Hatim nodded solemnly.

"Understood."

Hatim was wearing a thick fur coat, holding a telescope in his hand, and while observing the dark gray painted fighter plane in the distance, he said:

"It's really interesting. Have your aesthetics finally improved? This seems to be the first time I've seen you use this color of paint."

Ten seconds later, a small firelight lit up on the edge of the empty sky.

This is the third generation machine!

Even the J-8 III can do this. If the optimization of the J-10 is completed, how powerful will it be?

——

What about Project 22?

Hatim was stunned. He recalled the arc that passed before his eyes and asked in disbelief:

"Ming, didn't you say that you are using a simplified version of the WS-10 engine? But the power does not seem to be worse than the J-10 you tested before."

But suddenly, a slightly teasing smile appeared on his face.

He looked at Wang Ming and said:

"Perhaps these things should not be discussed by the two of us. Maybe we should invite you to speak at our next government meeting - that will definitely bring a lot of inspiration to our officials."

"But now."

"Give me the plane and take my money!"
Chapter completed!