Chapter 525 Undercurrents Surge! (First Update!)

"I understand, I understand!" Awad chuckled and hung up the phone while laughing.

In international communication, there are some things that can be said and some things that cannot be said, so some bad words need to be said.

Among them, Chinese slang is the most common.

If three sky cannons are launched that fly relatively fast, aren't they hypersonic missiles?

After standing by the phone for a while and realizing that he couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart, Awad simply turned and walked towards the window.

He opened the curtains and looked out the window with a smile.

Outside the window, under the dim street lights, security personnel from China were working diligently around the villa to provide adequate security.

Seeing all this in his eyes, Awad's face became even more beneficial.

After a moment, he simply laughed loudly.

The year before last, an inadvertent investment turned into an achievement that shocked the world in a very short period of time.

You should laugh at this kind of thing, laugh out loud!

Laugh out loud.

If you don’t even laugh at this kind of thing, then when can you laugh at it?

After laughing, he walked back to the study, took out a notebook and started planning.

Rheinsteel can launch three missiles at once, and they can launch them almost simultaneously.

That shows that their launch this time is not accidental, but inevitable, and they have mastered the relevant manufacturing technology.

According to Lin Yu's habits, he should have mastered the mass manufacturing process.

If this is the case, then if I go there this time, I should be able to discuss mass production with them.

Thinking about the questions in his mind, Awad jotted them down in his notebook.

And on the other side, distant China.

Lin Yu, who was sitting on the bed, glanced at the sky outside the window and then looked at the time on his hand, which was 2:32 in the morning.

I had been busy these past two days, and the sleepiness I had finally accumulated disappeared without a trace with Awad's phone call.

He stretched out his hand and rubbed his head irritably, lifted up the quilt and got into the bathroom. After a simple wash, he walked to the control room of the R&D center with a pair of sleepy eyes.

When he arrived at the door, he found that Zhou Changyao's guard was still here. He sighed and walked into the control room quietly.

In the control room, except for a few engineers on shift, no one else was there, but Zhou Changyao and Fang Jianguo were still here.

He walked over, picked up the teapot on the table, went to the tea room to fill a pot of tea, then returned to the two of them, filled the teapot, and then asked them:

"Why don't you two uncles sleep?"

Zhou Changyao took the tea calmly, took a sip, and explained casually: "I'm old, so I can't sleep that much, and besides, I'm excited!"

"Now that the hypersonic medium-range ballistic missile has been successfully tested, the next thing that needs to be tested is the intercontinental missile. As long as the intercontinental missile test is successful, then when we speak internationally, others will take it seriously."

Listening to the other party's explanation, Lin Yu couldn't help but smile.

The function of the missile will provide different functions depending on the warhead it carries.

Short-range and medium-range ballistic missiles are generally loaded with high explosives and very fine graphite fibers. They are designed to destroy enemy airports, power facilities, bridges, command centers and other high-value targets.

Compared with these two brothers, intercontinental ballistic missiles have only one function, and that is to load nuclear bombs.

At an attack distance of 14,000 kilometers, it is impossible to launch only one missile loaded with 200 kilograms of explosives, because it would be a loss and a waste of cost.

Only nuclear bombs, only nuclear bombs can reduce costs and at the same time achieve sufficient deterrence.

After drinking a cup of tea and looking back at the busy people, Lin Yu waved gently to Zhou Changyao, pointed to the door, and walked out of the room first.

Zhou Changyao and Fang Jianguo are also good people. Seeing Lin Yu like this, they knew that Lin Yu had other things to say, and it was not convenient to say them publicly.

The two of them looked at each other, stood up, and walked out of the room.

Outside the door, Lin Yu was waiting quietly, waiting for Zhou Changyao and Fang Jianguo to appear. He took the lead and led people into the independent small room next door.

After closing the door and leaning against the wall, Lin Yu calmly spit out a message:

"Old man, half an hour ago, I received a call from Prince Awad of Saudi Arabia. He said that his brother will leave for China tomorrow for a visit."

