Don't get lost when chasing books, collect them and read them at any time <Warhammer: Starting Planetary Governor, three hundred years of tax arrears>.
The car was parked at the pier, and Jensen saw the repaired USS Truxtun and USNS Supply through the car window.
The hull, the torn deck, and the deformed radar base that were originally crushed by the collision have all been repaired. The hull has been repainted with navy gray matte paint, and no trace of the impact can be seen at all.
"It's just appearances." Admiral Jensen sneered. He didn't believe from the bottom of his heart that this Chinese shipyard could repair two main ships Destroyer in 50 days, so he led the expert team to the ship.
"Check me inside and out! Don't miss a single detail!"
The expert team immediately took action, using non-destructive flaw detectors and pressure testers to inspect everything from the hull welding and deck structure to the cabin pipelines and radar base.
Jensen General followed behind with his hands behind his back, arms folded, waiting to find fault and take down the deceitful Chinese boss on the spot.
But half an hour later, the engineers in charge of testing came over one by one, their expressions getting weirder than the last, and reported one by one:
"General, the hull welding passed the non-destructive test, and the weld strength far exceeds the United States military standard requirements."
"General, the cabin pipeline layout is qualified and there is no leakage in the 1.5 times pressure test."
"General, the reinforcement of the radar base is qualified, and the impact resistance and deformation fully comply with military standards."
"General, the repair of the hull structure below the waterline has been completed, and the fatigue strength has reached the standard."
As the passing results came in one after another, General Jensen's face became darker and darker.
He did not believe in evil, so he pushed away the engineer in front of him, grabbed the flaw detector, and personally got into the cabin below the waterline.
The flashlight scanned the repaired ship's load-bearing structure, and he dug his fingers into the welding joints. They were tight and there was no looseness at all.
He has worked in the navy all his life, and has built three Arleigh Burke-class Destroyer ships in Newport News Shipyard. He knows the structure of the ship very well, and even if he can find faults, he can't find any faults.
"Fake! It must only be superficial!" Admiral Jensen emerged from the cabin, veins popped out on his forehead, his temper was completely raised, and he yelled at the dispatcher at the dock, "Start the main engine! Low-speed idle test run! I want to see if it can start!"
The tugboats at the dock were immediately in place to secure the hull.
The LM2500 Gas Turbine of USS Truxtun started slowly, and the engine made a steady and thick roar. The speed, oil pressure, and temperature parameters on the instrument panel jumped smoothly, fully complying with military standards, and even smoother than the running state before the collision.
It was quiet on the pier.
Jensen Admiral stood on the deck, listening to the steady sound of the engine, with a tightness in his chest and a sense of frustration that his strength was useless.
He brought the expert team and the gendarmerie to rush over in a mighty manner, intending to catch a typical example of fraud and to show Congress as a warning to Congress.
As a result, I checked it inside and out, and found nothing wrong with it.
In 50 days, the Arleigh Burke-class Destroyer, which really knocked two boats to the point of being scrapped, was restored to be as good as ever, even better than the original condition.
At this moment, his eyes swept across the construction workers coming and going on the pier, almost all of them yellow faces.
"Which country are they workers from?" General Jensen's voice suddenly turned cold.
The adjutant hurriedly ran down to inquire, and came back a few minutes later to reply, "Report to the general, they are all Chinese welders and technicians."
An indescribable unwillingness and anger instantly rushed over General Jensen's head.
He recalled the rise of the Japan shipbuilding industry, which took away half of the United States civilian ships.
Reminds me of South Korea shipyard's pursuit, gradually encroaching on the global shipbuilding market.
Now, the Chinese have actually built a world-class shipyard in the United States homeland and repaired the United States navy's main force Destroyer.
Jensen Can't accept the United States navy that dominates the world. Its main battleship is broken, and it has to rely on yellow people to repair it?
Are they worthy?!
Jensen stared at the yellow-skinned faces on the pier, his chest was congested, but he couldn't say a word.
When Admiral Jensen turned his head, his eyes were as cold as if he wanted to kill someone. He ordered the adjutant, "Notify the tugboat to tow the two ships back to Pearl Harbor for a comprehensive inspection!"
"I don't believe it. No problem can be found at all! Once any quality problems are found, judicial proceedings will be initiated immediately. The person in charge of this shipyard and those two CIA wastes will all be sent to a military court!"
As soon as these words came out, Cole and Miller, who were standing in the corner, wanted to die.
I just wanted to make some extra money, so why did I end up in a military court?
They knew in their hearts that they really had to drag the boat back for a closer inspection, let alone take credit. Once the story of them outsourcing the repair of the ship was revealed, they would be imprisoned and unable to escape.
The two looked at each other and rushed forward. Just as they were about to open their mouths to smooth things over, Girard, the chief engineer of the shipyard, walked over quickly.
"General!" Girard stepped forward quickly and solemnly saluted a standard naval salute, his tone full of excitement.
"I am Girard. When you supervised the construction of USS Gerald R. Ford, I was the chief engineer of the hull structure group. I have worked with you for three years at Newport News Shipyard!"
General Jensen was stunned for a moment, stared at his gray hair for two seconds, and instantly remembered this old acquaintance. "Girard? Why are you here?"
Speaking of this, Girard was full of emotion. "I was fired a few years ago, went bankrupt soon, and then lived on the street, where I almost died."
"Not long ago, the boss here found me and asked me to come and work here."
"The shipyard's core technology, construction drawings, and acceptance standards are all focused on by us old guys. They are all white engineers who came out of Newport News."
Jensen Admiral's face softened slightly.
It turns out that it is not all dependent on the Chinese, but the backbone of the project is these white engineers.
That's right.
At this moment, Cole and Miller, one on the left and one on the right, came to Jensen calmly.
