0p0 Chapter 213: World's First Flight (Part 2)
Chapter 213: World's First Flight (Part 2)
Almost at the same time, in the imperial capital, the Badaling Great Wall scenic area.
A heavyweight is on an official visit.
The scenic area, which is usually crowded with people, has been closed at this time.
A white man with a square face, about fifty years old, is climbing the Great Wall surrounded by many people.
"It's a magnificent building. It's hard to believe it took thousands of years to build."
The translator said, "This section is the Ming Dynasty Great Wall, but it's also over 500 years old."
Minister F of a certain country chuckled: "Although it is not as old as the pyramids, it is still impressive."
Today, in addition to the tour, the Minister of State will also give an interview, similar to a short press conference.
The media asking the questions are not just Chinese media, but also a large number of overseas media, such as the most famous TV stations in the United States.
After all, the standard of this visit is quite high.
Minister F only climbed a few sections before turning back to the entrance of the Great Wall.
Quite a few people have gathered here.
In order to appear more casual and to show the scenery of the Great Wall behind, there was no podium or other arrangements prepared here, but cameras and microphones, more than a dozen microphones with the logos of various media outlets were all placed in front of him.
"Mr. Carter, what does this visit mean to you? What are your thoughts on it?"
"Mr. Carter, what do you think of the Great Wall?"
"Mr. Carter..."
Although they were all old-fashioned official questions, as a politician, the Minister of State still answered them one by one with a smile on his face and enthusiasm.
No matter how much suppression or bullying there is from the outside, this kind of situation always maintains a superficial friendliness.
If there are any sinister or disgusting things to say, you should talk about them after you get back.
So this minister of state, who often presents himself as a hawk in his own home and strongly advocates suppressing a certain country and curbing its development, actually says meaningless words such as "win-win cooperation", "impressive", and "magical country".
At this time, a CNN reporter's phone vibrated as he received a message.
Before it was his turn to ask a question, he glanced down, quickly covered his mouth, and made an "omg" sound.
After a while, when it was his turn to ask a question, he decisively abandoned the boring topic he had prepared earlier, stood up and asked loudly: "Mr. Carter, what are your thoughts on the first flight of China's fifth-generation fighter jet announced today?"
Carter was a little dazed for a moment. The reporter was clearly speaking English, so why couldn't he understand what he was saying?
In an instant, an intense, uncontrollable sense of panic filled his mind.
The smile on his face finally turned into panic and astonishment.
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Shencheng, 611 Research Institute.
Xuanniao is all over the country...
No, to show off your strength in front of the global audience.
It also performed two difficult maneuvers in the air to demonstrate its performance.
Of course, what the outside world is most concerned about now is no longer the performance indicators of traditional fighter jets.
Don't talk to me about lift, thrust, or engine tail.
Can someone tell me how they achieved that mirror-like finish?
Everyone, all countries, all intelligence agencies, all military institutions, are frantically searching for that unheard-of skinning technology.
Heated discussions are taking place around the world.
"What kind of stealth technology is this?"
"Did they fake it? Like use some movie prop?"
"Do you think they are Indian?! Even Transformers wouldn't dare to film like this!"
"Fifth-generation aircraft? Didn't the intelligence department say that the enemy was at least 20 fifth-generation aircraft away?! These idiots should be sentenced to at least 20 years in prison!"
"I think we need to re-discuss the issue of intelligence funding. Are we spending so much money just to raise a group of curly-haired baboons?"
"Son of the Beach! Our F-22 production line just shut down... and they announced their own fifth-generation fighter!"
"Convene an emergency meeting immediately!"
At the scene in Shenyang, the reporters could hardly suppress their smiles and reported with excitement throughout.
"We also invited the motherland's heroes to the scene..."
The camera swept across the first row, where veterans were saluting.
A muffled "boom!" sound came from the sky. The reporter grinned and shouted:
"Did you hear that, everyone? That was a sonic boom!"
When the mirror-colored behemoth returned to the earth, the audience gave even more enthusiastic applause.
Everyone stood up.
Applause was no longer enough to express their emotions.
There were cheers from the stands.
Some people shouted and some hugged each other warmly.
Zhou Hang kept wiping his tears. It was not the first time he had seen the "Xuanniao" flying in the sky, but he would cry every time.
The dream of a generation of aviation people ultimately made it difficult for him to control himself.
Those years and youth that were considered wasted received the best rewards.
On the tower, Chen Guorong and Yang Ru smiled at each other. They had worked together for ten years to make the birth of Xuanniao possible today.
And now...
Chen Guorong is about to retire, and Yang Ru's hair is already covered with white frost.
In the bustling crowd, Bai Xi skipped to the first row and found Lu San.
"Old Man Lu! What are your plans?"
Lu San smiled and said, "I don't know."
Fifty-year-old Xiao Li said, "Next is dinner, then we'll go back to the city to stay in a nursing home."
The veterans are all old, and Lu San is just an extremely special case. Not to mention the dormitory of the 611 Institute, the hotel is not suitable either. He still has to go to the sanatorium for veteran cadres.
Bai Xi pulled Lü San and whispered, "Old Man Lü, do you want to take a closer look at the Black Bird? How about I take you there after dinner to see it? Let you touch it?"
Lu San was stunned for a moment, then asked happily, "Really? Is it suitable?"
"I'll apply for it. I'm not afraid of you, an old comrade, leaking the secret, am I?"
Lu San laughed heartily: "Even if the coffin lid is tilted, I won't tell you!"
At this time, a staff member came to take a group photo with the veterans of the motherland.
Lu San grabbed the photographer and said, "Comrade, could you please take a photo of me and Bai Yatou, just the two of us?"
The photographer was slightly taken aback by the word "comrade," but quickly nodded and said, "No problem."
They are all internal photographers, so there is no need to worry about anything being leaked. At most, they will develop a separate photo for Lu San later.
Lu San and Bai Xi stood side by side and took a photo together.
At the end, Lu San remembered something.
He took out the medal of "First Class Merit in National Defense Science and Technology" from his pocket.
After stroking it for a while, he pinned it on Bai Xi's clothes with his own hands.
"I'm lending it to you for a day. It should be with you today, otherwise it wouldn't be a waste."
Bai Xi smiled and let Lu San put the medal on her.
The photographer nearby was about to leave, but when he saw this scene, he had an idea.
Captured this scene.
A man, very old.
One person, full of vigor.
But they all had smiles on their faces and stood straight.