Lin Sanqi was a little puzzled. In this era, why did they still need old planes?
"Why do they want the J-7? We have so many advanced fighter jets. Even the J-10 is already the best, right? Why don't we buy more powerful third- and fourth-generation fighters?"
Commander Hu chuckled and said, "They have to have money to buy it."
Compared to the African black uncles, the reputation of Dandong’s neighbors is not much better, or even worse.
If you send it by plane and expect to receive payment, that's a pipe dream. Their logic is that if you earned it through hard work, why should you pay for it?
We have suffered so many losses that we will no longer be fooled.
Oh, by the way, when trading with this country, it is almost always barter, and you can’t receive cash. We have made some poor friends.
In order to welcome the big boss Lin Sanqi, the J-7 aircraft also conducted live-fire drills.
The J-7 suddenly launched a missile in the air, and soon there was a explosion on the ground, accurately hitting a target several kilometers away.
Lin Sanqi was holding a telescope in his hand and was very excited.
Men all like this kind of war scenes, which you will never see in normal times.
"Hey, this is great, this is great, the hit rate is very high. With this powerful weapon, which country dares to provoke China? Haha."
The officers present all curled their lips and were very disdainful when they heard this, thinking, who would be afraid of such a backward fighter?
Only Lin Sanqi knew that the China he was talking about was not the China of 2015, but the China of 1962.
After 20 minutes of performance, the J-7 fighter jet landed on the runway.
As the buyer's representative, Lin Sanqi, accompanied by a group of people in green military uniforms, got close to the fighter jet for a visit and even climbed into the cockpit of the fighter jet to experience it for himself.
Finally, he looked at the pilot who was accompanying him and asked:
"Comrade, how much fuel does this plane consume per 100 kilometers?"
Hahahaha, everyone at the scene burst into laughter.
The pilot wanted to laugh but didn't dare to, so he answered seriously:
"Mr. Lin, without exceeding the speed of sound, the J-7 consumes approximately 1.3 tons of fuel per hour."
Lin Sanqi smacked his lips and thought to himself that it was quite difficult. With the level of oil refining in the 1960s, it would be a huge problem to supply hundreds of aircraft.
"By the way, Comrade Major, I'd like to ask, if a pilot can fly the J-6 or the former Soviet Union's MiG-19, can he immediately start flying the J-7 after getting it?"
The pilot thought for a moment and said:
"I think it should be possible, because the J-6 and J-7 are of the same lineage, and their design concepts are derived from the MiG system fighter. So apart from some differences in components and engines, the operational differences are not that big."
This is actually easy to understand. Just like a smartphone, the so-called upgraded version actually has more advanced configurations, but the operating system is still similar, and there are only a few operating keyboards.
When Lin Sanqi heard this, the stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.
He was afraid that if he brought the fighter jets to the 1960s, the pilots there would not know how to fly and would need to study the flight manual bit by bit, which would be a big problem.
Now, if the J-6 fighter can fly, the J-7 can fly, and there will be no problem.
The J-6 is an air superiority fighter aircraft copied and developed by my country based on the former Soviet Union's MiG-19. Its development began in early 1958 and it went into mass production in 1960.
Therefore, in the 10 years between the founding of the People's Republic of China and 1962, a considerable number of pilots were secretly trained for this aircraft.
Finally, Lin Sanqi looked at the aircraft's livery and said to Huang Jinpeng beside him:
"Mr. Huang, for the safety of the aircraft, can you please remove all the paint from the fuselage?
The number on the fighter is fine, but the "August 1st" military emblem on the wing is more conspicuous.
There is absolutely no way to explain why such a second-hand aircraft is put out there. Even if you spray a bald eagle on it, it would be better than the "August 1st" military emblem.
Huang Jinpeng said with a smile:
"Okay, that's no problem. We understand. Without the military emblem or the national emblem, we would deny it even if someone photographed us. You're doing the right thing. It's a form of protection for both the country and your Lingnan Hall."
Lin Sanqi liked this kind of "imagination" the most, so he nodded in agreement, and then began to visit the J-7 fighter jet with great interest.
On the other side, Commander Hu pulled Huang Jinpeng aside and asked:
"Old Huang, this southern boss really wants to buy all of our J-7s? He's not going to keep any of our division's 60 J-7s?"
Huang Jinpeng glanced at Lin Sanqi who was not far away and said softly:
"You're stupid for not keeping any of them. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If you miss this opportunity, you'll never get it again. Who would be so stupid as to want a J-7? And they're buying them for $10 million each."