Cole lowered his voice with a smile on his face, "General, calm down. We know you are worried about quality issues, but you also know Chief Engineer Girard. Can you still not trust his skills?"
Miller followed immediately and added, "General, as long as your final acceptance sign is passed, the shipyard is willing to spend 100 million U. S. dollars as your special public relations fund to promote the revitalization of United States's local manufacturing industry, which will be directly transferred to your designated fund account."
"In the future, we would also like to include DYB Shipyard in the Navy's designated maintenance and procurement list, and we also hope for your support."
"The long-term dividends here will only be greater than this time."
Jensen Admiral took a noticeable breath.
100 million U. S. dollars, even for an admiral, this is a huge amount of money that can change the rest of his life.
He is 60 years old this year and will retire in less than a year. The Navy's pension looks decent, but it cannot support his estate, yacht and family expenses after retirement.
But having this money is different. It is enough for him to live comfortably for the rest of his life, and can even leave a generous family trust to his descendants.
Not to mention the follow-up long-term ship repair orders, which have a steady flow of oil and water.
He frowned first, put on an expression of deep hatred, and spoke righteously, "You are corrupting United States soldiers! This behavior is shameful!"
Cole and Miller looked at each other, the smiles on their faces became steadier, and they didn't refuse directly, so it was done.
Immediately afterwards, Jensen changed the subject, still acting like a soldier. "But I am a soldier of the United States Navy. I only look at the results, not the process!"
"As long as the ship's various indicators meet the standards and can be re-entered to form combat capabilities, it is qualified."
Cole and Miller both laughed, knowing that it was done.
Jensen General coughed dryly, the anger on his face gradually disappeared, and his tone softened, but he still maintained the airs of a soldier:
"DYB Shipyard is a locally registered enterprise of United States, a United States enterprise with a well-established foundation."
"With this cooperation, I see an opportunity to make United States manufacturing great again."
Jensen has found a perfect set of words.
So what if the workers are yellow?
The company is in United States, the core technology is controlled by white engineers, and the money ends up in the United States people's pockets. Isn't this a victory?
God bless United States!
Cole and Miller breathed a sigh of relief instantly, with smiles on their faces. "General, don't worry, we will definitely handle all the follow-up matters properly, and there will never be any mistakes!"
Jensen General adjusted his military uniform and was about to turn around to announce that the acceptance was passed when the encrypted satellite phone of his personal adjutant rang.
The adjutant answered the phone and only listened to a few sentences. The color on his face instantly faded completely. He quickly rushed to General Jensen and leaned into his ear, with uncontrollable panic:
"General! West Pacific Ocean Urgent Maritime News! A 10,000-ton container ship Japan Kawasaki Kisen broke into two parts in an instant in West Pacific Ocean 8 sea conditions and sank on the spot. The Maritime Safety Administration has launched a comprehensive investigation!"
Jensen Admiral frowned, pushed the adjutant away, and growled, "A civilian cargo ship sank, what does it have to do with my navy?! Didn't you see that I was handling the acceptance work?!"
"General! This ship is made of HY-180 special marine steel produced by Mitsubishi Heavy Industries! It is the same batch and model of steel used by all Arleigh Burke-class Destroyer and Ticonderoga-class Cruiser we are currently in service!"
"What did you say?!" Admiral Jensen's face suddenly froze with pride.
The adjutant gritted his teeth and continued:
"The Maritime Safety Administration initially determined that the steel was brittle at low temperatures! The key is that this kind of steel can theoretically withstand wind and waves of level 12, but now it has broken into two pieces in sea conditions of level 8, which completely fails to meet the nominal performance parameters!"
Jensen instantly realized the seriousness of the problem.
Pacific Fleet Dozens of main battleships all use this model of Mitsubishi steel!
A civilian cargo ship of 10,000 tons can be broken into two pieces in level 8 sea conditions, but what about his warship?
If you were hit by a cannonball during a war, would it be broken into two pieces?!
"Go back! Go back immediately!" Admiral Jensen suddenly roared, no longer caring about the ship repair acceptance, the comprehensive disassembly inspection, or the public relations fee of 100 million US dollars.
"Notify the base to initiate an emergency inspection of the steel quality of the entire fleet! All warships using the same model of Mitsubishi steel will immediately suspend deployment at sea! Quick!"
He pushed away the people around him and headed straight to the helicopter pad.
The expert team and the gendarmerie behind them looked at each other in shock, were stunned for two seconds, and quickly followed with instruments in hand.
The pier, which had been tense just now, was instantly deserted.
Cole and Miller stood there, looking at each other in confusion.
It was a good deal one second ago, but the next second the general ran away like his buttocks were on fire?
In the office on the top floor of the shipyard, Fu Haoran looked out the window at the back of Black Hawk's helicopter flying away hastily, and took a sip of tea.
JARVIS's electronic voice sounded, "Sir, the latest maritime news is being pushed simultaneously. The Japan 10,000-ton container ship broke off and sank in the west Pacific Ocean. The steel involved was Mitsubishi Heavy Industries DH36 Marine Steel, which is the same model as the steel used by United States military Destroyer in service."
Fu Haoran raised his eyebrows. "Huh? Mitsubishi's steel is so expensive, so it can't be fake, right?"
Fu Haoran put down the tea cup, stretched out, and said with an indifferent expression, "Whatever, it's going to rain, my mother is going to get married, someone is going to be in bad luck, it has nothing to do with us."
"I just want to fix the boat and get the money."
The only ones looking sad now are the company's Accountant team.
In order to balance the revenue account of hundreds of millions of dollars and comply with regulations, their hair is almost bald.
But think about the high bonus, what's wrong with losing a few hairs? Can hair be worth gold?