Siheyuan: Heavy Industry Revitalizes the Country

"Hey! Xiao Fangzi!"

Just when Fang was about to lie on the prototype to check it, he was suddenly slapped on the butt.

"You...

You are so old, but you are still so frivolous... "

Fang Xiang, who was working intently, was startled and almost jumped off the ladder. He turned his head angrily and saw that the person who appeared in front of him was Wang Jinyang.

Wang Jinyang, whose hair had begun to turn gray and who wore a pair of glasses, was grinning at him.

"How can you talk like that? Is this the respect you should have for your senior brother?"

Wang Jinyang didn't care that there were hundreds of people in the hangar and spoke calmly.

"Come on, is this how you should treat your junior brother?"

Fang Xiang clapped his hands, took off his rubber gloves, and climbed down the ladder.

He didn't care that a group of graduate students around him were covering their mouths and laughing, and he hit Wang Jinyang on the shoulder.

"Easy, you.

I am already old, I can’t stand your torture.”

Wang Jinyang swayed, steadied himself, immediately supported his shoulder with his right hand and frowned.

"Why have you lost so much weight recently?"

When I punched you just now, I didn't feel much flesh, it was just bones.

Fang Xiang then realized that Wang Jinyang was obviously much thinner than when he met him two years ago.

"Don't mention it, diabetes is a must-eat.

If you follow this diet, you will lose weight.

I said you are very efficient. I was still having a headache because of the J-10II model, and you came up with a new model without any fuss."

Wang Jinyang rubbed his shoulders and looked up at the JF-17 prototype that had been painted gray.

"diabetes?

Is it hereditary in the family?"

Fang wanted to walk closer and saw that his eyeballs had obviously become much yellower. Wang Jinyang, who never wore glasses before, actually wore a pair of glasses. He felt a little worried.

There is no way to cure this disease, especially with current medical technology, it is good enough if we can maintain it.

“Both.

In the past, because of poor living conditions, poor diet, and young age, I didn’t have any symptoms.

I have been eating well these years, but I am suffering from affluence diseases.”

Wang Jinyang, however, looked nonchalant. He climbed up the ladder, sat in the cabin, and looked around.

Only then did Fang Xiang realize that Wang Jinyang had obviously lost a lot of weight. His originally plump cheeks now had a visible jawline.

He turned around and looked at the group of people who were obviously graduate students who came with Wang Jinyang, and he didn't recognize any of them.

So I simply found a stool to sit down, took out a cigarette and lit it, and took a break.

“Why does it feel like there is no difference between it and the J-11?

The only difference is the model, and it’s a little smaller, but everything else is exactly the same?”

Soon, Wang Jinyang climbed out of the cockpit, walked around the fuselage twice, and aimed again and again at the inside of the open cover.

After he had seen enough, he returned to Fang Xiang, who had already finished smoking.

"It's the same thing, just a different body.

But the cost has come down a lot.”

Fang Xiang pulled over a bench, pushed it in front of Wang Jinyang, and took out a cigarette and handed it to him.

"Go and have a look."

Wang Jinyang pulled over a stool, sat down, and greeted the group of people who were obviously graduate students.

As soon as he finished speaking, the students who were standing aside, their eyes shining, immediately rushed forward.

"You can take a look, but don't touch anything!"

Seeing that group of graduate students were acting like they were going to a zoo to see monkeys, Wang Jinyang shouted again.

After shouting, he came in front of Fang Xiang, looked at the match that Fang Xiang lit, and took a deep puff of the cigarette.

"Why, bringing students for a visit?"

At this time, Secretary Xiao Li brought over two cups of freshly brewed hot tea. Fang Xiang handed one cup to Wang Jinyang and asked a question.

“That’s not the case.

It is now a time when the Northeast is freezing cold, and the workshop is no exception.

If you pour a cup of water on it, it will freeze into ice before it hits the ground, and will make a sound when it hits the ground.

I didn't know you were going to test-fly, so I came over to join in the fun."

Wang Jinyang had a cigarette in his mouth and was holding a teacup in his hands to warm them.

It is the coldest time of the year now, and even Chengdu is not that warm.

"I said, weren't you good before?

How did you suddenly develop diabetes?

Fang Xiang looked at the group of graduate students who were gathered around the prototype and were curious about it, but he was a little worried about Wang Jinyang's health.

Come to think of it, he is only in his fifties. The last time he came, he said he wanted to work on J-12 with me. How come he seems like a different person after only two years of not seeing him?

“No way, I’m greedy.

The doctor said that my physical condition was not good to begin with, and my wife always liked to give me honey water to drink, and I was not good enough to like it.

I didn’t take it seriously at first, but last year, I don’t know what happened, my eyesight became increasingly blurry, so I had to see a doctor.

At first I thought it was due to overwork that caused the dizziness.

Who knew that the doctor only confirmed diabetes after doing a blood test.

Later, he specially made a diet for me, telling me what I could not eat and what I could not eat.

He also forces me to run and exercise every day, so it's hard not to lose weight.

How about me, do you think I am much more handsome after losing weight? "

Wang Jinyang blew out a smoke ring, then threw the empty cigarette on the ground and stomped it out.

But his expression of indifference made it seem that he didn't think of himself as a patient.

"You are already over fifty. If you don't take care of your health, in the future...

Think about Professor Li. When he was in his seventies, he was still fighting on the front line.

If you don't take good care of your health, you won't end up lying in the hospital before you reach retirement age..."

Fang Xiang took a sip of hot tea.

For this senior brother, although not as close as Cao Tianwei and Qin Jun, his relationship is much better than that of others.

What's more, Wang Jinyang, like him, is engaged in the aviation industry. One is in charge of the J-132 of Factory 11 in the south, and the other is in charge of the J-112 of Factory 10 in the north.

Many people now say that they are the partners of the King of the South and the King of the North.

If he has a health problem, then there might not be anyone who can take over the J-112 of Factory 10 in a short period of time.

"Oh, what a big deal.

When I get old, you should call me and say, come on, let's do something big together.

I will get up right now and tell you to go!"

Wang Jinyang was still smiling and joking.

"Remember that J-12?"

Fang Xiang shook his head helplessly and smiled.

But when my thoughts changed, I remembered what Wang Jinyang said back then.

"How can I not think about it?

What, you have an idea?"

Wang Jinyang was so smart that he immediately understood Fang Xiang’s subtext.

"About the stealth coating, have you tried it on the J-10?"

Fang Xiang looked around and found that the nearest person was about five meters away, but he still lowered his voice.

"Look at what you're saying, why haven't you done it?

Unfortunately, the stealth effect provided by the paint is limited due to the fuselage design.

you mean?"

Wang Jinyang also leaned his head forward and said this, his eyes behind his glasses flashing with a strange light.

“Well, I have an idea to design a model specifically for stealth.

But the higher-ups don’t think it’s necessary for now.”

Fang Xiang nodded. In fact, he felt the same way.

If for no other reason, they haven’t even figured out how to use the J-11 yet. If they were asked to design a fifth-generation aircraft for the new century, the Air Force would probably be even more confused about it.

But this is what Wang Jinyang desires most.

After all, the J-10 was also designed by Fang Xiang. Wang Jinyang has been working hard all his life. Isn't it just to have a model designed by himself?