Of course, that was not how the accounts were calculated. After all, the production lines themselves were still valuable; it was simply not easy for military-industrial enterprises to recoup their investment in a short time.
This day had been specially chosen. The place itself was a military zone, and ordinary people had no way of photographing this airfield. It was different from when the J20 had undergone its test flights.
Then there was today's weather. Thick clouds blanketed the sky, and under such conditions, both optical systems and Synthetic Aperture Radar would be almost useless.
Although Synthetic Aperture Radar could sometimes remain unaffected by the weather, it was impossible for it to be completely unaffected.
In weather like this, even if Synthetic Aperture Radar captured anything, it probably would not be able to make out what kind of fighter jet it was.
Optical satellites could penetrate a certain amount of cloud cover, but they absolutely could not penetrate clouds this thick.
The hangar doors slowly opened, and a tow vehicle drove straight inside. Jiang Yan Hai saw Colonel Huang Yao, a national special-grade pilot and special-grade test pilot.
After the two saluted and shook hands, Huang Yao smiled and said, "Sea Eagle, I'd heard of you long ago. You're an Ace Pilot, but I never knew you were also a fighter jet designer."
"Couldn't be helped. If I wanted to fly a better fighter jet and there wasn't one, I could only design one myself." Jiang Yan Hai cracked a joke. "I'm counting on you today."
"Don't worry." Huang Yao drew a deep breath. He looked up at the Phantom Fighter Jet beside him before speaking again. "I can tell this is a big one."
Huang Yao had also completed the J20's first test flight. Now that the Phantom Fighter