Chapter 359: Visiting for questioning
"You kid! You kid! You kid..."
Not long after Secretary Liu left, Old Yu came to the door and pointed at Fang Xiang, unable to speak for a long time.
"Mr. Yu, how about you hit me twice?
Don't get sick from anger, I can't bear the responsibility."
Fang Xiang handed Yu a cucumber with a grin on his face. Yes, he was chewing the cucumber.
"Pfft..."
When Qin Jun, who was standing by, saw this scene, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"You two...are going to make me mad!"
Old Yu snatched the cucumber angrily, stuffed it into his mouth and started biting it.
You know what, it’s quite rhythmic.
"Why don't you hurry up and serve Elder Yu a bowl of soup?"
Fang Xiang turned around and said something to Xiao Cheng who was standing beside him with a silly look on his face.
"Eh!"
Xiao Cheng turned around and actually went to get a bowl of soup.
"Neither of you has a carefree life!
What did I tell you on the phone? You came and did this to me, then ran away.
It would have been fine if he just ran away, but he took the blueprints with him!
It's fine to just bring the drawings, after all, it's you who drew them, no one can stop you, right?
Now, I only have two samples! That old bastard Lao Wang took the sample car away without saying a word, and said I agreed.
I don't agree with that!"
When Mr. Yu saw the bowl of soup in front of him, he couldn't drink it.
He pointed at Fang Xiang with a half-eaten cucumber and kept talking.
"Mr. Yu, 880 horsepower is not enough for you, how much bigger do you want?
The Hans country asked us for 1200 million per set of power pack, which sounds like it has horsepower.
But to put it bluntly, that thing is just a test product, and there are a lot of problems with it, as you know.
If you ask me, it’s enough, almost enough.”
Fang Xiang picked up the cucumber that he had not finished eating, dipped it in the sauce on the dish, and started eating it too.
"It's easy to say, but the gap between Project 74 and foreign countries is huge. If we work hard, we can catch up.
Now we don't have to care about the faces of those foreigners anymore, right?
I would say you should think of another solution.
If Project 74 is completed, wouldn't it be more useful than building cars?"
Old Yu angrily snatched the dish of sauce in front of Fang Xiang and started to dip it himself.
"You can't say that, Mr. Yu. Tanks can't be compared to cars.
Really, if you ask me, if the tonnage is reduced, there is no need to make the armor so thick.
Others may not know what missiles look like now, but you don’t know either?
If you just hit me with your head, no matter how thick the armor is, it will be useless, right?"
Fang Xiang had seen too many tanks with their tops cut off, and he couldn't stand this clumsy way of stacking armor.
"Using missiles to attack tanks, let's see how capable you are. How much does a missile cost?
How much does a tank cost?
Apart from Lao Mi, who has the money to burn it?
Fuck! How the hell did you come up with that... "
Mr. Yu did look unconvinced, and suddenly he stopped talking as he was talking.
It seemed that he also realized the problem.
Although there are still several years before the Gulf War, it does not mean that the Chinese are not aware that the United States is now playing with guided missiles.
“No matter how expensive a missile is, it is not as valuable as human life.
Mr. Yu, future wars will be fought with economic calculations and an abacus.
This is no longer an era where we compete to see who has more people, guns, and cannons.
Even though Lao Mi has a good relationship with us now, you also know that there are no eternal friends and no eternal enemies.
Only eternal interests."
Fang wanted to see that Mr. Yu was silent at this moment, and he knew very well that Mr. Yu had figured it out.
This sentence is just to add another weight.
The number and speed at which Lao Mi changes his face in later generations is comparable to that of the actors in a hot pot restaurant.
"Then Hong Hong, please think of a solution for me.
The engine has enough horsepower, but as you said, the infrared signature is so strong, doesn't it make it a big target?"
After Mr. Yu sighed, his tone became much more relaxed.
Looking at the sauce dish in front of him, he didn't know whether to dip the cucumber in the sauce or not.
“I think this is a systemic issue, not a problem with a single tank.
If we have air superiority, do you think tanks will still be targets?
What is the range of a missile that can hit a tank?
Instead of asking me about infrared, you should ask how to gain air superiority.
Now and in the future, the air force will dominate the world. When the tanks are deployed, there won’t be much hard fighting to do.”
Fang Xiang didn't care about all that. He was a layman in war, and the things he could understand were as small as mung beans in the eyes of professionals.
Speaking of which, this Project 74 was later called the Type 88 tank.
In fact, there is not much difference between it and the first generation 88 that was first produced later.
Although many things on the prototype vehicle are imported from abroad, the important power system and gun barrel technology are already our own.
Only the gun aiming and observation systems are still imported, but overall, it is no worse than the Type 88.
It is even better because it has a power pack designed by Fang Xiang.
It’s just that Mr. Yu is greedy.
But is it wrong for Mr. Yu to be greedy?
In fact, it is true. Nowadays, there are too many people who want to catch up with the achievements of foreign countries in thirty or fifty years within three to five years.
The reason? It’s because they were bullied too badly in the past, and now they don’t want to be bullied, and they don’t want their children to be bullied.
So there is no right or wrong in this matter.
During the Gulf War, many people said that they were stunned and had never known that war could be fought in this way.
But later some people said that the internal judgment on this matter had already been made, and it was not as exaggerated as the rumors outside.
Those who were stunned were the old traditionalists.
But there are new reformists within the group.
These people have already predicted the pattern of future wars, but their voices are too small and they have no say.
Fang Xiang actually has the same opinion on this matter.
Don't think that the Rabbits were like the Soviet Union in those years, still superstitious about the army's way of conquering the world.
Otherwise, why were there so many projects in the air force and missile fields that were developed secretly and continuously over the years?
"So what do you mean, try going south?"
Mr. Yu soon figured it out and took another bite of the cucumber.
"Just give it a try. An ugly daughter-in-law will eventually have to meet her parents-in-law.
Besides, it’s better to do it sooner rather than later. If you try it sooner, you can find out where there are defects and problems, right? "
Fang Xiang picked up the bowl, took a sip of soup, and ate a bite of pickles.
By the way, he asked Xiao Cheng to serve a bowl of rice to Qin Jun as well.
Now, Mr. Yu was silent.
In the small restaurant, the only sound left was the crunching of a few people chewing cucumbers.
"On the hour?"
Unexpectedly, Qin Jun suddenly mentioned something before he finished eating the cucumber.
"Then make it right."
Mr. Yu nodded.
"On the hour, I'll get the wine."
When Fang Xiang saw it, he was immediately delighted and secretly gave Qin Jun a thumbs up.
In return, Qin Jun showed a knowing smile on his old face.
"Go ask the kitchen to fry some peanuts and mix some cucumbers."
After standing up and saying something to Xiao Cheng, he turned a corner and returned to his room.
He touched two bottles of wine and took them out.
In a blink of an eye, the situation of coming to the house to accuse the three brothers turned into a drinking party among the three brothers.
Xiao Cheng was left standing outside the door, scratching his head, saying he didn't understand. . .
