It was not easy to go abroad in the 1980s, which refers to people who have no way of access. But if you have the ability or have connections, it would be just a matter of just one sentence to go abroad.

Elkan Company sent an invitation letter from the United States, and it was very easy for Hu Wenhai to get his business passport. After staying in the imperial capital for less than a week, he was ready to go to the United States.

In mid-September, Atlantic City, New Jersey, the east coast of the United States.

The state of New Jersey where Atlantic City is located is very close to New York, so that the game between the New York Knicks and the New Jersey Nets is often called a derby battle. It takes only two hours to drive from New York City to Atlantic City. And it is only this time from Atlantic City to Washington, the capital of the United States.

It can be said that on this land, it is almost the most elite urban agglomeration in the United States. Because of its unique geographical location, Atlantic City has become a dazzling pearl in this urban agglomeration with its advantages connecting New York and Washington.

It is in such a city that an air show called Thunder Road is held every September.

Unlike the professional-level air show in Europe, there are rarely serious and serious air show in the United States, and more are entertainment projects similar to carnivals.

What Americans prefer is to bring their families and go to the air show site in a vast and prosperous way to enjoy the rare excitement here. A slightly larger air show will have flight stunts and even see the world's most advanced bombers. A slightly smaller air show is more like an open-air aircraft museum, whereas visitors can learn about the development history of military and civil aviation.

Atlantic City's Thunder Road Air Show in September is somewhere in between. It is neither so advanced nor a carnival-style pure entertainment program, and it is more similar to a party of aviation enthusiasts.

Major airlines will use this air show to promote their products, from fan machines to jets, as well as rotorcraft, civilian, military, various rescue, industrial and agricultural aircraft.

Just in terms of the types of exhibitions, the scale of Thunder Road is one of the best in the United States.

"Hi, Scott!" Badara, wearing wide sunglasses, held the Irish coffee in a paper cup in her hand, raised it high to greet a middle-aged white man not far away.

Scott took off the sunglasses from his face. The September sunshine was not so easy to deal with. He couldn't wait to take the coffee and take a big sip.

"Huh, with whiskey, this boring air show has become a little more interesting," Scott said with emotion.

"Why, still thinking about your TOPGUN?" Badala leaned against the railing in front of the crowd and shook her head and said, "Unless you can get the full sponsorship of the Navy, your shooting plan will not be implemented."

"I thought it would be the scope of your work for you producers," Scott shrugged and said, "But I would never agree with the plan you proposed to use the model to shoot. Of course, of course, this is not a damn vanity. You should know that Badala, the current aviation model cannot capture the momentum of real aircraft!"

Badala nodded helplessly and sighed. In fact, as one of the producers of the TOPGUN project, he has been busy in Washington recently. However, things were not going well, so he took a break from his busy schedule to go to Atlantic City to relax with Scott.

While drinking Irish coffee, the two exchanged opinions on the progress of the project, and did not focus on the air show.

There are more than 200 air shows in the United States a year, which is not a new thing. The reason why two people appear here is much greater than the factors that collect materials.

Just like this, the two of them chatted while drinking, with the roar of the plane taking off in their ears. Soon, from morning to noon, and then after the crowds who needed to eat disperse, an inconspicuous small plane was pushed onto the runway.

Scott didn't hear the specific content clearly on the air show radio. But he heard at least one word, that was "F-14".

"Well? Will Grumman's F-14 participate in this kind of air show?" Scott was slightly stunned, and his eyes began to search for the shadow of F-14's huge body.

"Impossible, what's the point of participating in this kind of enthusiast air show? The US Navy won't be interested in this kind of air show." Badala said with a smile: "Scott, you're not too obsessed with it. Everything you hear seems like the F-14."

Air Shows like Thunder Road generally have very few fighter jets. This kind of air show mainly faces aviation enthusiasts in the United States, and these people are basically unable to have the will to buy heavy carrier-based fighters. Even if fighter jets occasionally appear, that is, Northrop's F-20, etc., it is mainly to expand the popularity of the product and facilitate the export of the product.

