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

Chapter 151 Phantom 2000 is so-so, watch our Super 7!
The 33rd Paris Air Show officially opened on June 16th! The first three days are professional days, open only to potential customers and not to the general public, making it the best time to sell equipment.

People dressed in suits, or even military uniforms, moved among the crowd, and a few even wore long robes with a cloth over their heads, attracting the attention of countless booth staff.

Oriental booth.

"Come on, don't miss out!" Qin Liang personally led the way, handing out flyers to passersby. Regardless of whether they would just throw the flyers away, he had to distribute them anyway.

A roar echoed across the runway.

Looking up, Old Lin saw a delta-wing fighter jet rapidly leave the runway and then climb at a steep angle. Immediately, envy appeared in his eyes.

"Mirage 2000, Dassault's most advanced fighter jet!"

"Old Lin, don't worry, we in the East will also have advanced fighter jets, no worse than this one!" Qin Liang finished handing out a stack of leaflets and walked up to Old Lin. Avionics are in place, the WP-15 turbojet is under development, and once our J-10… cough cough, J-9 comes out, its performance will be miles ahead of the Mirage!
"Hmm, I believe you... Liangzi, are you interested in going over and taking a look?"

"Okay, let's go together!"

Soon, the others followed, forming a large and impressive group.

In the sky, the Mirage 2000 performed a series of beautiful maneuvers, loops, rolls, and vertical climbs, winning cheers from countless people. Although the Paris Air Show is an international event, it is still the French home turf. The air show has just opened, and the aerobatic team has just finished their performance, and they have already brought out their ace!
As for our own Super 7 fighter jets, they were scheduled for 4 p.m. By then, many customers had been shopping all day and were tired, so they went home!
Fifteen minutes later, the Mirage 2000, nose raised, landed with its wheels lightly touching the ground, its speed rapidly decreasing until it came to a steady stop.

On the booth, the guides were providing simultaneous explanations.

"Our Mirage 2000 fighter jets use advanced carbon/carbon composite brake discs, which are lightweight, have minimal heat fade, and can bring the aircraft to a direct stop. Drag chutes, such outdated technology, should have been relegated to the junkyard long ago..."

“Western technology is truly advanced!” one of the leaders in the group remarked.

“We at Northwestern Polytechnical University have already mastered this technology. After we go back, we will also develop similar products. However… I reckon that our Air Force still prefers to use drag chute.”

"why?"

"Cheap."

Even in later generations, when the J-20 was deployed, it still had to deploy a drag chute during landing, becoming a striking sight. It wasn't that composite material brake discs were too expensive, but rather that drag chutes were more cost-effective!

"I really want to go up and touch it!" Old Song said from the crowd, "It would be even better if I could measure the dimensions of the landing gear myself!"

Most people arrived in Boeing 707s, and the group only met at the airshow. At that time, Mr. Song was working on the J-9 project, which was similar in size to the Mirage 2000, so... Mr. Song was looking forward to it.

"Well, it's not difficult. There will be fewer people later..."

After the Phantom 2000 taxied back to the tarmac, a group of people surrounded it. However, half an hour later, one by one, the customers were taken to a special meeting room by Dassault's sales and technical staff. Only two guards remained on site, their heads down, playing with the tags on their chests.

Suddenly, a delicate fragrance wafted over.

Laura looked up and saw... a handsome young man from the East standing in front of her, holding a wooden folding fan, from which a fragrance wafted!

"Miss, you are so beautiful!"

"Thank you."

"This folding fan is perfect for your temperament, so I'm giving it to you!"

"Give it to me?" Laura's eyes lit up instantly. "Really, give it to me?"

"Hmm. A folding fan as a gift for a beautiful woman."

"Thank you!"

Beside him, another female staff member also looked up at Qin Liang.

"Miss, you are naturally beautiful. This silk scarf is perfect for you!"

Whoosh! The other person snatched it away in an instant. Soft and smooth, without the cheap feel of synthetic fibers, this really was silk, silk from the East! It was embroidered with two bamboo stalks and a little bird, beautiful, so beautiful! "Thank you!" The other person's eyes lit up, unable to put it down.

"We work until 5 p.m. After we finish get off work, would you like to grab a drink together?"

After drinking, there will probably be other activities, like doing some things we like...

"No need, some of my friends are very interested in this plane and want to..." Qin Liang said, taking out a measuring tape.

Standing to the side, Old Song's eyes widened. "Qin Liang, you're too bold! You just grabbed a measuring tape and asked if they could take measurements? Taking measurements right in front of them?"
The two female staff members exchanged a glance, then smiled sweetly: "Laura, come on, let's go to the restroom together..."

They're leaving now!

"Old Song, what are you waiting for? Hurry up!"

With a swift stride, Old Song leaped over the fence and strode inside.

Measuring the outer diameter and length of the landing gear, the thickness of the hydraulic sleeve... the operation was swift and efficient, while an assistant quickly recorded various data.

In broad daylight, under the clear sky, the affairs of scholars must be conducted openly and honestly!
Main landing gear, nose landing gear... When the two female staff members returned after circling around, they found that Mr. Song and the others were still taking measurements, so they circled around again...

Finally, Mr. Song and the others left satisfied, and the two female staff members slowly walked back.

"The Mirage 2000's main landing gear is still on the wing, which makes it inconvenient to mount and wastes internal space. In fact, we should refer to the F-16's design and develop an outward-pointing landing gear..."

"Liangzi, can you take us to measure the landing gear of the F-16?" Old Song's eyes were full of anticipation.

"Ahem, well, this might be a bit troublesome."

The French are the hosts, so the security is relatively lax. But if the Americans come, there will definitely be CIA agents with them, making it much more difficult to take action.

"No need to rush. Once Lao Ba has it, we can take measurements as we please."

"What?"

Back at our own booth, after lunch and enduring the afternoon, it was finally Super 7's turn to appear!
"Old Wang, watch the fuel gauge. We've only added one ton of fuel..."

Test pilot Lao Wang smiled and said, "I know what I'm doing. I'm confident I can bring out the full potential of the aircraft and land it before it runs out of fuel!"

Dassault Systèmes booth.

"Hmph, by now, there aren't many spectators left. No matter how amazing the performance of the Easterners' Super 7 is, not many people will watch!"

"Hmph, what skills could Easterners possibly have? Their performances are destined to be mediocre!" Delasco gritted his teeth.

Delasco was furious that he had already given the 100,000 francs he lost in the bet! He was going to have to live a miserable life for the next few months, and he was even more dissatisfied with the East and Qin Liang.

What Super-7? It's just a modified MiG-21. What advanced features could it possibly have?

Amid his disdain, the Super 7's engine started, and orange-red flames shot out from the tailpipe, giving him an ominous premonition. Why did the engine nozzle look the same as the Gale's RB199?
One hundred meters, one hundred and fifty... Lift the nose landing gear, lift the main landing gear... This aircraft's takeoff performance is actually as excellent as the Mirage 2000!

Compared to its prototype, the MiG-21, the improvements are absolutely revolutionary!

"Impossible, impossible! The MiG-21's engine doesn't have that much thrust!"

"Of course not!" Just then, a voice rang out: "It uses the RB199 engine from the Tornado fighter jet, which was jointly developed by us in Europe!"

Britain's Rolls-Royce, Germany's MTU, and Italy's Fait Avio... whenever there's a European alliance, the French are never included. Are these people here to mock them on purpose?
　PS: The illustration is from the 1987 airshow, our first time participating in an exhibition. It shows one J-7 and one Q-5.

　　
　
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