"Tell me."

The visitor threw the folder in his hand on the table with a loud bang, staring at Hu Wenhai with a cold face.

"What did you say?" Hu Wenhai twisted his body uncomfortable. Although he was not handcuffed, the cold interrogation chair in the interrogation room still made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Just tell me, which country you sent a spy?"

"Me? Spy?" Hu Wenhai was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but ask inexplicably: "I'm talking about this comrade, from which angle do you know that I'm a spy?"

"Hmph, do you want to argue with all the people? "The man opened the folder and pointed to a photo inside and said sternly: "This is your tool for espionage. I'm right? The imperialist master behind you provides you with it? It's good performance. Such a gadget can fly to a speed of nearly 800 kilometers per hour. This is not a problem?"

"Oh, comrade, I said there is something wrong with your thinking!" Hu Wenhai retorted: "As long as you have high technology and good performance, you must be an imperialist spy tool. Do you look down on the Chinese people's scientific and technological capabilities so much?"

"Well--"

The other party was speechless for a moment, and then slapped the table in anger and shouted loudly: "No matter how you make a quibble, it is useless. Your only way out now is to be honest and lenient! Otherwise, you will taste the iron fist of the proletarian people's democratic dictatorship!"

"Please, can you investigate the information of the interrogation before you interrogate before you go?" Hu Wenhai held his forehead and said helplessly: "How could my ancestors from the Hu family be an eight-generation poor peasant, how could it be an imperialist spy..."

"It's not an imperialist spy, it's a revisionist spy!" The interrogator's eyes lit up and ordered the clerk beside him: "Remember, the Soviet revisionist spy claimed his surname to be Hu! Well, who believes in the eight generations of poor peasants in his ancestors? I think, maybe he has a relative relationship with Hu Zongnan, the Kuomintang reactionary group!"

"Hey, apologize to Hu Zongnan to me. I have also armed and defended Yan'an, okay?"

"Hmph, I really have sympathy for the Kuomintang reactionaries. I think you won't cry until you see the coffin!"

"Can you comrade figure it out? I'm not sympathizing, but complaining, okay!"

...

Hu Wenhai was talking nonsense with this obviously naughty interrogator, but he was not worried about his own safety.

At most, I violated the aviation control regulations, and there was no evidence of suspicion of spies. Not to mention that my identity was placed there, domestic political review was not a joke. The ancestors of the Hu family were indeed poor peasants of eight generations. It was not until Hu Shiwu's generation that he worked as a worker in the arsenal of the Northeast Army that year.

During the War of Resistance Against Japan, Hu Shiwu was already a member of the underground party of the Communist Party of China, and he didn't need to mention his old qualifications before the founding of the country. After the founding of the country, Hu Shiwu participated in domestic military-industrial research tasks more than once. If a leader of the Xiucheng Industrial System took it out, it would be impossible that he had never heard of the name of his Buddha.

Besides, Hu Wenhai’s father Hu Jiefang, the factory director who is in his thirties and under forty years old, or the factory director of a division-level unit like Factory 501, would such a family be unreliable?

If even this kind of family component is unreliable, then our country's political review system can be thrown into the trash can early.

However, my country's household registration information has not yet been managed online. Even if Hu Wenhai reveals his identity, someone needs to go to Xiucheng to verify it specifically before knowing the result.

This is definitely not something that can be completed in a short time. In addition, you have to issue a letter of introduction, call to confirm, or even approve the supervisor. The work efficiency of the bureaucrats in the 1980s was really enough for people to drink.

This is not, Hu Shiwu, Hu Wenhai, Hu Hu, and Lu Daming were arrested at the airport in the morning. The rice and water did not enter for a day, and there was no movement outside until the sun was about to set.

The interrogator, who had been exhausted with Hu Wenhai, took a teacup and moistened his throat. Just as he continued to deal with Hu Wenhai, he suddenly heard someone open the door of the interrogation room from outside.

"Oh, this really made the Dragon King Temple..."

An elegant old man with old-fashioned toad mirrors on his face, wearing a 78-year-old military uniform and dark blue pants pushed open the door and saw Hu Wenhai sitting in the middle of the house, and suddenly smiled: "Hey, I haven't seen you for a few years. Mr. Hu, you grandson, have grown up!"

"This is your Si Guxin, Grandpa Si, the principal of our Xiucheng Aviation School, don't know each other?" Hu Shiwu walked in behind Si Guxin, and pulled Hu Wenhai up with a blush on his face.

"Hello Grandpa Si!" Hu Wenhai shouted obediently, but the music had some impression of Si Guxin.

When Shengjing Shen Huoyi imitated the MiG 19, of course, he would not miss the not-far-distant embroidery city. As a star among the embroidery city workers, Hu Shiwu showed a lot of faces in the battle.

