Take Off My Aviation Era

　　 "Tengfei Paier?" Lu Ming was a little confused by his cousin's words.

The boy called Lu Mao raised the billowing, metallic plane in his hand and explained: "What I have in my hand is the model plane of Ascendas brand. The same guy who won the championship in the provincial model airplane contest not long ago This model machine can fly six times in the sky and then return it to the hand, but it is amazing. Some time ago, the Sin Chew Sports Bureau visited our school to promote it, and I asked my dad to buy one for me."

Obviously Lu Mao likes his model machine very much. A small face is full of pride, but when his eyes fall on the base of the writing table, the words "Tengfei" are engraved with his head raised high and his shape is beautiful. When the model machine seemed to be flying into the sky next moment, it suddenly dimmed again.

　　 "Compared with your high-end machine, my one is too bad. There is one in the class next to ours. It is a Soviet MiG-23. I heard that it cost 260 yuan. How much is this one, sister?"

　　 said Lu Mao and walked over with a grin. He stretched out his paw to take the plane on the desk. Lu Ming slapped him and slapped him back: "I want, let your dad buy it for you, don't touch me."

"I wanted my dad to buy it, but he was beaten by him as soon as the words were spoken, and he said that I was a prodigal son. I wanted to play and let me do it myself. If I can do it, I will ask him to buy something. Sister, just let me see, please."

　　 Lu Mao is the youngest son of Lu Ming's second uncle's family. He has been in a good relationship with her since she was a child, and he was acting like a baby with his arms.

Lu Mao yelled in excitement, and threw himself down at the desk, as if staring at a peerless treasure. He swallowed his saliva while watching every detail on the plane. He kept asking, "Sister, this plane. That country? Why haven’t I seen it?"

　　 "You haven't seen too many." Lu Ming took the clothes hanging on the balcony and answered hard.

　　 "Sister, I haven't seen this plane. Is it a new American plane?"

　　 "Our country." Lu Ming's words are still concise, but Lu Mao was shocked when he heard it: "Our country? When will our country have such a combat aircraft? Oh my God, is it the latest development by the Air Force?"

　　 "It's a fantasy machine that a few guys came up with in their heads. By the way, why did you run here again? You won't be beaten by dad to dare to go home again?"

　　 "Fantasy machine?"

Lu Mao directly passed the words behind Lu Ming, holding the model machine up and down and looking carefully, and finally saw a line of small characters under the base, "Everyone has a flying dream of aviation, and so do we. This is the production of this future domestic-made combat aircraft in order to entrust our distant dreams, hereby commemorating the Tengfei Factory."

　　 The disappointment that a small face can't tell, if it were really a domestically made combat aircraft, what a pity, a pity.

With a depressed sigh, Lu Mao suddenly thought of something. He looked at the model over and over, then his eyes became firm and he also had dreams. Why can't he remember it? So he blurted out without thinking, "Sister, can you borrow this model? I'm two days, I also want to be a future combat aircraft in my dream...Oh...it hurts..."

　　As soon as he uttered his bold words, he was photographed by a stir-fried chestnut. Lu Ming's impatient voice came from his ears: "Ask you, why did I run here?"

　　 "Ah~~ I almost forgot, my mother told you to go back to eat, saying that they are all in the family, and it is not necessary to become a part of a stinky man."

　　 "Our Lao Lu family is the best second lady, what to eat tonight?"

　　 "Sauerkraut fish, white sliced ​​chicken, and pickled pork with pickled vegetables~~" Lu Mao reported very carefully, swallowing several times.

　　 "What are you waiting for? Go, go back late, be careful not to eat." After hearing so many delicious foods, Lu Ming immediately put on his coat and opened the door with a greeting.

　　 Lu Mao glanced at the model plane and asked in a low voice, "Sister, this plane..."

　　 "There is a box next to it, remember not to break it."

　　 "Thank you, sister!" Lu Mao yelled, packed up the model machine, carried the box, and rushed out of the dormitory with Lu Ming.

　　……

　　 Yonghong Factory is located on the third floor of Building No. 7 in the district. The rich fragrance of rice wafted from the kitchen of Lu Zhenjiang's home, causing a lot of discussion from neighbors around.

　　 I thought there was something good about Lu Zhenjiang, who had just been promoted to deputy director of the main plant.

　　 But I didn't know that at this moment, Lu Zhenjiang's living room was like a cold winter, and it was suffocating.

I don’t know how long it took. Lu Zhenjiang squeezed out the smoke in his hand and drank another sip of tea. Then he sighed and slowed down his tone: "Old leader, I really didn’t mean what you said. The factory is reforming. Transformation, we have to look forward in everything, and we can’t stay in one place and draw circles..."

"Then you can't forget your roots!" Before Lu Zhenjiang finished speaking, he was pushed back by He Ming on the side: "We are a national defense and military industry enterprise, and military products are our lifeblood. Now we don't need any lifeblood. You and me Speaking of transformation? What is the transformation? Is it a refrigerator that has not been put into production, or a gas turbine that has not even been developed for two years?

　　I just don’t understand, two projects that have no benefit can drive you crazy like this? The Air Force dropped three planes in a row, all caused by quality problems in the factory, but you were indifferent. We have been removed from the list of key military protection units. Comrade Lu Zhenjiang is still indifferent. If you remain indifferent, the Yonghong factory is about to end. . "

　　 "Old leader, not as serious as you said." Lu Zhenjiang continued to persuade.

"It's not serious. I don't believe that you haven't read the accounts in the factory. A big factory with more than 10,000 people will have less than 1,500 yuan left. Tell me where did all the money go? "

Lu Zhenjiang stopped talking, and lighted a cigarette again and smoked one bite at a time. Today's Yonghong factory seems to be beautiful on the surface, but in fact it is riddled with holes~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Since last year, three air force crashes have occurred. The accident, the spearhead, and the quality problems of the Yonghong factory led to the removal of the Yonghong factory from the key military protection units. For this reason, He Ming and the factory director Yu had a big quarrel at the factory party committee, prompting a dispute between military and civilian products. Make it public.

After that, He Ming got a heart attack and was hospitalized. Because of the cooperation with Pratt & Whitney, Factory Manager Yu believed that introducing foreign technology and experience would be a better way out, so he didn’t care about the removal of Yonghong Factory from a key military insurance unit. Running madly along the road of introducing foreign technology, not only did gas turbines engage in international cooperation, but even refrigerators had to build foreign production lines.

When He Ming came back from recuperation, he exploded his hair and quarreled with Director Yu. Fortunately, this time He Ming was out of anger, but Director Yu was really angry and felt that He Ming was really setting up obstacles for him and hindering reform , So Lu Zhenjiang asked He Ming to find out. If He Ming was really determined, he wouldn't mind kicking the stinky stone He Ming out of Yonghong Factory.

　　 It was with this task that Lu Zhenjiang invited He Ming to the house for dinner, but before he had eaten the meal, He Ming pointed to the nose and cursed, making him angry.

Just at this moment, the door of the room opened, and Lu Mao walked in carrying a box. Looking at the metal box with the characters "Tengfei", the fire in Lu Zhenjiang's stomach could no longer be suppressed. He rushed over to shine. The son's **** is just a kick: "You bastard, say, where did you get the hundreds of dollars?"

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