"No, I clearly heard that F-14 was going to play..."

At this moment, a burst of exclamations suddenly broke out from the already sparsely populated audience. The familiar roar of the jet engine sounded, which scared Scott.

In his eyes, there was no plane on the runway preparing to take off, so where did the engine roar come from!

Immediately afterwards, a fast shadow suddenly appeared in Scott's vision. The object that made the unique whistle sound of the turbojet engine swept past his eyes, then shaking his wings and flew into the sky!

puff--

Scott's Irish coffee in his mouth squirted Badara's face, and when the other party was stunned, he climbed up the railings in the crowd with his hands and feet just to be closer to the thing in the sky.

"It's F-14, my god, no, what exactly is that!"

That's right, the thing flying in the sky is clearly an F-14 in terms of appearance. If it is based on the sky, it is easy for people to ignore its actual size.

But Scott watched it slid from the track into the air, and had a very accurate understanding of its size - the length of that thing was no more than two meters!

But judging from the speed of this thing's flight and the sound of the engine, the thing with orange-red flames behind the butt must be a jet plane.

However, a jet plane less than two meters long? Scott had to doubt that he hadn't woken up today, right?

Not only Scott was the one who reacted like this. Almost all the audience who were still in the visiting venue straightened up and looked up at the flexible plane in the sky like an elf.

"It's not F-14, F-14 can't do this kind of action!" Badala had wiped the Irish coffee on his face, but did not mean to blame Scott. Instead, he stood beside him and shouted excitedly: "Look at its vertical climbing speed of 90 degrees, this kind of action cannot be done!"

"Hey, but look, it's F-14!" Scott smiled dismissively: "When there is no comparison in heaven, who can say it's not F-14? It's so similar. The person who made this thing is a genius!"

"Yes, how did this thing stuff an aircraft engine into a body less than two meters!" Badala was a little surprised, and randomly seemed to realize something: "Scott, what would you think if our movie could be filmed with this?"

Scott thought about it and hesitated: "Well, there are some lenses that do, but many still need real-life shooting."

"That's fine, let's find out what's going on. If the Navy's F-14 dispatch rate can be reduced, it will be easier for the Pentagon to nod."

"Okay, then let's go and have a look." Scott followed Badara to the end of the runway without any hesitation.

At this time, at the end of the runway, a white man in a decent business suit was sweating profusely dealing with a group of spectators. Amid the shouts of the group, an Asian was operating a remote control calmly.

"Boy, are you the operator of the F-14?"

"What power does your plane use? Is it a jet engine?"

"How did you do it? Is that a remote-controlled model aircraft? Can it break through the speed of sound?"

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, I said, boy, I bought the things in your hand, let me tell you a price!"

"Hey, Iverson!" Hu Wenhai looked at his only wall of man who was about to stop, and quickly reminded him: "If you disturb me from operating the plane, you will have no commission today!"

"I understand, boss!" The white man named Iverson quickly tried his best and pushed everyone away two more steps in Hu Wenhai's opposite direction.

"You can't do this!"

"Hi, take your hand away!"

The onlookers were pushed by Iverson and couldn't help but protest, but no one was willing to leave. They all looked at how Hu Wenhai operated the model aircraft in the sky with green light in their eyes.

It was not until more than ten minutes later that the F-14 fighter aircraft model, which was only two meters long, landed back on the flight track that Iverson let go of the blockade of the crowd.

"Hello, I am a reporter from Ocean Express. Do you use jet power for this model aircraft?" A reporter who seemed to be obviously not ready for an interview got the first opportunity to approach Hu Wenhai with his professional skills, and quickly smashed a problem in his mouth like a machine gun.

Hu Wenhai was also a little surprised. He didn't expect that he would meet a pillow when he was sleepy. The first person to ask was actually a reporter. He smiled and nodded and said, "Yes, this is a small jet engine I invented, which can provide unparalleled surging power for model aircraft!"

"Hello, I'm the film director Scott, this is my business card..."
Chapter completed!