Sigu Xinneng was the principal of the aviation school in Xiucheng, and of course there was no reason not to know such a celebrity. In fact, the two of them even had an intersection before they were liberated. Sigu Xin was a student of the Northeast Army Air Force back then. Hu Shiwu was arranged to go to the airport to do ground work for a period of time, and he had met Sigu Xin several times.

With such a relationship, the two families became familiar with each other intentionally and quickly after liberation.

"Boy, what's the point of you? I'm so good, you're so tall!"

A roar like a thunderous sound came from behind Hu Shiwu, and an angry middle-aged man walked in from outside the door and reached out to grab Hu Wenhai's ear.

Bang-

The middle-aged man stretched out his hand and was patted by Hu Shiwu. He looked at the middle-aged man with his eyes wide open and said angrily: "Boy, what do you want to do? What do my eldest grandson do for you?"

"father!"

"dad!"

Well, needless to say, this middle-aged man is Hu Shiwu's son, Hu Wenhai's father, and Hu Jiefang, the director of the 501 Military Factory of the Embroidery City.

"I don't have a son like you!"

"I don't have a son like you!"

Hu Jiefang squirted about Hu Wenhai's face, and then his face was immediately washed by Mr. Hu Shiwu...

"Hey, dad, look at this kid, you always protect him. Now that you have caused such a big disaster, why are you still..."

Hu Jiefang was so angry that he was surrounded by a storm, but Hu Wenhai was protected by his old man Hu Shiwu, so he was really invincible.

"Come on trouble? What kind of trouble? Oh, you old man, I entered this interrogation room today. Did you also cause trouble for you?"

"Dad, I'm not talking about you."

...

The chaotic family ethics drama was staged for half an hour, and Hu Jiefang was so angry that he could not twist Mr. Hu Shiwu, so he had to give Hu Wenhai a look when he went home and then clean up your eyes, and he stopped.

Si Guxin shook his head and stood up to smooth things over, saying, "Speaking of this, Wen Hai is only in his second year of high school this year? He is really worthy of being the kind of Lao Hu, you can really make trouble! Tsk tsk, the speed of nearly 800 kilometers per hour is almost broken through the sound barrier!"

"Hey, kids are just doing it!" Hu Shiwu said this, but his face was blushing with joy, and his smile was so proud that he was urging Si Guxin to praise him a few more words.

Hu Wenhai interrupted, "My model aircraft cannot exceed the speed of sound, the structural strength is insufficient, and the engine power is insufficient."

"When it comes to the engine-" Si Guxin looked Hu Wenhai up and down curiously and asked, "When I came here, I saw your 'model aircraft'. Is it a turbojet engine? It's incredible. Did you really design it yourself?"

Hu Wenhai said calmly: "Actually, there is nothing difficult. The structure of this micro turbojet is simpler than that of an internal combustion engine, which is three parts: compressor, combustion chamber and turbojet. The design of the aircraft engine is good, and the processing accuracy and materials are more critical. Compared with the strict production requirements of large turbojet engines, I am just a toy."

"That's amazing, how old are you."

Xiucheng Airport originally had no combat readiness tasks, and it was set up purely to cooperate with the aviation school teaching. Take it for granted, Si Guxin, the principal of the aviation school, made a decision on the matter at the airport. Since Hu Shiwu and Hu Wenhai's identities have been confirmed, the technicians have also checked the "model aircraft" and confirmed that there is no such function as reconnaissance, and the matter will be left to an end.

"Oh, Lao Hu, go slowly." After coming out of the airport office building, Si Guxin called Hu Shiwu: "I have something to discuss with you about this model aircraft."

"Oh, just say something if you have something."

"That's right, I have an idea." Si Guxin hesitated for a moment, and then said: "You know, the country's economy is in a tight position now, and the central government calls on the army to be patient. But people can tolerate it, but equipment cannot tolerate it. Now, I will tell you the truth about the number of flight hours a week for the aviation school students. It can't even reach three hours. If this continues, what combat effectiveness can our Air Force have in the future?"

Hu Shiwu stood up and couldn't help but nodded, "What I said is that the Army can still talk about the spirit of fighting, but the Air Force has a big gap in technology, and the spirit is of no use."

"Yes!" Si Guxin sighed and continued, "So when I saw you, the model aircraft, I came up with an idea. If this thing can replace part of the teaching content, it will save the country and train the students' skills. I just don't know if it is feasible."

"This, then you have to ask my grandson Hu Wenhai, he knows his best."

"Old Hu, you're not interested enough. Why are you still hiding it at this time? Can a second-year high school kid really make this thing? I know you're embarrassed to admit, what's wrong with a level 8 worker? Isn't you also a grandfather? Isn't it okay to make a toy for your grandson?
Chapter completed!