Siheyuan, don't yell at me

The old Russian's eyes suddenly lit up, a blush appeared on his originally pale face, and his breathing became rapid.

He stared at He Daqing closely and asked in a trembling voice:

"really?

Are you telling the truth?

Is technology really that valuable? "

He Daqing grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, and said:

"Old man, why would I lie to you?

This doesn't do me any good.

As you know, most of the Chinese people who are able to study abroad have connections in their families.

My father is a senior official at the ministerial level. Generally speaking, as long as the matter is not particularly confidential, I will hear about it.

What we in China respect most are all kinds of senior intellectuals, especially those experts in industry and military.

After you Soviet experts came to China, you were treated like local emperors and enjoyed endless preferential treatment.

Enjoy free vodka and delicious tropical fruits every day!

As for cigarettes, cigars, chocolate, coffee, tea and other items, they are in unlimited supply...

Not only that, China will also give experts rubles, at least 2,000 yuan per month.

If there is a major technological breakthrough, the reward will be even more generous, starting at a minimum of 10,000 rubles..."

He Daqing could lie fluently without blushing or getting nervous, as if it was as normal as eating or drinking.

As for whether the Soviet experts in China are treated so well, it doesn’t matter to him at all!

Anyway, as long as we can trick this old Russian back, that’s all!

If we really trick this old Russian into returning to his country, then he won’t have any control over the situation then!

However, He Daqing's current goal is relatively simple. At the very least, he has to trick some technical information back from this old Russian, so that he can give an explanation to the delegation.

Of course, it would be perfect if we could get all the design drawings and technical data of the jet fighter!

At this time, the Russian began to look around, as if observing the surrounding environment.

Then he walked to a corner, took out a document from his briefcase and handed it to He Daqing.

"Comrade, take a look at how much this blueprint is worth.

This is an improved version of the Yak-25 fighter, the Yak-28, a two-seat, twin-engine subsonic interceptor..."

He Daqing took the drawing with trembling hands, staring at the precious drawing in front of him with sharp eyes, carefully examining every detail.

Yak-28, he thought to himself, he knew something about this aircraft.

After all, it was later renamed Tu-128 and became a member of the Soviet Air Force.

Tu-128 is a heavy long-range interceptor with a huge size, making it the largest fighter jet in service in the world.

Although this drawing was not a design drawing for the MiG fighter series, He Daqing was still filled with joy.

He knew very well that the Yak-28 played an important role in the aviation field at that time, and it was a rare opportunity to witness such a precious drawing with his own eyes.

From the data on the drawings, He Daqing clearly saw the performance parameters of the Yak-28.

The picture presented by these numbers is undoubtedly amazing in this era.

Whether in terms of flight speed, ceiling altitude or bomb load, the Yak-28 has demonstrated its strength as a top-level fighter.

However, He Daqing deliberately pretended to be embarrassed.

He frowned, a hint of hesitation on his face:

"Old man, you should know that I am not an expert in aircraft manufacturing, so I cannot understand the mysteries in these drawings.

But out of respect for you personally and for this technology, I am willing to buy these drawings for a thousand rubles.

You have to know that these drawings are not a complete aircraft manufacturing system. I bought them just to appreciate them as a novelty..."

Hearing He Daqing's words, the old Russian's face suddenly brightened up, with excitement flashing in his eyes.

Obviously, he was very satisfied with the price offered by He Daqing.

You know, he only made some slight modifications to this drawing, which took less than half a day.

It’s a great deal to exchange one thousand rubles for half a day.

Although he thought so in his heart, the Russian said something else.

“Chinese people, technology is priceless.

This is the design of the Soviet Union's top fighter jet, the culmination of human heavy industry. It is no exaggeration to say that it is a miracle..."

The Russians praised the design drawings of the Yak-28 aircraft to the skies, and their Russian tongues trembled in pronunciation.

Then the Russians changed their attitude.

"I think the price of 1,500 rubles is more appropriate."

He Daqing shook his head.

“Old sir, I do not deny his value.

But it is not of much use to me, I will give you 1,200 rubles at most, no more!"

The old man waved his hand and immediately shouted:

"it is good!

make a deal!

I like straightforward buyers like you!"

As he spoke, he quickly handed the drawings in his hand to He Daqing and expressed his hope that the transaction could be completed as soon as possible.

He Daqing took the blueprint with a smile, then quickly took out 1,200 rubles from his pocket and handed them to the Russian.

The two smiled at each other, feeling very satisfied.

The old man grinned and laughed:

"Little comrade, if you need any information about any aircraft, you can always come to me!

As long as the price is right, I can help you get it!

Isn’t there a saying that science has no borders?

What’s more, we are all socialist countries and we are all one family.”

"Ha ha!

The old gentleman is absolutely right. He is indeed a great scientist!

Give me an address and I will visit you in a few days.

As long as there are aircraft blueprints and technical data, the ruble is not a problem...

By the way, especially for aircraft engine technology, I am willing to pay a lot of rupees..."

The old Russian was delighted when he heard this. He quickly took out a pen and paper from his briefcase and wrote down his address.

“Comrade, I will collect the drawings and materials when I return, and you can come to me anytime.

If I am not at home, you tell my wife that you are my apprentice, and she will tell you, and she will help you find my..."

At the residence of the Chinese delegation, members of the delegation gathered in a conference room, and everyone looked grim.

He Daqing, a formal member of the delegation, disappeared for no apparent reason.

It's a mess, with all kinds of speculations, but generally people still think it was the Soviets who did it.

After all, He Daqing offended a high-ranking Russian official at the train station.

Just when everyone wanted to ask the Russians for an explanation, He Daqing swaggered into the meeting room with a briefcase.