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The night before departure, Li Jianguo's house exploded.
My wife Sun Xiaomei threw out the clothes in the closet one by one, and cursed each one.
"Leaving next week? Just told me today? Li Jianguo What do you mean!"
"Where's the passport? Have you ever applied for a passport? Where's the visa? Can you get the Amerikan visa in one week?"
Li Jianguo squatted on the ground to pick up clothes, folded them one by one, and packed them into the suitcase.
"Passport... the organizer said they would help with it, as well as visas."
Sun Xiaomei's movement stopped.
"Why is the organizer so awesome?"
Li Jianguo's Adam's apple rolled up and he didn't answer the call.
He couldn't say that this was arranged by a headhunter, let alone that it was an impromptu decision of his own.
"Academic exchange meeting." He repeated bravely, "I just want to take you to have fun."
"Have fun?" Sun Xiaomei threw a coat on the bed, "You don't know how much you earn in a month? Where do you get the money to play? Have you forgotten about your child's monthly exam next week?"
Li Jianguo opened his mouth but didn't say anything.
The headhunter said that all air tickets and hotels were included, but he was afraid that he would not believe it even if he said Sun Xiaomei.
The son Li Xiang leaned against the door frame, lowering his head and playing with the handheld device. The light from the screen reflected on his face, showing no reaction to the quarrel in the living room.
His wife Sun Xiaomei stood there, holding a coat in her hand, and stared at him for a long time.
His eyes changed from anger to confusion, and then from confusion to something Li Jianguo couldn't explain clearly.
She didn't ask any more questions and turned around to pack her luggage.
A week later, Capital Airport.
Li Jianguo A family of three dragged their suitcases to the check-in counter.
Sun Xiaomei is still muttering, "What kind of academic conference has to be held during the long holiday? I don't know which hotel to book, so you don't even ask."
Before he finished speaking, the staff took the passport and scanned it.
"Mr. Li, please come this way."
It's not an ordinary boarding gate, it's a VIP channel.
Sun Xiaomei stopped talking.
When boarding the plane, Li Jianguo was stunned for a moment.
Not economy class, not business class, because there are none of these!
All the seats of Boeing 787 were removed and replaced with large sofa chairs!
The distance is wide enough to straighten the legs.
A dark blue gift box with the DYB logo is placed on each seat.
Li Xiang found a seat by the window and sat down, opening the gift box.
Inside are Bose noise-canceling headphones, a box of Godiva chocolates, and a DYB metal badge.
He turned the earphones over, looked at them, and then over again.
"Dad." Li Xiang put on and took off the headphones, "This is more than two thousand."
Li Jianguo said nothing.
He looked around and found that the plane was full of familiar faces.
Chengfei's Old Zhang, engaged in avionics, sits in the third row.
Xifei's Old Wang, the engine guy, is sitting across the aisle.
Shenfei's Lao Zhao who is responsible for flight control, Lao Liu who is responsible for materials, and Chengfei's Lao Zhou who is responsible for landing gear... all are technical backbones in the aviation manufacturing field.
Old Zhang also saw him and was stunned for several seconds.
"Old Li?"
"Are you here too?"
"I still want to ask you."
The three people looked at each other.
Another person boarded the plane, and people kept recognizing him and saying hello one after another.
"Old Zhou? Are you poached too?"
"What do you mean? You are already here, can I come?"
"The annual salary is one million, is it true?"
"When the headhunter told me, I immediately hung up because I thought he was a liar."
"Me too! I answered the call the second time."
Some people gathered together and muttered, some flipped through the souvenir boxes, and some touched the leather of the massage seats in admiration.
Li Jianguo did a rough count, hundreds of people.
They are all technical backbones in the domestic aviation circle who have real abilities but are frustrated within the system.
After the plane took off, the stewardess came over with a dining cart, served steak with red wine, Haagen-Dazs after the meal, and served the entire meal in Chinese.
Li Xiang ate a mouthful of butter and put the handheld device on his lap, never touching it again.
Sun Xiaomei held the dark blue souvenir box with the DYB logo printed on it in his hand, turned it over and over and looked at it several times, and suddenly a sentence came out.
"The organizer who invited you... is so generous."
Li Jianguo clutched the souvenir in his hand and did not answer the call.
-...
The plane landed in the afternoon local time.
When we left the terminal, the bus was already waiting.
Not one, but eight, lined up in a row, with the DYB logo painted on the body.
The motorcade drove out of the airport in a mighty manner.
The car drove for almost 2 hours, and the window outside the window changed from the city to the suburbs, and from the suburbs to farmland.
After driving for another hour, the farmland turned into wasteland.
Someone started to murmur in the carriage.
"Isn't this place too remote?"
"You won't take us to some wilderness, will you?"
"Is this company reliable?"
