Chapter 302: Phantom 4000?
The sexy and pretty secretary stopped the car, Rick walked down and saw these South African technicians looking at him like a lover. His eyes showed an impatient look, as if he was about to push himself down at the next moment.
No, it’s not me who sees me, it’s these trucks! Rick realized that these guys are all technical crazy.
"Mr. Rick, I'm so grateful this time," said Smith. "You've shipped us the most important thing!"
"Well, this modification can only be done by you and Israeli technicians. The French cannot get involved. You must be careful to ensure this. If the French master these technologies, the United States will be very annoyed." Rick said.
"I know, of course we know that the French only participated in our sculptor project and improved the Mirage fighter jets, and we all cooperated with Israel."
Smith watched the box on the truck being transported down, opened it, wrapped in shock-proof foam, and it was indeed a flat radar antenna!
This is what South Africa lacks the most! Advanced fire control radar!
Rick smiled. With this transaction, Pakistan made a difference of nearly 100 million US dollars. These things are the Apg67 radars that Northrop originally used for the F20 fighter jets!
Originally, Northrop developed a low-cost F20 fighter jet and wanted to use the popularity of the F5 to sell these fighter jets all over the world. Unexpectedly, countries around the world saw that even the US Air Force was not equipped and they were not interested in such fighter jets at all.
As a result, Northrop was unable to recover any costs by investing hundreds of millions of dollars in R&D expenses. In an anxious manner, President Mhamad fell from the sky. It was difficult to sell the entire aircraft, but selling some of the subsystems could still make money, such as fire control radar and f404 engines, which are good products to sell.
While selling to Sweden, President Mhamad helped their fire control radar find the first buyer, South Africa! South Africa is willing to pay a high price to buy fifty sets of such fire control radars!
Although South Africa's apartheid has made people oppose it all over the world, South Africa is a country that produces diamonds and gold after all, and is rich. Moreover, South Africa is now supporting UNITA and Angola's Cuban army, and the United States also supports it. Even Tomcat fighter jets and e2 early warning aircraft can be used. It does not take too much trouble to export such fire control radars, but it only simplifies the ability to attack ground, such as advanced synthetic aperture functions. They have been blocked.
Even so, this radar is much more advanced than the same type of radar provided by France. When South Africa learned that Pakistan could help them get this radar, they could hardly express their excitement in words.
In this way, they first exported to Pakistan, then circled to South Africa, and all these radars were transported here.
In addition to radar, there are also 20 SB engines produced by Pakistan and Eastern countries, and these engines will be equipped with Phantom F1 together. In this way, the combat power of the modified Phantom F1 will undergo rapid changes.
Now, watching these radars arrive, South Africa's engineers still appear in a dream.
The reason why the French are not allowed to touch them is because the French are too skillful to avoid them from obtaining advanced technology. On the other hand, the Israelis have been equipped with a large number of f15 and f16 fighter jets, so it doesn't matter to them. The performance of this radar is lagging behind that of the Israeli army.
These radars are equipped with installation instructions. South African engineers began to study how to match the radar to their own fighter jets.
On the other hand, the engine installation did not take much effort. Since Pakistan has transported several engines for them to test, they are already familiar with the Spey engine and the matching with the Phantom F1 went very smoothly.
After receiving the goods, South African engineers began to work intensively. Most of them were technically crazy. Now that they had these things on hand, they would work day and night.
Originally, they only planned to use the SBE engine on the new sculptor project. When the inspection was completed and the engine was discovered, they were very satisfied with the engine and decided to use this engine first to improve their Phantom fleet.
Seeing these technicians busy, Rick also gestured beside him, and soon, half a day passed.
Unconsciously, I get hungry.
Seeing these busy technicians, even Smith was sitting in the cockpit of a Phantom F1, discussing the display and operating system installation, Rick finally did not bother them.
"Ilina, let's go to their cafeteria for a meal," Rick said.
