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

Chapter 84 One side despises, the other fully supports; it's impossible to treat them both equally!
"Old Tu, your Factory 132 is just a design studio. Your design capabilities are lagging behind, and you still have to rely on the technical strength of Northwestern Polytechnical University. Our Institute 611 is a professional research and development institution. The project we are currently developing... is completely new, and it's..."

He declined to reveal specific details, as the project is highly confidential.

"Hmph, your project has been cancelled several times already, and now it's rumored to be cancelled again. If Liangzi went to work for you, he'd be starving. Our Factory 132..."

"Old Tu, you've gone too far! I heard your project was having a flutter problem, so I came all the way back from the wind tunnel area in Sichuan Province to help you. Is this your attitude?"

"Old Song, of course I appreciate your help, I'll remember that favor. But, trying to take our people away... humph, unless your 611 merges into our 132 Factory..."

Oh no, it's started again!

In later generations, Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group (CAC) will be very famous. The reputation of Chengdu-Lockheed Martin is not just for show. One after another, advanced fighter jets take off from here, which has won the trust of the Air Force. As for now, the Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group of later generations has not yet been established. Chengdu Aircraft Company was only established a few months ago and is just a shell of Factory 132.

Institute 611, the aircraft research and development institution that moved from Shenyang to Chengdu for the J-9 project, is currently in an extremely awkward position.

Back then, faced with the threat from the Russians in the north, the domestic aviation system rolled up its sleeves and decided to develop a professional interceptor.

Shenyang's J-8 was actually just a substitute, a lower-end product. The real plan was to take the lead in the J-9. During the development of this aircraft, there were many ideas, but the final design was to have side air intakes, a canard layout, and use a high-thrust WS-6 turbofan engine, the J-205 radar, and the PL-4 missile.

Unfortunately, the targets were too high, but the foundation was too weak, and the project was launched and then shut down three times.

Judging by the timeline, the J-9 project doesn't have many good days left, and now that the Super-7 has been developed, it might be canceled at any time.

However, the wind tunnel continued to operate from September 1970 to 1982. Tens of thousands of wind tunnel tests provided Song and his team with a wealth of experimental data, which led to the compilation of more than a dozen research reports. When it came to developing the J-9 fighter jet, everything went smoothly.

The 611 Institute, which was developing aircraft, lived a meager existence because it relied entirely on funding from higher authorities. In contrast, Factory 132, which made a fortune by selling aircraft, was rolling in money. Tu Lao lamented the lack of design capabilities countless times, so he always wanted to acquire the 611 Institute.

Old Song also had ideals; how could he be willing to be merged by Factory 132? Cooperation was fine, but merger was out of the question!
Seeing that the two were about to argue again, Qin Liang quickly stepped in: "Gentlemen, the problem has been resolved, and it's almost time. We're also hungry, so shouldn't we go get something to eat?"

"Okay, let's go out to eat. Catfish, yellow croaker, Mapo tofu..."

"Old Tu, just have something to eat in our canteen. We're all family here, no need to be shy. We'll have a big meal when Old Ba arrives."

Old Buffett!

Huang's eyes lit up; it seemed there was still business to be done! But... the J-8 fighter jets couldn't be sold!
Factory 132, canteen.

"You've all worked hard to solve the problems for our project. I, Old Tu, will drink this first to express my gratitude!" Old Tu raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp.

Everyone present, regardless of whether they had contributed or not, drank it all in one gulp.

Although we ate in the canteen, we ate stir-fries and drank Wuliangye liquor. No one had to pay for food coupons. Factory 132 was very happy to have solved this technical problem!

After a few drinks, Old Song remarked with emotion, "Our entire aviation industry was the first to go global, and your Factory 132 made over a hundred million US dollars in business. It's truly enviable!" Old Tu smiled and said, "We really have to thank Liangzi. But Old Song, don't be envious. Liangzi also secured an opportunity for you..."

Old Song instantly became excited: "What opportunity?"

"Well... let's talk about it after we finish eating."

Huang, standing nearby, frowned: "Old Tu, are you implying something to us?"

"No, no, of course not... Lao Huang, we are very grateful that you came all this way to provide technical support... Come on, have a drink!"

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Old Song said, "Liangzi, it's not easy for you to come all the way to Chengdu. Would you like to come and take a look at our 611 Institute?"

"Okay!"

Old Tu quickly stood up: "I'll go too!"

He needs to keep a close eye on him, lest Old Song abduct Qin Liang!
"I...I'll go too!" Engineer Huang wanted to follow, but just as he tried to stand up, his legs went weak and he sat down again. Who was it that was chugging him drinks just now? They must have had bad intentions!

Factory 132 was located in Huangtianba, while Factory 611 was located in Wuhou Temple, which was quite a distance away. On the way, Old Song couldn't help but ask, "Liangzi, what business have you secured for us?"

“Let’s equip the Mirage 3 with canards to improve the Pakistani fighter jets’ capabilities,” Qin Liang said. “Old Song, that shouldn’t be too difficult for you, right?”

"Well, fixed canards aren't technically difficult. We don't even need a wind tunnel. We can just use the existing data and input it into the computer... Liangzi, the computer at Northwestern Polytechnical University..."

"The exterior design of the Super 7 has been calculated, and the rest is almost done as well. Mr. Song, if you need it, I can spare one for you."

"Great! That's fantastic! When we make money, we'll give half of it to Northwestern Polytechnical University!"

"no need."

Old Tu chuckled to himself. If Old Huang saw this, he'd be furious!
They wanted to cooperate, and Qin Liang offered several million. Old Song offered to help without expecting anything in return. How much do you think they are, kid?

The North has no shortage of resources, so Qin Liang naturally needs money. Anyway, if they run out of money, they can apply to higher authorities. As for Old Song... during the most difficult times, Old Song even went to the streets to sell noodles. It was through this hard-working and resilient spirit that he finally developed the J-10 fighter jet. Of course, I have to give him my full support!
"Then please let us know if you need any help, and we will support you free of charge!" Old Song said. All that they, the 611, could offer was their knowledge.

"Professor Song, you must be working on some highly classified project, right? I, Qin Liang, know that I shouldn't ask, but... I still think you need powerful computing capabilities. We can lend you the three computers from the Fifth Department of Northwestern Polytechnical University anytime."

Old Song took a deep breath: "Of course. Since we're going to establish a cooperative relationship, I can introduce this project to you. After I get back, I'll call my superiors to ask for their approval..."

Old Tu sighed. It's over. Qin Liang is probably going to be fooled! But... such a good computer is really a waste to leave it unused. As for the J-9 fighter jet... let's help it if we can. Anyway, it will be built at Factory 132!
(End of this chapter)