Chapter 306 J-11 Prototype
"You guys are quite arrogant..."
Fang Xiang smiled helplessly.
It has to be said that these first generation wealthy people in Hong Kong were able to start out with a net worth of over 10 billion yuan.
None of them has poor vision.
Fang Xiang originally planned that the production line of the Yangcheng Automobile Industrial Manufacturing Base would almost completely cover mid- and low-end models.
In other words, except for motorcycles and tractors, the only vehicles used to transport goods are Beidouxing and vans.
The mini cars used to attract customers include Lechi, which are the domestically produced Xiaoqq, Xiaoyan and F0.
Then there are small cars, such as Fit, Maxima, Polo, etc.
As for the mid-sized car? Fang Xiang has no plans to build one for the time being.
At least not in the short term.
As the latest generation of BMW designed by BMW, the 115 is no longer the size of a microcar, but a size similar to that of a small car in later generations.
As for 320, its size is almost reaching the size of standard axles in later generations.
Not to mention 530 and 740, which are basically the largest models in the same class.
In fact, not only Chinese people like big cars, foreigners also like them.
Only in Western Europe, because of small urban areas and narrow roads, people have to have a special preference for small cars and micro cars.
Because every new generation of BMW is basically lengthened by five to ten centimeters.
It actually led the trend of lengthening cars among global automakers ahead of time.
BMW is getting bigger and bigger, not only in sales but also in size.
The vacant microcar and small car sizes are actually a treasure market that has been neglected before.
No, it can’t be said to be ignored.
It’s just because BMW is needed to earn foreign exchange, and the more high-end the car, the higher the profit.
But is there no profit from mid- and low-end cars?
On the contrary, the profit margins of mid- and low-end cars are also quite large.
It just can't compare to high-end cars.
However, the employment, tax revenue, and efficiency of upstream and downstream industrial chains that mid- and low-end cars can bring are incomparable to high-end cars.
That’s why when Fang wanted to make mid- and low-end cars, not many senior executives objected.
Apart from anything else, the employment issue alone is worth their consideration.
Fang Xiang and the country could see all this, but they did not expect the group of Hong Kong tycoons headed by the Bao family and the Huo family.
I actually saw it.
However, what they see is profit.
Yes, Southeast Asia has begun to flourish nowadays.
It was at this time that the Four Asian Tigers began to gradually move towards the level of developed countries and developed societies.
"No, no, I just wanted to take a ride with Mr. Fang."
Bao Yugang saw Fang Xiang smiling and shaking his head, but he didn't think that he would object, so he also smiled and said something.
"Are you so sure that low-end and mid-range cars can also make good profits?"
Fang Xiang hesitated for a moment and thought that it was better to do something familiar than to do something new.
At least the Bao family and the Huo family are recognized by the country, especially the Huo family.
This part of the export business was originally intended to be handed over to Yin Qingqiu.
However, Fang Xiang also knew that Great Wall Industry has now grown into a behemoth.
Fang Xiang doesn’t know what other people think.
But deep down, he was still a little scared.
Why have they been paying out money so many times recently? In fact, it is also because they are paying protection money.
Later generations thought that one could earn millions by relying on one's own abilities.
You can earn tens of millions by relying on opportunities.
You can earn hundreds of millions by relying on luck.
But more than 100 million... That's not a ceiling that ordinary people can touch...
"It's okay to earn some hard-earned money."
Bao Yugang put out the cigarette in his hand with a harmless expression.
“Hard-earned money...
Okay, but this matter is not something that can be decided by just my nod.
I understand what you are thinking. I can help you ask later.
But whether it succeeds or not, don't count on me."
Fang Xiang thought for a moment and felt that it would be better to say the ugly words up front.
These people now have a somewhat blind trust in him.
Seeing that BMW was selling well, they thought there might be potential in making mid- and low-end cars.
They think it will just mean less money, so they want to get involved.
However, it is still unclear whether these models will be recognized in Southeast Asia, the Middle East, Eastern Europe and South America.
Moreover, if the profits are low, these people will probably just run away.
The profits are high, doesn’t the country have any ideas?
In this kind of matter, Fang Xiang thought it would be better for him not to act arbitrarily and to see what the higher-ups think.
"Of course, as long as Mr. Fang agrees, I will do the rest.
It's definitely something we do.
If Mr. Fang can't even get past this level, then we don't have to think about the rest, right?"
Bao Yugang laughed loudly. It was obvious that the main purpose of this trip had been achieved.
The rest are just incidental.
As for bringing two younger generations along, it is probably to pave the way for the future.
Let’s deal with each other slowly in the future.
After seeing off Bao Yugang and others, Fang Xiang didn't think much about it and simply put the matter behind him.
Since Bao Yugang has said so, they will be responsible for the subsequent public relations.
Naturally, Fang Xiang didn't want to worry too much.
Autumn passed and spring came, and time unknowingly came to May 83.
The first prototype of the J-11 was finally built.
"This plane is so beautiful..."
Wu Chang stood beside Fang Xiang, looking at the J-11 fuselage which was only a dozen meters away from him, and exclaimed in admiration.
"It hasn't been painted yet. It will be even more beautiful after it is painted!"
Fang Xiang stood in the hangar, looking at the J-11 in front of him, which was painted only white with a few simple red lines.
This is basically not much different from the original US F-16.
But this color is really ugly.
But it’s just a prototype anyway, so there’s no need to be too particular about it.
Being able to build a prototype in more than half a year even exceeded Fang Xiang's own expectations.
In fact, just for the fuselage, it would only take about three months if we worked overtime.
However, the radar, avionics and engines that match it require drastic modifications before they can be installed.
Yes, the F-16 has too many beautiful lines, which means that the interior space is not as easy to fit equipment as the round cabins of the J-7 and J-8.
A lot of spaces need to be modified and adjusted with great care to fit this body.
But the benefits are also extremely obvious.
The J-11 is certainly not able to reach the level of the F-16, which is the benchmark for third-generation aircraft.
But judging from the basic test and surveying data, the difference between the F-16 data in Fang Xiang's memory is not too big.
Although my strength is only 6-7% of theirs, it is enough.
“Why is there a camera?”
After sighing, Wu Chang walked around the fuselage twice.
When he returned to Fang Xiang, he pointed to the camera that was being set up not far away.
“It’s for documentaries.
I'll let you show your face later."
Fang Xiang smiled and made a joke.
I don't know when it started, but I always record these moments when I witness history.
In later generations, we often see documentaries with backgrounds filled with simple rooms and equipment.
But those ancestors accomplished all kinds of unexpected great deeds under such difficult conditions.
But now, he would also be filmed in a documentary, which was something he had never thought of before.
"I can't do that, I'm just two brushes.
It's just a background board, so you should come."
Wu Chang knew Fang Xiang was joking, but he still smiled, waved his hands, and took two steps back.
It was as if he was afraid of being caught by the camera.
"Professor Fang, the inspection is complete. Do you want to turn on the machine?"
Just when Fang was joking with Wu Chang, the butcher next to him came jogging over.
In his hand was a wooden board with a thick stack of documents on it.
Fang knew it was a checklist without even looking at it.
"Then turn it on."
Since the butcher asked, it means the inspection is completed and there are no problems.
I have been busy for almost a year. Isn't this what I have been waiting for?
Fang Xiang put away his smile and nodded.
Just as the butcher raised his hand and made a gesture, there was a sudden noise outside the hangar.
PS: Today is my birthday, so I’m taking a day off and will only update once.