Old Zhang came over and whispered, "Old Li, what do you think these people are doing? They charter planes, dismantle seats, and deliver headphones. The money is blowing like a strong wind, and now they are dragging us into the wasteland."
Li Jianguo did not answer.
He was also beating a drum in his heart.
The bus turned around a mountain col.
All the sounds in the car disappeared in an instant.
A huge industrial park appeared in view.
The silver-gray factory building stretches as far as the eye can see, and the glass curtain walls reflect the afternoon sun.
There are many tower cranes and pipes in the factory area, and the DYB logo on the roof is dazzling in the sun.
It's not an isolated island in the wasteland, it's a complete city.
Li Xiang pressed his face against the car window and murmured to himself, "This place... is too big."
There was a row of people in dark blue overalls standing at the door. The leader spoke standard Mandarin.
"Teachers, welcome to DYB North America Headquarters R&D Center, I will take you to check in first, please come this way."
After swiping the card to open the door, the Li Jianguo family came in and saw a minimalist style serviced apartment.
A large bed, private bathroom, and floor-to-ceiling windows facing the artificial lake in the center of the park.
The whole house has smart home, electric curtains, and a pot of pothos on the bedside table.
Sun Xiaomei walked in, reached out and touched the soft sheets, then opened the wardrobe and looked at the spacious storage space, and suddenly his nose felt sour.
She has lived with Li Jianguo for half her life and has never lived in such a nice house.
Li Xiang Opened the refrigerator and found it filled with drinks and fruits.
"Dad, do you want money for Coke?"
Li Jianguo ignored him.
After cleaning up briefly, the family went to the restaurant on the first floor.
There are more than a dozen stalls lined up in a row, completely in the style of a buffet restaurant. There are all kinds of flavors, including Sichuan cuisine, Cantonese cuisine, Northeastern cuisine, and Northwest pasta. Each stall has a sign and the chef is spooning behind the glass.
On one side are familiar domestic dishes: boiled fish, twice-cooked pork, pickled fish, large plate of chicken, mutton steamed buns...
On one side are common foreign dishes: fried steak, sashimi, king crab...
My son Li Xiang carried the plate and walked back and forth twice in front of more than a dozen stalls. When he came back, the plates were piled up like a hill.
While eating, my son suddenly said, "Dad, it would be great if you worked here."
The speaker has no intention, but the listener has intention. Li Jianguo already has an idea.
The next day, dozens of aviation engineers including Li Jianguo were taken away from the team alone.
They were taken to an empty factory.
In the factory, there is a production line hundreds of meters long.
Fuselage skin processing equipment, titanium alloy cutting tool machines, avionics assembly stations, final assembly wire racks...
Sharp-eyed Li Jianguo discovered that these devices are not new.
The paint on some surfaces has been worn off, and traces of anti-rust oil still remain on some guide rails, but they are all well maintained.
Li Jianguo squatted down and wiped the nameplate of the equipment with his hand.
Locke Sid Martin!
He stood up and walked forward.
Old Zhang is already squatting in front of another device, his voice is trembling.
"Old Li... this is the F-22 final assembly line."
Not a question.
Li Jianguo did not answer.
He has been involved in aviation for 20 years, and he can recognize it at a glance. This is not supporting equipment or a parts production line, but a complete assembly line for the F-22.
All processes from skin processing to avionics assembly to final assembly off the line.
He looked around, with only one question left in his mind - why is this thing here?
Someone squatted in front of the skin processing equipment and touched the anti-rust oil on the guide rails with his fingers.
Someone was standing next to the avionics station, staring at the sealed cable interfaces, his eyes straight.
Someone walked around the assembly frame several times, walking slower and slower.
The silence lasted for five full minutes.
No one spoke.
Because it was so shocking that I didn't know what to say.
Li Jianguo, who was working on the structure, was the first to speak. His voice was not loud, as if he was talking to himself.
"Three core puzzles."
He stood up and pointed to the workstation on the fuselage.
"First, the molding process of the titanium alloy integral wall panels of the fuselage. The F-22 wall panels are formed in one piece, and there is no matching processing equipment in China."
"Second, the formula and spraying process of the stealth coating are Locke Sid's core secrets. The formula is not made public, and the thickness and number of layers sprayed are not made public either."
"Third, the precision calibration of the final assembly frame cannot be controlled without the original factory drawings."
Old Zhang answered and his voice stabilized.
"The avionics system, the F-22's avionics architecture was designed in the 1990s and uses all custom chips."
"In addition, the source code is also in the hands of Locke Sid. There is no source code, no chip, and the flight control is just a decoration."
Old Wang also spoke.
"F119 Engine, the core machine is Pratt & Whitney, the maintenance process and assembly parameters are only mastered by the original factory engineers."
