The No. 1 guest house is not far from the factory. It only takes ten minutes to walk out of the east gate.
As a place dedicated to receiving Soviet experts who came to China, Guest House No. 1 has the same strong Soviet style as Building No. 9. It has a beige exterior wall and a Gothic spire that looks very impressive.
As for the workmanship and materials used, there is nothing to say, they are all the best of the year.
The lobby on the first floor where you enter is all smooth and shiny terrazzo floor, as delicate as marble. The wide staircase has dark red wooden handrails that are polished to a shine. The upper floor is made of wooden floorboards. Although the paint is peeling off, the long boards are very strong and give people a different kind of heaviness.
Zhuang Jianye felt as if he was in another world, as if he were back in the late 1950s. At the dance party in the lobby, the girl wearing Bragi and the Soviet experts danced waltz together, and the crystal chandeliers emitted gorgeous colored light. The young man playing the accordion had the regiment emblem on his chest and his eyes were chasing the girl he loved. The sound of the accordion filled the entire guest house with a romantic atmosphere.
However, the next moment, this feeling was completely washed away by the cadres who were on business trips in and out of the brothers' factories, as well as the military representatives of the Air Force and Navy. Zhuang Jianye was stunned and couldn't help but smile bitterly. He really didn't expect that there would be such a big deal. The stylish guest house has a petty bourgeois tone even for a straight man like myself, which shows that the prosperity back then was anything but ordinary.
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He sighed with emotion, the rooms had been divided over there, there were eight of them, two people per room, a total of four rooms, he and Shi Jun didn't know whether it was fate or intentional, but they were assigned together.
When passing by Building 9, Zhuang Jianye had already taken his luggage back. Of course, this process would inevitably arouse criticism from others, so Zhuang Jianye pretended not to have heard and followed him all the way carrying his luggage.
At this time, I entered the room, put my luggage on the bed, stretched out, and happened to catch a glimpse of a sketch on the bed opposite, and let out a light sigh: "F-15!"
If it were an ordinary sketch, Zhuang Jianye wouldn't be like this. Let alone the sketches of F-15 and F-16, he had even touched the real machine in his previous life. However, the one in front of him was different. It was not a work of art, but something similar. There was nothing I could do about the completed drawing of the engineering design. The description above was really too detailed. Even the connecting devices on the ailerons were drawn accurately. This couldn't help but surprise Zhuang Jianye.
" Equally surprised was Shi Jun, who was sorting things out. You must know that at this time, there were not many introductions to Western fighter aircraft in China, so his F-15 sketch was mistaken by many people for the Soviet MiG-25.
There are really only a few Zhuang Jianye can recognize at a glance, but despite this, Shi Jun does not put down what he is doing. Just because there are few does not mean there is none. It is not surprising that Zhuang Jianye can see it, so Shi Jun is just sorting out While reading, I casually asked: "Do you recognize it?"
Zhuang Jianye thought that if he still couldn't recognize it, he should find a piece of tofu and kill him. He nodded and said firmly: "Of course."
As he spoke, he frowned again, looked at the sketch again, and asked Shi Jun with some confusion: "I just don't know why your F-15 looks a bit like a MiG-25?"
As soon as these words came out, Shi Jun's hand that was sorting out the book shook unnaturally. It was true that he was a top student at Xi'an Airlines, but he had no way to get in touch with models of advanced Western fighter aircraft. He could only rely on blurry black and white pictures and refer to models with similar aerodynamic shapes. When I paint the MiG-25, it is inevitably somewhat similar to the MiG-25.
But the next moment Shi Jun smiled casually. If he didn't know about F-15, he couldn't let others know. It didn't make sense, so he put the book on the bookshelf on the table and continued to ask:
"Do you know the characteristics of the F-15?"
¡°I can¡¯t say that I know it, I can only say that I have a little understanding!¡±
Zhuang Jianye smiled and had a humble attitude. He could see that Shi Jun was a very proud person. It was impossible to recognize the model of a machine or anything like that, so there was no talk of a change in attitude. However, he still pointed at the picture. Wing position: "Here, there should be a transitional side wing. Although the Americans made it a bit rough, it has greatly improved the maneuverability of the F-15. At least it is better than the one on the MiG-25 wing. Wing Knife is much better."
If Shi Jun was surprised when Zhuang Jianye recognized that the picture was an F-15, then what he said next surprised him. He studied aircraft structure and knew very well how the aerodynamic shapes of various types of fighters affect their maneuverability. Impact.
Because of this, when he finished the drawing of the F-15 fighter, he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't find it. There was no way. The original drawing of the F-15 in the library was too blurry due to printing reasons, so he simply relied on a few lines. The text simply describes the complex aerodynamic structure, so it can only be left alone.
Now that Zhuang Jianye said this, Shi Jun suddenly understood. The key to the reason why the F-15 can crush the MiG-25 with its aerodynamic appearance in the turning radius is??should be on this side wing.
But that's it. After all, F-15 is rare, but it's not impossible to see. He couldn't see a clear picture, which didn't mean that others couldn't see it. So Shi Jun was surprised and was also surprised by Zhuang Jianye's knowledge. As for his knowledge and ability, he didn't I don¡¯t think Zhuang Jianye can be any better.
However, he still stopped what he was doing, took out a pen and paper from the small desk on the side and handed it to Zhuang Jianye: "What is it like? Can you help me draw a sketch."
For those who study aviation, reading and making pictures is a basic skill. Zhuang Jianye naturally didn't have to worry about it. He took the paper and pen and leaned on the table to sketch. A pair of small, but round-edged wing structures appeared on the paper, and then handed it back to him. Shi Jun: "That's pretty much it. No matter how precise it is, I can't help it. After all, I don't know the specific parameters."
¡°That¡¯s it, thank you!¡±
Looking at the sketch of the side strips and wings on the paper, Shi Jun nodded suddenly, then simply thanked him and continued to organize his things.
Seeing this, Zhuang Jianye just smiled. Just because he wanted the intellectual who was proud of his heart to bow to him was really treating intellectuals like cabbages, so he stopped talking and started to sort out his things.
At this moment, Shi Jun suddenly asked: "You seem to have in-depth research on the foreign aviation industry?"
"It's okay." Zhuang Jianye answered very cautiously, because he didn't know what Shi Jun meant.
Shi Jun ignored Zhuang Jianye, but flipped through the organized books, then took out a sketch and handed it to Zhuang Jianye: "Look at this."
Zhuang Jianye took it, glanced at it twice and replied: "The French Mirage F-1 is very good and well done. What's wrong?"
"What do you think of its thinking?" This time Shi Jun was no longer reserved and asked a profound question.
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