Chapter 828 Russia: Huh? (Second Update!)

How do you feel now?

Hearing this question, Shen Jianjun's attention finally moved away from the plane and moved to the surroundings of the airport.

The command center is located at the highest point of the entire airport, from which you can overlook the entire airport.

Putting the telescope in front of him, Shen Jianjun suddenly found that those people who were in a hurry suddenly slowed down their pace, raised their heads, and looked at the sky curiously.

On the road around the airport, some vehicles also slowly stopped, and the people in the cars also got out, raised their heads, and looked at the sky curiously.

Just like he was looking at the plane just now!

Looking at these people through the telescope, Shen Jianjun suddenly shouted three good words, and then said to Lin Yu on the phone:

"Boss Lin, this gift you sent is very good, very very good!"

"I will contact the person now to make room for your plane to land."

"I'll hang up the phone first, contact me if you have anything!"

Said, Shen Jianjun put away his phone and turned back, his eyes fell behind him:

"Immediately arrange a position, the most conspicuous position, let the three planes land, land in the most conspicuous position."

"Also, arrange security personnel to isolate the three planes, and do not allow anyone to approach."

"Go!"

The person in charge received the order, immediately took off the walkie-talkie hanging on his chest, and arranged all the words.

Soon, the air traffic control contacted the three planes, delayed other planes that were about to land, and let these three planes land.

When the three red planes landed in sequence, under the guidance of the ground staff, they slowly slid into the most conspicuous apron, and the people who were waiting for the planes at the airport swarmed to the French windows.

"Dad, look at the big plane! I want to ride that plane!"

"Son, you have to be 18 years old and pass the entrance exam to Wudaokou Vocational and Technical College before you are eligible to ride that plane, so let's study hard, okay!"

"Then I won't ride it!"

"Mom, that plane looks great! Is that the plane Dad flies? Will he fly a plane like that when we go to see him this time?"

"Brother! Come out and look at the plane, where is the Tu-160! The red Tu-160, I suspect the Soviet Union has been resurrected!"

"Fuck, the Soviet Union has been resurrected ? Then the world war is about to start! "

"Fuck, it's the three red Tu-160s discussed on the Internet, why are they here? Didn't they go to Japan?"

"Ah?"

"Look, someone got off the plane!"

"Fuck, it's not the Russians, not the Russians, not the Russians!"

"Are they our own people?"

"It's our own people! It's our own people! Our own people!"

Seeing the people coming down the plane's string ladder in the distance, and looking at those people who looked exactly like themselves, sharp shouts rang out in the waiting hall.

Especially those young people, they excitedly grabbed their clothes, hats, and everything they could grab around them, and waved them desperately in their hands.

Soon, the news that three planes landed and the Chinese pilots walked down from the planes, along with videos and photos, were once again posted to the Tianya Forum.

Looking at more videos and more photos, people who were already full of questions had even more questions in their hearts.

Under the relevant posts, these people started discussing again.

"When did we buy the Tu-160? Why is there no news at all?"

"Didn't they say there were only about 20 of these things, and most of them were dismantled? How come we have three more?"

"I have an idea!"

"?"

"You go first!"

"I suspect that we built this plane ourselves!"

"...Just as I thought, and according to my personal understanding, we have thoroughly mastered the relevant technology and have completely transformed it into our own technology. Otherwise, there should be only one plane this time, not three?"

"How do you say that?"

"Three planes are traveling at the same time, which means that these three planes are most likely not prototypes, but mass-produced planes. The relevant parts manufacturing, processing technology, and assembly processes have all been mastered, so there will be mass-produced planes."

"By the way, which domestic manufacturing bureau made this plane? It was built so quietly? Where did they get the drawings?"

"Ukraine, or Russia, I prefer Ukraine."

"I suspect it was Belarus. ”

“Isn’t it Belarus?”

“They call it Belarus! But if you call it Belarus for a while, maybe they will change their name.”

“It shouldn’t be the aircraft manufacturing bureaus we know, because according to the known intelligence, the location of these aircraft is in Dabie Mountain, the Southwest Aircraft Manufacturing Bureau is in Shancheng, the Western Aircraft Manufacturing Bureau is in Guanzhong Plain, and the Northeast Aircraft Manufacturing Bureau is in the Northeast.”

“I found something. There used to be a third-line factory in Dabie Mountain, called Factory 076. It was reorganized more than a year ago, and then there was no news.”

“I have relatives there, I heard about it, and I also heard that a lot of people went there at that time, and then the Factory 076 was changed to Rhein Aerospace or something.”

“Rhein Aerospace? Could it be Rhein Steel Group again?”

“It must be them! Didn’t their General Manager Lin send a message?”

“I remember that General Manager Lin also has a number on the forum, I’ll look for it!”

Soon, the omnipotent netizens ran to Lin Yu’s account and left crazy comments in the posts he posted.

In Gaocheng, Lin Yu sat in front of the computer, looking at the pop-up messages, and felt a sense of evil.

After organizing the lines in his mind, he put his hands on the keyboard and began to type the first paragraph.

[We built the plane ourselves. It took us more than ten years to thoroughly understand the drawings, to completely organize the industrial chain, and to completely build the plane you see.

Here, I need to thank our friends in Ukraine. It was they who went through untold hardships and moved around internationally before they handed the things over to us...

Now, everyone can shout loudly...]

After the text was edited, while he was checking for typos, a pair of soft hands pressed on his shoulders, and then Lu Lin's gentle and puzzled voice rang in his ears:

"I remember that this drawing was given by Russia? How did it become Ukraine?"

"This is called a strategy of alienation!" Lin Yu responded and pressed the enter key without hesitation.

