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

Chapter 68 Contract? No way! Foreign exchange? None!
With the computer installed, Qin Liang began his actual work.

Three computers were used: one to calculate the delta wing, one to calculate the nose cone, and one to calculate the static structure of the entire aircraft. With all three working together, the efficiency was outstanding. Everyone else could only watch and learn along with them, and Qin Liang did almost all the operation.

Moreover, calculations show that the shape Qin Liang designed on paper was almost flawless!
My main job is shaping!

Green's function plays a huge role; aerodynamic layouts are almost always calculated using Green's function, which is convenient and fast!
November arrived in the blink of an eye. Winter temperatures in Chang'an weren't very low, often hovering above freezing, but Qin Liang longed for the heated north, where he could walk around the room in a tank top, shorts, and sandals. Now…

The computer room was alright; the air conditioner could even blow hot air. Air conditioners were rare in this era, and most could only cool. Air conditioners that could both cool and heat were even rarer, mainly because of the computers!

Qin Liang simply moved into the server room! As for radiation? Heh, there's a saying: the lower the IQ, the greater the radiation. We're high-IQ...

"Okay, it's done!"

"This is incredible! The original design was completed so quickly. Even in a professional aircraft research institute, it would probably take two or three years!"

Professor Sha and Professor Liu held the first design drawing printed out by the printer, their faces filled with shock.

Qin Liang rubbed his red eyes: "Okay, it's finally done. Next, the printer will be running non-stop for three to five days to print out all the blueprints. Then we'll hand them over to Factory 132, and they'll be able to build the first prototype!"

"Okay, I'll call Factory 132 right away and have them send someone over to receive the blueprints..."

Knock knock knock... Just then, Director Luo ran in from outside.

"Qin Liang, Qin Liang!"

"What's wrong, Director Luo?"

"Old Tu sent a telegram from the capital, asking you to come over."

"What's the matter?"

"do not know."

Judging by the timing, it's probably an export project from Egypt, right? Looking at the blueprints that have already started printing, Qin Liang felt somewhat helpless; they weren't letting anyone rest at all.

"Okay, got it."

"You'll take the train tonight, and the school driver will take you there."

"Ah."

Qin Liang sat back down in his chair and started typing furiously into his computer.

"Liangzi, why don't you take a shower and change your clothes? What's going on here..." Professor Sha curiously leaned closer to look at the screen.

Title: Fighter J-7 Sales Contract?

what is this?
A department in the capital.

"Director Wang!"

"Hey, Lao Liu? No, I should call you President Liu now, that name is more fashionable. And who is this person next to you?"

"Old Tu, director of the design office at Factory 132," said General Manager Liu of AVIC, placing the things he was carrying on the table.

Pastries from Daoxiangcun, large tubs of malted milk powder from Shanghai, and a packet of oolong tea...

"Wow, what a capable person! Welcome, welcome, Lao Liu, why are you being so polite?" Director Wang said as he put the things into his desk cabinet.

"If you need any help, just let me know!"

"Well, Director Wang, it's like this. Our CATIC has negotiated a deal with Egypt and we're preparing to go there to sign the contract. However, this is our first time doing this, so we've come to you for help. After all, you're the unit responsible for standardizing the signing of contracts with foreign entities, so you must have the template."

Director Wang frowned. "Selling airplanes? Old Liu, you're putting me in a difficult position. Although we have a contract, we've always been doing foreign aid work, not actual business contracts." As he spoke, he pulled something out of his drawer. "You should take this gift back. I can't accept it... This is a contract for exporting airplanes, it's very important. If there's a mistake in the contract, we can't bear the responsibility..."

"No, no, I don't want you to take responsibility."

"That won't do either, Lao Liu, you're making things difficult for me! As the saying goes, 'Those who aren't in a position shouldn't meddle in its affairs,' and we're not even responsible for the export, so we..."

Old Tu's face was grim. These guys were just afraid of losing their monopoly position and didn't want to provide any help!

"Director Wang, you can continue with your work. Mr. Liu, let's go!"

Leaving the office building, General Manager Liu said with a complicated expression, "Old Tu, you don't work in the capital often, so you don't understand some of the ins and outs here. Asking for favors isn't always so easy..."

"Hmph, we're selling airplanes for the country, earning foreign exchange for the country, but these guys have their own selfish motives and don't want to help us..." Old Tu gritted his teeth: "These guys are all just occupying positions without doing their jobs! We don't need to rely on these people!"

"Then let's..."

"We'll find the information ourselves. I refuse to believe that we can't write a standard military aircraft export contract without their help!"

Mr. Liu sighed: "Old Tu, your temper... you're really only suited for technical work. Next, we need to go to the foreign exchange management department to borrow some foreign exchange. I'll go alone!"

At this moment, the two had already gotten into the car, and the driver said, "President Liu, President Tu, word came back from the company that our superior, Leader Zhao, personally went to the foreign trade department to see the supervisor to approve foreign exchange."

Even Leader Zhao has been mobilized?
Mr. Liu nodded: "Hmm, it seems there are no problems!"

"By the way, which train is Qin Liang taking? Is it almost here?"

"Ah."

"Let's go to the station and pick up Qin Liang! We're leaving the country the day after tomorrow, and Qin Liang is the main force!"

Bus 212 was heading towards the station when a Hongqi sedan pulled into the foreign trade department. Leader Zhao got out of the car, followed by his secretary carrying several net bags.

An office.

"I was wondering why the magpies were chirping overhead when I went out today. Turns out it's you, Lao Zhao!" The department head stood up with a smile: "Welcome, welcome!"

"Old Ma, I wouldn't be here without a reason. Our CATIC team is going abroad to sign a contract, and that costs money, so we're planning to borrow a thousand US dollars from you. Once the contract is signed, we can bring in hundreds of millions of US dollars in foreign exchange revenue for the country..."

"Sigh, Lao Zhao, it's almost the end of the year, and our department is facing a tight foreign exchange situation. We need to borrow a thousand US dollars, but we really can't do it."

"Then five hundred?"

"This...is a bit of a dilemma."

"There must be at least a hundred, right?"

The group of six planning to go abroad had a budget of one hundred US dollars, meaning each person could only spend less than twenty US dollars, which was already a very low expenditure.

Old Ma sighed, then opened the drawer.

"Old Zhao, I have some foreign exchange here that some of my comrades haven't had time to hand over after returning to China. This is all I can do."

Abraham Lincoln won the Civil War and freed the slaves, but... he was only worth five dollars!

Leader Zhao almost slammed his fist on the table, but... in the end, he accepted the five dollars.

　P.S.: I had surgery at the hospital today. I've been working on a few chapters these past few days to try and avoid stopping updates for my readers... Sigh...

　　
　
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