"Without them, it would be impossible to dismantle the core machine, let alone renovate it."
Questions come one after another.
Everyone listed all the problems they could think of.
The light at the end of the workshop came on.
A man in a black suit walked out of the shadows. He looked to be in his early thirties.
The man in a black suit walked to the middle of the production line and stopped.
"Everyone."
The sound is not loud, but the factory is spacious and every word is clear.
"My name is Fu Haoran."
"What you just said is exactly the same as the evaluation report submitted by Locke Sid Martin's original engineer when the production line was shut down."
The whole place was quiet.
Fu Haoran continued, "I spent 1.8 billion U. S. dollars to buy this production line, but they only gave me a bunch of equipment that had been dismantled into parts. They didn't even give me complete original assembly drawings, let alone engineers who could turn the line together."
"So I invited you here and I hope you can join my company."
Someone spoke up, it was the flight controller Old Zhao:
"Mr. Fu... we are all from state-owned enterprises, and we are replicating the production line of United States military active fighter jets. This matter..."
Unruly.
It may even be illegal.
Fu Haoran's eyes swept across everyone's face.
"I know what you are thinking. You feel that this is a production line for Amerikan people. It makes you feel uncomfortable helping a businessman to build Amerikan people's aircraft."
"But I want to tell you, I didn't buy this production line to do OEM work for Amerikan people."
"I want you to eat it all up."
His voice rose a little higher.
"From structure to avionics to engines to materials. Every screw, every line of code, every drawing, everything is understood."
"Then build our own plane."
He took a step forward.
"The F-22 is a fifth-generation aircraft. Only by thoroughly understanding it can you have the foundation for a fifth-generation aircraft."
"Only with a solid foundation can we build sixth-generation machines, or even seventh-generation machines."
"Everyone here has been involved in aviation for half of his life.
"I have read each of your files."
He looked at Li Jianguo.
"Gong Li, Shenfei Structural Design Office, won the National Science and Technology Progress Award for the aerodynamic optimization project he led."
"In the past twenty years, I have been promoted to deputy senior position three times and was demoted three times. Last year when I was evaluated for professional title, I lost my spot to someone ten years younger than you."
Li Jianguo's face stiffened.
Fu Haoran looked at Old Zhang.
"Gong Zhang, Chengfei avionics system."
"After working on it for fifteen years, I designed three flight control architectures, but in the end they were all signed by others."
"You were the actual person in charge of the avionics research project submitted by your unit last year. When the project was approved, the name of the person in charge was the son of your office director."
Old Zhang lowered his head.
Fu Haoran looked at Old Wang.
"Wang Gong, Xifei engine."
"The original designer of the core machine improvement plan. After the plan was adopted, your name disappeared from the list of designers and was replaced by the name of your director."
Old Wang's hands clenched tightly.
Fu Haoran Go on one by one.
Every name, every experience, every credit taken away, every job title suppressed.
All said and done.
The factory was quiet for a long time.
"I'm not investigating you because I don't trust you."
Fu Haoran's voice is very flat.
"It's because I know that you won't speak out about the grievances you suffered in your original unit."
No one spoke.
Li Jianguo stood there, his palms all sweaty.
He recalled that when he first joined Shenfei twenty years ago, he believed that as long as he had good skills, he could always get ahead.
Twenty years have passed, and the technology has become hard, but the technology has not yet emerged.
I remember my boss saying on the phone, "Do you have what it takes?"
The voice of Fu Haoran sounded again.
"The terms I give you are that your annual salary should be no less than 800,000 US dollars, with no upper limit."
"In a single-family apartment, children's tuition from elementary school to university is free of charge. Jobs for family members are arranged by the company. Paid return to China to visit relatives twice a year, first-class travel throughout, all expenses covered by the company."
"There is no professional title review or seniority ranking here."
"Whoever can solve the problem will join."
Fu Haoran paused for a moment.
"But I'm not asking you here just for the money."
"Who doesn't have a dream to work in aviation?"
"Who doesn't want to build an airplane of his own? Who doesn't want to leave his name in the history of world aviation?"
His voice was not high, but every word was pronounced clearly.
"Amerikan people can build fifth-generation machines, and so can we."
"The F-22 is just the starting point. Next, we will build our own fifth-generation aircraft, sixth-generation aircraft, and even seventh-generation aircraft."
"We're going to build a plane of our own."
The factory was so quiet that I could hear my own heartbeat.
Li Jianguo raised his head.
"Mr. Fu."
Fu Haoran looked at him.
"I'll stay."
These three words were echoed in the empty factory building.
Old Zhang raised his head, looked at Li Jianguo, and then at Fu Haoran.
"I'll stay too."
Old Wang loosened his clenched fists and wiped the sweat from his palms on his pants.
"Count me in."