Going to the cafeteria? Irina looked at Rick with her big blue eyes, as if asking, did Rick plan to soak here in the afternoon and go back tonight? However, as a secretary, she could not interfere with Rick's choices, and could only cooperate.
"Yes, the cafeteria is at the back." Irina said: "Please come with me, I'll take you over for a meal."
"Ilina, you seem to be very familiar with this place." Rick said to Ilina. When he came last time, he saw many people seem to know Ilina.
"Yes, I worked here for two years before being your secretary," Irina said to Rick.
"Then you must know a lot of people?" Rick asked.
"That's certainly." Irina said, "But there are a lot more people who know me than I do."
"Why?" Rick just finished asking, and realized that women as sexy as Irina are popular everywhere. Although the white women in South Africa are still good at seeing, those like Irina are enough to participate in the beauty pageant competition.
Irina continued to look at Rick with confidence on her face, so Rick finally couldn't help it. No one was around, and reached out to touch Irina's uniform skirt.
Irina turned around and made a face at Rick.
"The cafeteria is here."
It was lunch time, but there were more French people in this cafeteria, while there were not many staff in South Africa.
"The technicians in South Africa are still working, aren't they?" Rick instantly figured out why. The French were hired and must have had their meals on time, while their own staff, as the war continued, were mainly working.
"Yes," said Irina. "Even the chief designer often forgets to eat."
The cafeteria is in self-service form, and Rick just needs to sit at the table and wait and watch Irina go to get food. This kind of thing must be done by the secretary.
"It's a pity that we were sent here to participate in the sculptor project, just a light fighter." At this moment, on the adjacent table, several French engineers were eating and complaining.
"The girls here are not as romantic as our French. It is almost impossible to have a romantic encounter. There is no one in the work and life."
"That's right, now in China, Phantom 4000 has been completely finalized. If we were not sent here, we should have our names on the Phantom 4000 development list."
"Yes, this is the pride of our country, the pride of Dassault!"
"Shh, beauty, there are beauty!" said a Frenchman.
Their eyes looked towards Rick, and looked at the charming beauty, holding the meal, and sat towards Rick's table.
The French yearn for romance, but for Westerners, their love for beauties is beyond words. They are also very open to the feelings between men and women.
In China, if you scold me, or fuck your grandma, it would be an absolute insult. However, in Western countries, the other party will recognize you as your cheap godfather or godfather, and you are very happy, which shows that my mother/grandma is very beautiful.
When they saw the beauty sitting next to Rick and serving Rick, they were disappointed.
One of them sat over with the courage to sit over: "Dear lady, can I sit here?" He pointed to the seat next to Irina, not caring about the feeling of Rick sitting opposite him.
"I have to ask Mr. Rick for his opinion." Elina said lightly. She looked at Rick without being angry, but was a little strange.
Mr. Rick?
That day, Rick came to Atlas to visit and met many French people. However, after all, developing a fighter jet requires a team of thousands of people. He could not have seen each of them. These French people did not know Rick.
In South Africa, they are respected and privileged. After all, South Africa relies on their help in developing fighter jets. Without them, South Africa's technicians did not have enough strength at all.
"Hey, Mr. Rick, can I sit here?" said the Frenchman, who still maintained his gentlemanly demeanor, after all, in front of a beautiful girl.
"It depends on whether you have the strength." Rick said: "I am a pilot of the Tomcat fighter, a heavy dual-engine variable sweep wing fighter."
"I am a developer of the fighter jet."
"Is it a heavy-duty twin?" Rick asked. "Light machines don't count."
"Of course it's." The other party naturally would not admit defeat in front of Irina, and then said: "Do you know about Phantom 4000? Our Dassault company's pride, heavy, double-engine, duck-style layout, and four-degree telex. Before coming to South Africa, I developed this fighter jet."
"What a pity, this fighter plane doesn't seem to have no orders, right?" Rick said, and every sentence seemed to hurt the other party. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!