"Want to talk to us about hypersonic missiles."

"I want to hear what you think."

This news made the two old men next to them look at each other, but soon they came to their senses again.

Lin Yu's sources of funds for constructing these infrastructures were clear to the Staff Department and also to the Equipment Department.

Some of them come from Saudi Arabia, and the relevant investment agreements also involve some hypersonic missiles.

Now that I think about it, Saudi Arabia knew that the hypersonic missile test was successful and wanted to fulfill the contract.

After thinking about this clearly, both of them subconsciously lowered their heads and remained silent.

After all, this is the country’s greatest weapon.

After a long silence, Zhou Changyao raised his head, fixed his gaze on Lin Yu, and asked very calmly: "What do you think? Tell me and listen?"

Hearing this question, Lin Yu couldn't help but raise his hand and point to himself and asked, "What do I think?"

After asking the question, he fell silent.

After a brief silence, he said calmly: "My opinion is that it can be sold, and it will be a big sale."

"Change them all into ship-based models, and then sell them a guided missile destroyer and fill it with missiles, including missiles that are 9 times the speed of sound."

"Give one more ship of technicians and then dock the ship to the Persian Gulf."

"Let this ship just wander around in that one-third of an acre of land in the Middle East."

"Don't Americans talk about freedom of navigation every day? We let the Saudis take us to freedom of navigation."

After listening to Lin Yu's thoughts, Zhou Changyao and Fang Jianguo once again looked at each other. From each other's eyes, they both saw the emotion of the Yangtze River, where the waves behind push the waves ahead.

Cruel enough.

Poisonous enough.

According to the concept drawing given by Lin Yu, the 15,000-ton guided missile destroyer they produced can carry hundreds of missiles.

Even a few hundred ordinary missiles would be devastating if placed on this ship or in the Middle East.

Now put hypersonic missiles in the Middle East again, and it will be a proper weight that can hold down everyone.

Want to talk?

Want to cause trouble?

Want to fight?

This is a good idea, but the problem is that no one is willing to hand over such a big killer to other people and let others control it.

And, as things stand, it's unlikely that either side will agree to the idea.

Shaking his head, Zhou Changyao said softly: "Your idea is good. I can pass this idea to Lao Lu and let him persuade you."

"Then we will discuss it with Saudi Arabia. If both parties agree, this may be the follow-up method of cooperation."

"We need a stable situation and an attitude to express outwardly."

"If your intercontinental missile launch is successful, then we do not need actual cooperation. We only need to issue a joint announcement to silence most people."

After finishing these words to Lin Yu, Zhou Changyao turned back, turned his gaze to Fang Jianguo, and continued:

"This requires cooperation from your equipment department."

Fang Jianguo didn't speak, but nodded his head gently. Then his eyes fell on Lin Yu, and he spoke calmly:

"Xiao Linzi, don't rush this matter. Wait for the reply from above."

After saying this, Fang Jianguo stood up, stretched, and said to himself: "It's still early, I'll go back and catch up on some sleep, go to work tomorrow morning, and then contact the leaders."

"Let's go first."

He stood up and left, and Zhou Changyao also stood up, stretched and walked out of the room.

Lin Yu, who stayed where he was, watched the two of them leave, then turned around and returned to the control room, fell down on the sofa and began to sleep.

He was woken up from his deep sleep, and now he was on the bed again. In just a moment, he fell asleep completely.

He slept soundly, but others did not.

Moscow, Russian Ministry of Defense.

Looking at the information compiled together, a group of people from the Ministry of National Defense couldn't sit still, especially Minister Yurikin. He grabbed the document with both hands and looked at the contents of the document with a look of disbelief on his face.

After a long time, he stammered and looked at the official responsible for weapons research and development and logistics next to him, and asked hesitantly:

"Well... I remember that we also have a hypersonic missile project, and we have received a lot of funding."

"So now, can any of you please tell me, where are our missiles?"