Send the text.

Three days ago, the news that Tu-160 appeared in China had spread, but because the aircraft was not painted at that time, many people thought it was an aircraft very similar to Tu-160.

Although there were three of them, it only caused a small-scale discussion.

But today, October 1st.

Three aircraft that look exactly like Tu-160 landed in front of the public.

If this is not explosive, then the news sent by Lin Yu is like a bomb that fell on a calm lake.

Lin Yu's words were very ambiguous.

But no matter what he said, the aircraft really appeared.

This is a solid evidence!

A solid evidence that the two parties had a transaction.

Therefore, the transaction was completed earlier than everyone imagined.

Ukraine gave the drawings, so what did they get in exchange?

What kind of thing is it that is worth them taking out the drawings of Tu-160 for exchange?

A stone stirs up a thousand waves, and almost everyone wants to know what this transaction mentioned was about.

Everyone is looking for the answer, including Russia, of course.

Moscow time is 5 hours later than China.

So, at 12 noon, when people in China are busy eating lunch and watching planes during lunch, it is 7 o'clock in the morning in Moscow.

Moscow local time is 7:30 in the morning.

The alarm clock rang, Vladimir jumped up from the bed, walked straight to the window, and opened the heavy curtains.

Looking at the sunlight coming in from the window, his mood can't help but become much happier.

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After washing up, he walked into the restaurant and sat down at the dining table naturally.

On the dining table, his breakfast for today has been placed.

A large portion of Russian pancakes filled with meat, the seasoning is simple ketchup and chili powder, and two pickles.

Spread these seasonings evenly on the pancakes, and he ate them very unceremoniously.

In his habit, men should eat with big mouthfuls, only in this way can it be interesting to eat.

While he was enjoying the pancakes, his direct intelligence officer Silitov appeared in front of him in a hurry with a briefcase.

Seeing Silitov appear, Vladimir held him down without waiting for him to speak, and then waved to the chef standing not far away: "Another pancake, let our comrade Silitov feel your cooking skills."

The chef turned and left, and Silitov, who was held down by Vladimir, finally breathed the air in his lungs at this moment.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he said anxiously: "My sir, don't eat anymore!"

"Something big happened!"

"Oh? What happened?" Vladimir turned his head slowly and looked at the people around him with a puzzled look.

Silitov was his exclusive intelligence officer. He was tall and had a face that was chiseled by a knife. He was a standard Russian strongman.

However, this Russian strongman was now in a panic, as if he had seen something outrageous.

"Rheinsteel took the Tu-160 drawing we sent out before and made Tu-160!"

"And they're flying around with it!"

"Ah?" Vladimir turned his head slowly and uttered a faint "ah" to replace the questions he wanted to ask.

After he finished speaking, his mouth moved again, his eyes were dull, and he chewed the food in his mouth expressionlessly and swallowed it.

With nothing in his mouth, he turned his head to look at Silitov and uttered another "ah" to question.

Seeing his confused look, Silitov knew that his president had not heard his words clearly at all.

Or, the news he said was too incredible for his president to believe.

He did not dare to neglect it, and quickly opened the briefcase he carried with him, took out a thick stack of photos and a document from it, shook it, and put the photos on the table.

With this pile of information in front of him, Vladimir focused his eyes on the document. When he saw the content of the document clearly, Silitov's words began to echo in his mind again.

My head hurts a bit.

He couldn't help but press his temples with his hands to relieve the pain in his head.

After a long while, he finally opened his eyes and looked at the photos.

He exhaled, stretched out his not-so-large hands, grabbed the photos on the table, and slid them in front of him, then looked at them one by one.

In the top photo, the three silver-gray planes were flying through the city under the blue sky.

The shape was not exactly the same as Tu-160, but it was 100%, or even 90% similar.

After looking at it for a while, he threw these photos aside and picked up the photos behind.

Compared with the previous photos, the photos behind seemed to have life.

The mist in the mountains, the vermilion planes, and the vermilion sunshine were so beautiful.

It made people marvel.

The clearer photos also allowed him to see clearly what was in the photos.

Tu-160!

Until now, they had only equipped 15 Tu-160s in total, but what did he see in this photo?

He saw three Tu-160s painted vermilion!

If he didn't know that this plane was extremely difficult to manufacture, and he also knew where all his own planes went, and even knew where those planes in Ukraine went, he would even suspect that these three planes were sold by Russia.

But he knew that they would not sell them!

Put these photos that looked like oil paintings on the other side, and Vladimir picked up the photos at the back.

The photos at the back were taken in a very mixed way, but some traces can be seen from these photos.

In the most conspicuous apron of the airport, three planes were parked quietly.

The pilots wearing new flight suits, who were obviously Chinese, waited quietly beside the plane.

Waiting for their new mission.

These photos were taken from many angles, and more details can be seen in each one.

Flipping through them, Vladimir's eyes locked on a photo taken from the back, in which the engine can be clearly seen.

Staring for a moment, he found that the nozzle...

was not the same as their aircraft engine!

This was the last photo. After reading it, he took this photo out alone and put it together with the photos that looked like oil paintings.

After doing all this, he turned back to look at Silitov, and before he could ask, he handed another document to Vladimir:

"This is what our engineers have roughly analyzed based on the video data we have obtained so far."

"According to the analysis, that Rheinsteel seems to have mastered a new, more powerful aircraft engine."

"According to the engineers' guess, this engine is better than the one we are currently using."

"Take a look."

Vladimir took the document, and the beginning of the document was a comparison of two pictures.

On the left is their plane, and when taking off and landing, there is a faint yellow smoke behind its buttocks.

On the right is the plane of Rheinsteel.

Clean and tidy.