Blackstone Code Chapter 877: Aircraft
"Airplane!"
Mr. Trueman's voice seemed to be the sole master in the crowded conference room. His fingers poked **** the edge of the table, and the sound hit people's chests, making people feel a kind of invisible power.
He repeated, "Lynch's plane!"
He then began to explain, "I was told by Blackstone security code Sergeant Sergeant that they could turn to me if they were in trouble, and at first I didn't figure out what I could do with this thing. ."
"But just now, when Mr. President said that we can't conduct an effective search on the sea, I suddenly thought of the problem to solve."
"That's the plane!"
Mr. President was a little surprised. It turned out that he played a key role in this. I actually reminded him what to do!
Suddenly he felt that Mr. Trueman was really a trustworthy person, a person worthy of trust, a person worthy of... .
A good guy anyway.
"I won't introduce to you the question of whether the planet under our feet is square or round. Aircraft can allow us to see a wider range from a higher position, and its technology has matured ."
"I've heard that with extra fuel tanks you can fly nearly a thousand kilometers, which is enough to send back important information for us."
"And it's faster, and it doesn't need to consider the impact of reefs and ocean currents on speed. It was not only developed for reconnaissance submarines, but also for reconnaissance in various environments!"
Mr. President's hands on Mr. Truman's back are clenched into fists, now he can get the **** out of this danger, awesome!
Of course he didn't show it, just nodded calmly, which fits his image of "wise man" and "old man", although the former has nothing to do with him.
After resolving, or at least promising, a great crisis, Mr. President's talent for acting has come back.
He followed the gap between Mr. Trueman's words and interjected to reflect his status and value, "Then we will now..."
Mr. Truman knows the president well, and he wouldn't be his assistant if he didn't know the man. He knew what Mr. President wanted and gave it to him immediately, "We should go to Lynch's research now. So, ask them if the plane is ready."
Mr. President nodded with satisfaction and restraint, "Then ladies and gentlemen, what are we waiting for here?"
A boatload of billionaires has disappeared. Some people are watching the rich people, some people are watching the police or the military, but some people are watching Mr. President.
When Mr. President and a large group of staff of the Presidential Palace came out together, they subconsciously followed closely.
Not long after, they came to the outskirts of Bupen, near the research institute in the warning area.
The chief engineer of the institute has been waiting here for a long time, and if he hadn't been called by the president's aide, he wouldn't even have known that Mr. Lynch had disappeared with a boat.
Also know what they're here for.
"We've met!" Mr. President shook hands with the chief engineer with a serious face, surrounded by reporters from the media. At this time, he could not show that he was not nervous, it would cause him trouble.
What he is showing is that his father who has been dead for many years climbed out of the grave and got on the same boat, "Let's skip those meaningless greetings, is the plane ready?"
The chief engineer nodded nervously and walked behind the institute with Mr. President and a large group of people.
Behind the research institute is the factory, which has already started.
In fact, the technical difficulty of aircraft production is mainly in the engine, rather than in the fuselage.
As long as the all-aluminum body has enough metal raw materials and then mold it, it will be fine.
Wooden covered in sheepskin can fly in the sky, this all-aluminum aircraft is already very good, almost perfect.
The real technical difficulty of the aircraft is the engine of the aircraft. So far, they have built a total of six units while debugging the production line and running in production. Together with the initial two experimental models, there are a total of eight units.
"Too few!", the president was very disappointed after hearing that there were only eight stations, "Is there any way to speed up production?"
If this question was asked by the emperor of Gafra to their merchants, those merchants must complete the task even if they go bankrupt and borrow money.
But in the Commonwealth, things are different.
The chief engineer played a little trick, "We're out of money."
Mr. President was stunned for a moment, then turned his head blankly to look at Mr. Truman, who now only trusts this man.
Mr. Truman coughed lightly, "Congress is still reviewing this budget, so there is no appropriation yet..."
Got it!
Don't have the money to make a sacrifice eight?
"These bureaucracies!" Mr. President gritted his teeth and looked like he was complaining, which happened to be caught by those reporters who simply thought it would be news.