"Why did we spend so much money but the missile never came out, but our next door neighbor came out first?"

"Who can help me answer this question?"

Faced with the Minister's questioning, everyone present wisely chose to shut up and not answer the question.

As long as I don't answer, I won't be asked, I won't be asked, and I won't say anything I don't understand.

If you don't tell me what I don't understand, you won't make mistakes. Even if you blame me, you won't be able to blame me.

Ah, it’s another sunny day in spring!

Seeing that these people did not answer, Yurikin threw away the documents in his hand, slapped the table with his hand, and roared:

"You won't tell me, right? If you don't tell me, then I will take you to see the president later. You can talk to the president in person and explain to the president in person."

"As for whether you can explain it clearly in the end, it has nothing to do with me. I am the Minister of Defense and I am only responsible for approving funds."

"You are the ones specifically taking the blame!"

Facing the uncle's roar, a very gentle-looking technical engineer stood up, put his hands in his pockets, and said very calmly:

"We...we do not have the capability to develop and manufacture hypersonic missiles."

"As for the hypersonic missile project you are talking about, the small amount of project funds is not enough to feed the people of the project team."

"Moreover, developing and manufacturing hypersonic missiles requires more than just missile research. It also requires research on many things. In addition, a wind tunnel group is also required."

"Our wind tunnel group was built during the former Soviet Union. These facilities have been used for decades and need to be updated, overhauled and upgraded."

"If you have the courage, then spend a separate fund to fully upgrade these infrastructures."

"Probably only $2 billion."

Listening to the numbers spit out by the engineer, the defense minister, who had been very fierce just now, stopped breathing. In the blink of an eye, the toughness on his face disappeared, leaving only a gentle look on his face.

2 billion US dollars, why don’t you grab this tnd?

Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he spoke calmly again:

"Go to the office next door and sort out a rough plan for me. The main contents include the current R&D progress and the amount of funds needed for facility renovation."

"Then let me rest for a while!"

After that, Yurijin began to drive people away.

When the last person left, he found that the man did not close the door. He could only get up from his chair helplessly, walk to the door, and kick the door hard.

With a bang, the door closed, and he returned to his chair, picked up the documents that had just been slapped on the table, and carefully checked them bit by bit.

The more he checked the documents, the more he could not suppress the anger on his face.

When the anger reached its peak, he grabbed the documents in front of him with both hands and tore them frantically. In just a dozen seconds, the dozen documents turned into pieces of paper.

Sprinkling the pieces of paper in his hand into the sky, Yurijin lay back on the chair weakly, looking at the pieces of paper falling from the top of his head with lifeless eyes.

The pieces of paper fluttered and fell slowly on Yurikin, like the heavy snow in Russia's cold winter, burying him completely.

Submerged in the pieces of paper, he spoke again in a lost voice, muttering to himself:

"How can they make a hypersonic missile? How can they make a hypersonic missile?"

"Why can they make a hypersonic missile?"

"Obviously there is nothing, why?"

"Russia has everything, but why can't it make anything?"

"Why?"

As he kept asking why, the phone on the table rang. He picked it up casually, but found that it was an order from the president.

The content of the order was very brief and deadly.

[At all costs, make a hypersonic missile in the shortest time! ]

After turning this order over and over in his mind for a few times, Yurikin despairingly found that this task was very difficult, very difficult.

But he did not complain to the person on the phone. He took a deep breath and replied calmly: "I understand!"

"The Chinese can build hypersonic missiles. Our foundation is better than theirs. We can definitely build hypersonic missiles, and better than theirs."

"Don't worry, we can definitely make this thing before America."

"If we can't make it, I will come to see you with the heads of the main officials of the equipment research department."

"France? England?"

"You don't have to worry about these two countries. They don't have the ability to build hypersonic missiles independently, and other European countries will not allow them to make hypersonic missiles."

"Of course, the most important point is that America will not allow them to have it either."

"Other countries..."

"Mr. President, compared to hypersonic missiles, I think the most urgent problem for other countries is bullet production."