi headquarters.

"The money has arrived?" Peterman finally breathed a sigh of relief upon receiving the news.

Three and a half million pounds! Such a huge sum of money must be returned! After returning from Qin Liang's place, Peterman was filled with anxiety, constantly thinking about how to bring it up the next time they met. Fortunately, Qin Liang did not put him in a difficult position.

"Yes, the money has arrived. It seems that Qin Liang was just angry about the discrimination from the Burberry store and wanted to save face. After venting his anger, he sold the store again." The accountant also breathed a long sigh of relief: "Next time we entertain clients, we must set a maximum limit. We can't let them spend money recklessly."

“That’s right, it’s a lesson! Fortunately, this matter is over. Next, let’s discuss the proposal to integrate the Skyflash missile into the Super-7 fighter jet. I personally think it’s a good idea. Currently, many countries around the world are looking forward to acquiring medium-range air combat capabilities. This market is huge…” Marina began.

Europe invests heavily in military research and development, but the market is small, resulting in high unit prices for their equipment. Selling it now to generate revenue and offset research and development costs is actually a good option.

Everyone else was in high spirits and chimed in with agreement.

"Today went by so fast." At the hotel entrance, Yang Duo'er looked at Qin Liang: "I was originally planning to take you guys to a karaoke bar to experience Western nightlife, but you guys..."

"Sorry, we really couldn't get used to that atmosphere; the visual and auditory impact was too much," Qin Liang said with a smile. "But... I think we're really destined to meet again in the future."

"Those destined to meet will find each other even from a thousand miles away; those not destined will not meet even face to face. Well then, if fate allows, we'll meet again!" Yang Duo'er waved generously, "Goodbye!"

The three "light bulbs" watched the car's taillights merge into the traffic, their expressions complex. Zhao Xiaoxia couldn't help but say, "Qin Liang, many of our senior and junior students at Northwestern Polytechnical University are probably going to be disappointed."

"What's disappointing?"

"I can't date you anymore. Your standards are exceptionally high. Only overseas Chinese like Yang Duo'er can catch your eye..."

Qin Liang rolled his eyes at them: "Don't gossip. My relationship with her is completely innocent and pure. As for finding a partner... I've never thought about it."

Between men and women, it's all about those things. Having been reborn, Qin Liang hadn't really thought about that. Wasn't it better to develop the sixth-generation fighter jet as soon as possible? The sixth-generation fighter jet was more important than his wife! Women? They would only hinder his speed!

"Let's go up!"

Creak... The door opened, and Qin Liang saw a pair of excited eyes.

"Liangzi, you guys are finally back!"

"Old Tu, what's the matter? Why are you so happy?"

"Liangzi, the British approved your suggestion today to match the Super-7 with the Skyflash missile. Now our Super-7 can also fire medium-range missiles, which is a huge step forward!"

The Air Force requires all-weather combat capability, and even more so, medium-range air combat capability. The J-8 was modified to launch medium-range missiles, and now, we have achieved this first on our Super-7!
Although we're only matching it with Buffett right now, once it's matched, we can copy it anytime.

"So fast?" Qin Liang thought they would have to discuss it for a long time, after all, there has always been a group of people who look at our East with prejudice.

"Yes, we also find it strange, but... we've already achieved our goals for this trip to the UK, and we have to go back tomorrow. By the way, with so many avionics projects, would you at Northwestern Polytechnical University like to get involved and help us digest and absorb the eighteen major projects?"

Qin Liang shook his head: "There are so many factories and research institutes in the aviation industry system waiting. Don't be fooled by the fact that there are eighteen projects. I estimate that hundreds of factories and institutes will come to ask for tasks. We at Northwestern Polytechnical University will not join in the fun."

"Yes, then it will be another round of open and covert struggles, and we..."

The country has already shifted its focus to economic development, and the military needs to be patient. Countless military research and development plants are in a state of being weaned off subsidies. The Super-7 project is currently the star project in domestic military aircraft research and development. As long as we can get on board with Factory 132, we can get a piece of the pie.

It's destined to be a fierce battle!

"That's simple, let's take the market economy approach!" Qin Liang said. "We'll distribute the authorized technology to them, and whoever has the capability can raise their own funds to imitate it. If the product is up to standard, we'll use it; if it's not, then get out!"

Everyone present was stunned. After a moment, Old Master Tu took a deep breath: "This is going to offend everyone in the industry!"

"Sooner or later we'll offend them. There are always some unambitious factories that want to leech off Factory 132. If Factory 132 is willing to be leeched off, then continue with the old ways."

"Of course not! How can we let them suck our blood!" Old Tu's attitude immediately became firm.

"Of course, we don't necessarily have to offend anyone; we can just let our superiors take the blame..."

(End of this chapter)