Commander Hu coughed lightly and lowered his voice:
"People say southerners are good at business, but I don't think so. If you buy a broken plane like this, it will only be able to fly up into the sky to scare people, but it has no combat capability at all.
If the two countries really went to war, every strike would be a sure win, so losing a few planes wouldn't matter. But in a poor place like Africa, it would be a disaster to waste the pilots we have worked so hard to train."
Hu Jinpeng looked down on this old friend and said:
"You're worrying too much. How could a Southerner do a business that would lose money? If they're willing to buy, they can sell. No one would do a business that would lose money, but if they were profitable, they wouldn't be afraid of being beheaded.
But this time, you got a bargain! 60 J-7s that were gathering dust in the warehouse were sold for 4 billion yuan. The higher-ups are planning to replace them with more advanced aircraft, all thanks to Chairman Lin.
When Commander Hu heard this, he was delighted:
"Hehe, yes, such a fool... Oh no, if there were a few more God of Wealth like this, not only our Air Force, but all the military regions and troops across the country, from top to bottom, could all be equipped with new equipment."
Hu Jinpeng wanted to help Lin Sanqi, so he advised:
"When you deliver the J-7s, it's best to take out all the maintenance shops and spare parts in stock. We've already ripped off Lingnan Hall on price, so don't try to rip us off elsewhere."
Hu Jinpeng's face turned red after he said this.
Back then, the cost of a new J-7 aircraft was only 5 million US dollars, but this old guy that had been in service for more than 20 years was sold for 10 million US dollars. This was really a bit of a steal.
The situation was so bad that the military was too embarrassed to bother Lingnan Hall in other places, and they were even ready to give away the spare parts they had in stock for free.
At this time, Lin Sanqi slowly came down the escalator, dusted off his hands and asked:
"Mr. Huang, when will the first batch of aircraft be delivered to Madagascar?"
"Oh, we're applying now. It's coming up fast. We've got the green light from everyone involved. In about two weeks, the first batch of 14 Xian MA aircraft will be able to fly over."
The plane will carry a disassembled J-7 fighter jet, which will be reassembled in Africa. As for the remaining fighter jets, we plan to deliver them in batches within six months."
Lin Sanqi looked at the Pudushengsheng machine in front of him and nodded:
"Okay, let's stick to the agreement. We'll pay you the amount of planes you send, and we'll take delivery of the planes on demand. We'll be honest and honest."
Huang Jinpeng stretched out his hand and shook it firmly with Lin Sanqi:
"It's a pleasure working with you. If you need any aircraft in the future, please come to Xi'an Aircraft Industry Group. Our domestically produced C919 aircraft will be taking to the skies soon. Mr. Lin, please give us your full support when the time comes."
Lin Sanqi's eyes suddenly lit up, and he thought that this would work.
The C919 is different from Boeing and Airbus. If we build a few of them and take them to another time and space, they can not only be used for domestic commercial purposes, but can also be disassembled and studied to promote the development of the country's aerospace industry.
"Okay, okay. I'll definitely come and show my support the day our domestically-produced large aircraft rolls off the production line."
Half a month later.
The first batch of six Xian MA aircraft arrived at Antsinalara Airport in the northern city of Madagascar.
It is called an airport, but in fact it only has a 2,000-meter-long simple runway. There is no terminal building. Instead, there are a few wooden bungalows, which are not as good as public toilets in China.
The famous Foshan Airport is simply luxurious compared to Antinarayana Airport.
There is no way. There are no civil aviation flights taking off and landing at Antinarala Airport. It was once used as a military airport. Later, the Madagascar Civil War destroyed all the planes and the airport was abandoned.
Lingnan Hall used its financial power to rent the airport and repair the runway.
At the same time, several huge aircraft warehouses were built next to the airport.
Africa is a place with nothing good. The only two good things are that it has a large area and abundant land resources. Plus, there is no planning bureau, so you can build infrastructure however you want.
The second is the abundance of wild animals. For Dongguan people like Lin Sanqi who "love wild game", it is simply a paradise.
Lin Sanqi and his cousin Lin Bei had been waiting at the airport early. After the six Xianfeng planes landed, they were very excited to greet them.
Yan Guixiang, the general manager of Xi'an Aircraft Industry Group, personally flew in to accompany him. After getting off the plane, he looked at the airport, which looked like a wasteland, and couldn't help but sigh: (End of this chapter)
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