The retinue of officers standing behind Bavino was still the first time they had seen it, and their attention was focused on the frogs and bluebirds that were quietly parked, their eyes fiery, forcing themselves to maintain their sanity and discipline, and to suppress their excitement and excitement.

"You complimented, General Bavino." Yang Wei smiled and said indifferently, answering in proficient standard English.

Frog, green dragon.

As Yang Wei's new works, these two fighters actually belong to new pots of old wine, and the difficulty of development is not high.

It took eight months from the confirmation and signing of the contract for the purchase order for military sales, to the completion of test flights and a series of work, and finally to the mass production stage.

It may seem like a long time, but it's actually extremely short.

There is no way, the aerodynamic shape of the two fighters is in the best state, basically no changes have been made, only to replace the avionics equipment and radar, solve the reliability and stability between the systems, and meet the relevant requirements, and the whole development work is very easy.

Of course, Yang Wei didn't fool around, although Qingjiao and Qinglong are export fighters, they must do a good job and reach the level of high-quality products.

The weakening of the overall performance is inevitable.

In terms of product quality, there is no such thing as weakening.

"Academician Yang, I have learned about your culture, you are 'humble', in my opinion, you are definitely the best aircraft designer in the world, and I would like to express my sincere thanks and respect to you on behalf of the Argentine Air Force."

Bavino looked at the two exquisite warhawks, turned around, bent slightly, and paid his deepest respect: "If the Frog and Jade Bird fighters perform well this time and meet the requirements of the expected tactical evaluation, we may continue to add more orders." ”

"Thank you, I believe that the frogs and bluebirds will succeed in protecting the blue sky of Argentina." Yang Wei smiled.

"Academician Yang, I wonder if we can visit the world's famous J-20 fighter production line?" Bavino looked at Yang Wei, a hint of hope emerged, and he once again put forward his original idea.

Visit the J-20 fighter production line!

This is not only the idea of Bavino, but of the entire Argentine Air Force.

J-20, the fourth-generation stealth fighter that has been officially put into service, its reputation has long been resounding throughout the world, except for the most critical engine, and the legendary fighter F-22 'Raptor' is at the same level, or even slightly surpassed.

If the brave and combative Argentine Air Force is equipped with the J-20, it will be a blessing for the nation and the country.

The Frog fighter, which costs $45 million per unit, is good, cost-effective, maneuverable, and equipped with an active phased array radar, but it is definitely not comparable to the J-20 fighter.

"I'm sorry, General Bavino, we can't meet this request, we have no plans to export J-20 fighters for nearly thirty years, of course, personally, I can send you a gift about J-20 to show our friendship."

Academician Yang Wei did not hesitate to refuse Bavino's request, like an elegant gentleman, with a smile on his face, and motioned to Cheng Fei, who was holding a delicate gift box next to him, to step forward, take the gift box, and hand it to Bavino.

Baveno was a little curious, took the gift box and glanced at Yang Wei: "About the gift of the J-20?" ”

Several Afghan officers standing around cast curious glances one after another.

"You can open it and take a look." Yang Wei smiled and stretched out his hand to signal.

Bavino nodded in understanding, held his breath, and looked forward to it slightly, opening the lid with his hand to reveal his true face inside.

A silver-white model of the J-20 made of metal, quietly placed in a gift box, delicate and highly realistic, exudes a silvery-white metallic luster like a jewel.

Model airplanes?

Looking at the metal model inside the gift box, Bavino's heart sank to the bottom, falling into silence, the last trace of disillusionment left in his mind, not knowing what to say.

This is not what he wants!

However, strictly speaking, this exquisite model aircraft is indeed related to the J-20, with fine workmanship and extremely realistic, and it is worth at least hundreds of dollars.

"Thank you very much for the gift, Academician Yang."

Holding the model airplane that he almost wanted to throw away directly, Bavino adjusted his emotions and heart, and a smile appeared on his old face, and he thanked Yang Wei and paid courtesy.

"No thanks."

Yang Wei smiled, faintly revealing a meaningful look.

Want to see the J-20 pulsating production line?

I'm sorry, I'll be back in thirty years.

Just kidding, even representatives of the Pakistani Railway Air Force forbade visits to the J-20 pulsation production line, let alone the second-level Argenti Air Force.

This is the highest secret on the surface, the internal level of secrecy, up to the first level of top secret!

At this time, Zhou Hai and Lin Jian, who were wearing anti-load uniforms, walked slowly, and under the gaze of some Albanian officers, they walked straight into the tarmac area and came to the side of the Qingjiao fighter that had been maintained.

Lin Jian's face was serious, he didn't care about the gazes of Bavino and other members of the Albanian Air Force next to him, straightened his back, and greeted Yang Wei: "Hello Academician Yang Wei, we are ordered to carry out the flight mission of the new aircraft modification and onboarding, please instruct." ”

"Hello Academician Yang Wei."

Zhou Hai, who was standing beside him, was the same, holding a tactical tablet and a bee-eye helmet in his hands, and straightened his back.

"Hello, Hai Dongqing, you are responsible for this kind of thing, I don't care." When Yang Wei heard this, he smiled unabated, and especially shouted out Lin Jian's code name and reminded.

He was only an aircraft designer, but he was not the military commander of the unit, and he had no authority to interfere in normal military training and combat missions.

Such seemingly inconsequential matters must not be confused.

"Zero, carry out the original mission."

Lin Jian didn't care, turned his head to look at Zhou Hai, and reminded.

"Yes!"

Zhou Hai replied, picked up the bee-eye helmet, and under the gaze of everyone, turned his head to meet the FC-20X 'Qingjiao' quietly parked in the No. 2 parking bay.

Bavino looked at Zhou Hai's back, his mind was full of Zhou Hai's appearance and dress, he had some doubts in his heart, his eyes turned to Yang Wei, and asked: "Academician Yang, is this young soldier a pilot?" What is he going to do? ”

Young!

Although this Chinese soldier wearing flying gear and military uniform looks like he has a unique temperament, Bavino can be sure that this soldier is definitely not more than twenty years old.

A military man who is not more than twenty years old, wearing flight gear, is he a pilot who can fly fighter jets?

"Yes, General Bavino, he is going to fly the frog and carry out the flight mission, and the flight instructor who is subordinate to you will be responsible for the future teaching mission."

When Yang Wei heard this question, he responded, revealing some confidential content: "In view of my country's military secrecy regulations, other contents cannot be disclosed." ”

"God, you're saying that this young man who doesn't look like he's twenty years old is actually our flight instructor?!" Bavino froze in place, his face stunned, his eyes widening.