Military industrial hegemony

Chapter 719 Joy and Sadness

Old America, St. Louis, McDonnell Douglas headquarters.

At this moment, a young white man with an excited face hurried into a small conference room with a document.Although the meeting room is not big, it is full of various materials, and there are a few blurry black and white pictures of airplanes hanging on the wall of the meeting room.It can be seen that this is not their own company's aircraft, but a different model, even rougher in workmanship than their own aircraft.So what kind of aircraft, in the case of rough workmanship and backward performance, will attract the attention of the North American aviation giant and McDonnell Douglas, which has a place in the world's aviation manufacturing industry.That's right, this is the Yun_10 passenger plane, and it is also the dream of a big plane that every Chinese once had.

"Mr. Anthony, Mr. Anthony." The young man shouted excitedly as soon as he entered the conference room.

A yellow-haired white man in his fifties was sitting in the first seat, and he looked at the rash young man and said dissatisfiedly: "Adam, if you don't find a good reason for your rashness, then don't come again tomorrow." Go to work."

"Mr. Anthony, good news, good news!" Adam picked up the document in his hand and shouted.

"Oh, what good news, Boeing went bankrupt?" Anthony was slightly taken aback.

The young man named Adam was cold for a while, then handed the document in his hand to Anthony and said: "Um, Mr. Anthony, we just got the news that the budget appropriation for the transport_10 large passenger aircraft project in Modu has been rejected, which means that There is absolutely no chance for this project to be revived, which means that the Yun_10 passenger plane is officially discontinued."

"Oh, God!" Anthony smiled incredulously: "Finally, it's over, hahahaha."

"Anthony, please keep calm, isn't this what we should do." A middle-aged man in a suit sitting next to him, smoking a cigar leisurely, said slowly.

"Oh, Cole, thank you, I want to thank you CIA. Really, you have opened up a billion-dollar market for us." Anthony said to this Cole.

"Huh, calm down man, God bless you, ain't you?" Cole says now.

"Yes, that's right, God favors Lao Mei and McDonnell." An Dongjie said with a smile: "If they are really allowed to successfully develop a large aircraft, then not only will we not be able to win the billion-dollar market, It will also add a tough competitor in the international market. They will sell these planes with their car-like prices. At that time, I am afraid that our life will not be easy. There are enough aircraft manufacturers in the international market now I can't stand the Y-10 anymore. But man, I can't figure out what good it would do for you CIA if the Y-10 program is discontinued. Aren't you trying to help them fight the evil Soviets in the North right now *?"

Cole shook his head and said: "Man, you know, we can allow them to grow stronger, so that we can hide behind him and command it to fight for us. But once this person is out of our control, it will be too dangerous. Just like if they have the Yun_10 airliner, they will have a military-type aircraft with a little modification, which is too unsafe for our several bases around. Isn’t their army very powerful? It’s enough to develop the army, and leave it to us to play the air force.”

"Oh man, you've talked too much. Let's cheer and celebrate our victory!" Anthony raised his glass to Cole and said, "This is made by myself at the vineyard on the west coast. To ensure the quality, only Thirty bottles can be said to be extremely precious."

Cole took a sip and said, "Well, it's really good, much better than the $28 bottle at Wal-Mart."

"Hahahaha, buddy, you are so interesting." Anthony took another sip and said, "I will send two bottles to your car, and you can taste it with your family when you go back."

Cole looked at Anthony with a slight smile and said, "Hey, buddy, you know that I am a public official and cannot accept gifts from partners."

Anthony quickly shook his head and said: "No, buddy, according to the federal law, only valuable commodities can be regarded as economic crimes. And my two bottles of wine are not commodities at all, because they are not in circulation at all, yes To me it's just a little product from my farm."

"Hehe, local products, very good words, thank you for your local products." Carl raised his glass and said.

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In the capital city, there is a tube building full of creepers.I saw a few young people walking in with Jiangnan's unique pastries and snacks.When they walked through a dark corridor, they came to a door.

Bang, bang, bang, with a few knocks on the door, the door opened, and an old lady with full hair poked out from inside.I saw her glance at the young people, then smiled and said to the young people: "Oh, you are here. It's only been a few days, why are you here again? How many times have I told you, Don’t come here too often, spend more time at home with your family when you have time, it’s fine outside, don’t worry about it.”

"Master!" Several young people called out respectfully.

"Okay, come in, your teacher is in the study." The old lady Huafa said with a smile on her face.

One of the young people handed the pastry to the old lady Huafa and said, "Master, this is the sweet-scented osmanthus cake from Old Chang's family. It is our students' tribute to you and the teacher."

The old lady Huafa was a little unhappy when she saw the pastry in the hands of the young man and said: "You said, you bring us something every time you come, what are you doing with such a waste? If you have this money, buy more meat for the children later, they are now It's time to grow taller. Take it back, I don't want this."

"Ms. Ma, we have already brought this, so there is no one who will take it back. Look at this, you keep it first this time, and next time, we will definitely not bring it again next time." A fat young man next to him laughed.

"Next time, how many times have you, little fat man, said next time." The old lady made way for them to enter the house and said, "Okay, let's leave it alone, it's really not allowed next time."

"Yes, teacher's wife." Several people replied, and then quickly walked to their teacher's study.

When I walked to the study room, I saw my teacher, an old man with white hair was sitting at the desk wearing glasses, and he was looking at the drawings on the desk with a magnifying glass while recording what.And in this small study room, there are also piles of materials, all of which are images of various parts of the aircraft.

Hearing someone coming, the old man looked up and found that several of his student ID cards were standing in front of them.The old man smiled and said: "Oh, why are you here? Is there any good news to inform me? Is our research funding coming down?"

Seeing that a few students didn't say anything, and then lowered their heads there, the old man also put away his smile, then stood up and asked them, "What's the matter, what happened?"

"Teacher,,," several people looked at the old man hesitating to speak, not knowing what to say.

"Quickly tell me, what does it look like?" the old man said dissatisfied.

Seeing the old man reprimanding him, I saw one of them, a tall, thin young man with thick glasses, crying to the old man, "Teacher, the Yun_10 is gone, and the funds have not been approved. The higher-ups require us to stop working completely."

Hum,,, the old man's brain buzzed for a while, and then he sat down on the chair with his whole body slumped, staring at the ceiling dully.

"Teacher, teacher,,, old man,,,"

(End of this chapter)