Only Mr. Trueman knows that the president is sharing the pressure on himself on the one hand - it's not my fault that the plane doesn't fly, it's the senators in Congress who don't fund the problem, and I don't take full responsibility.
On the other hand, it is also laying the groundwork for future political deals and compromises - look at the **** you did last time, I can not trouble you, but do you have to express it?
Some people are born for a certain position!
He turned his head to face the cameras, but what he really wanted to ask was Mr. Trueman, "I remember that as president, I have the power to use my prerogatives on special occasions, first pass some Budget proposal, eh?"
The latter nodded, and he added, "Call them immediately to get funding, I want more planes to appear in the Western Ocean faster!"
What a conscientious Mr. President, the noble sentiment is amazing.
The two eyebrows of the chief engineer's smile fell to the sides. In fact, this was his own idea. Lynch could still be short of this money. He was just worried that if Congress did not allocate funds, they would not be able to share dividends.
Lynch buys his own things, it's not called buying. He builds the plane and takes it away. He doesn't get a share. He has to beware of capitalists, right?
With this funding guarantee, the Chief Engineer immediately pledged to go all out to complete the engine's manufacturing process.
At the same time, eight planes parked on the runway one after another under the gaze of people.
Just...
"Will there be an accident?", Mr. President suddenly became a little worried as he watched several workers still working on the landing gear of an airplane.
Mr. Truman reassured, "Don't worry, they won't take their lives to make fun of us!"
Under the gaze of numerous media and camera lenses, the eight planes took off in succession with people's exclamations and quickly headed to the west coast.
"Gentlemen, it will only take four hours for our plane to arrive at the military base on the west coast and begin the search for the missing ship."
"If it hadn't sunk, we would have been able to find its trail..."
A group of reporters swarmed over, realizing that this was going to be a world-changing plane.
Airplanes are no longer a suicide toy that can't be landed, it's really about to conquer the sky!
At this moment, Lynch, who is being speculated by the chief engineer whether it sank with the cruise ship, is watching the unexpected situation not far away.
Not everyone can take it easy when they know they might be in big trouble, and it's not a good time to jump out and reveal everything.
It seems like now, a young man in his twenties with a tender face stood on the second deck with a blushing face and loudly questioned the first officer.
He couldn't stand the terrifying pressure to put on now, and he made it clear that he first asked to see the captain, and then he asked the captain to come to the second deck.
How is this possible?
Now that the situation on the ship is so complicated, what if there are assassins?
The captain hasn't been in public for a few days, just to avoid being assassinated - it sounds pointless, but it's actually very valuable.
The benefits of assassinating the captain are very high.
The captain sent the first mate to solve the trouble, but the young man couldn't stand it any longer. He directly stated what he thought and asked the first mate to immediately let the ship dock and let them disembark.
This is stupid.
The older ones haven't said anything so far, not because they're timid, but because they know it's stupid.
It is very unrealistic to dock first, not to mention whether the captain will dock or not, it is now a question of which way to dock.
The captain can only roughly determine what range he is in on the chart. He can't guarantee that his judgment is correct. Navigation instruments are abandoned and only the compass is used.
Will these things be manipulated by those lurking on the boat?
Secondly, the atmosphere on the ship is indeed very depressing. If someone can take the initiative to jump out, it will become a vent for people's emotions.
Lying at the idiot yelling at the first mate~IndoMTL.com~ and even walking up to slap the first mate, Lynch knew this guy's life would not be easy.
The captain and every moment dare not offend all the rich people, but if offending one person can relieve others a little, it is obviously worth it.
The first mate kicked the young man in the stomach without hesitation, kicked him backwards and hit the wall, and then fell heavily on the ground.
He covered his stomach, his face was pale, and his face was painful, but the first mate didn't care and walked over and kicked his head so hard that he lay on the ground and hugged his head, crying and shouting that he would never dare again next time. .
Then the crew dragged the young man away, instead of giving him a chance to go back, dragged him into the third or even fourth deck.
A short while later, Lynch's exclusive manager appeared outside Lynch's cabin.
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①: Sacrificial Eight: A board game term, offering sacrifices to the eight main gods requires enough sacrifices, often to describe a lot at one time.