Chapter 858: House arrest

The old chief and Ye Hao sat there chatting after breakfast.
"I heard that you were behind the financial war that swept the world before." The old chief looked at Ye Hao.
Ye Hao smiled without saying a word. Although the news did not report, there were some things that could not be kept secret.
"Okay, okay. This battle was fought very well, although I don't understand finance. But the group of Americans who can fight honestly ran to the negotiating table. This is a great achievement." The old chief laughed.
The reason why the former Chief No. 1 borrowed Ye Hao's foreign exchange was because Ye Hao had promised.
This financial war can be used to encourage the U.S. gangs to take the initiative to seek peace in the trade war, which will kill two birds with one stone and ease the situation.
When the old chief was talking and laughing, the guard walked up to the old chief with a document.
"Chief, this is the document sent today."
"Let me see."
The old chief put on his reading glasses and looked at the documents.
The atmosphere in the yard instantly stiffened.
"This bunch of rascals. They ran to our coast again to make a fuss, and they said that they want to engage in military exercises with us. Isn't it just to show their muscles in front of us.
The old chief slapped the table angrily.
Ye Hao glanced at the file. Most of the information on it was in the news, but it was not as detailed and clear here.
"Chief, you are uneasy these days because of these things?" Ye Hao asked.
The old chief nodded, and he said in a deep voice: "The East China Sea is under the jurisdiction of our Jiangnan Military Region. The U.S. nationals are now coming over and making trouble every three days. You said I can sleep well."
The old chief glared at Ye Hao: "You are still there. If your fighter was made out earlier, there wouldn't be so many things."
Ye Hao shrugged helplessly.
"It is not a matter of a day or two to build a plane. What's more, it is still a cross-generation fighter. We are still immature in many technical aspects."
The old chief also understands the truth.
But he waved his hand directly and said: "I don't care anyway. You are not allowed to leave the military area until you don't get me a prototype of the fighter plane. It just happens that the group of people have already done the preparation work, and it's waiting for you."
It takes a year and a half to make a fighter plane, even if it rushes day and night.
"Chief, you can't do this. I want to go to university anyway, right? You can't deprive me of the right to study!" Ye Hao tried to fight for it.
"That's it. When you are in college, I will have someone take you there in person. Winter and summer vacations and statutory holidays will all stay in the military area."
"Then if I go to Huaxia University, it will be Beijing! It will take more than a day to go back and forth."
"Fighter pick-up, this is a good deal, right?"
"You are under house arrest!"
"Just put you under house arrest. I know that you have good skills and the military region can't keep you. But if you dare to run, don't blame me for bringing your friends and relatives to the military region for tea. I heard that you have many confidantes. ."
"..."
Ye Hao couldn't help the leader play a rogue.
In the end, Ye Hao could only watch the old chief leave first on the grounds of doing business.
And he reluctantly went to the weapon science and technology research institute of the military region.
When he walked out of the chief's compound, Mo Chen followed.
"Brother Ye, you have a good relationship with the chief, we have been talking for so long."
Ye Hao sighed, he couldn't waste his time here.
He stopped and looked at Mo Chen: "When will Dongfangze get here?"
"This...not sure, I guess it will be within two days."
"After the Dongfang leader arrived, he immediately asked him to come to the military area to find me." Ye Hao said with bright eyes.
Now Dongfangze is the only one who can help Ye Hao. It was Dongfangze that made Ye Hao "survived" last time.
This time, I can only find a breakthrough from the Dongfang leader.
After that, Ye Hao came to the scientific research department.
"Stop. The front is a heavy military area. Nobody is allowed to enter." As soon as he walked to the door, he was stopped by two guards armed with guns.
"Please tell me Mr. Zhang Guozhong, so that Ye Hao is here."
As soon as Ye Hao said this, the two guards were stupid.
Zhang Guozhong?
That is the chief designer of the fifth generation fighter! That is equivalent to a protective figure like a panda.
The boy in front of him said he wanted to meet such a person.
"Please show your ID." The guard said suspiciously.
Ye Hao took out his Dragon Team ID.
The guard immediately changed his attitude and immediately called to contact the people in the research institute.
After a while, I saw a group of people trotting out.
"Mr. Ye. You finally came, but we have been waiting for you for a long time."
"Why are you blocking Mr. Ye? I'll tell you. If Mr. Ye comes, no one is allowed to stop him. His treatment is the same as designer Zhang Guozhong."
I saw a group of people in their 40s, 50s, or even their 60s and 70s, surrounded by a young man in their 20s, one for each husband, and one for you.
But everyone was stunned.
"Everyone. It's okay for you to be my grandfather when you are old, so don't use honorifics and call me husband. Either call my name or call me Xiaoye."
Ye Hao looked at these people respectfully.
These people are extraordinary ordinary people, they have quietly paid their youth for this country.
Compared to those martial artists, big stars, Ye Hao thinks these people are more worthy of respect.
"That's good. Ye... Xiaoye, you come with us. We have been waiting for you for a long time. We have all studied the technical information you gave before, and we can start working later."
Under the leadership of everyone, Ye Hao walked into the research institute.
The Jiangnan Military Region Research Institute mainly develops battleships and fighters.
A few months ago, for Ye Hao's sixth-generation fighter plan, the Military Region Research Institute specially freed up more than half of the space for them to take charge of this plan.
"A Hao, long time no see." Zhang Guozhong immediately greeted Ye Hao enthusiastically.
There is also the old man I saw yesterday.
"I'm very sorry, there are too many things on my body. I have kept you waiting for a long time." After saying hello, Ye Hao looked around the research site.
The layout is very good, and each area of ​​the fighter plane is divided into work area departments, and each department has a dedicated person in charge.
In response to the various technical materials given by Ye Hao before, they have come up with a large stack of data research plans. A lot of papers are piled on the desk and pasted on the wall, and densely written blackboards are everywhere. "A good meal is not afraid of late." Zhang Guozhong clutched Ye Hao's hand. He took Ye Hao to the general design office area and pointed to the computer screen in front of him: "There are things we tinkered with during this period of time. .There are also various simulation plans
. "
"Our sixth-generation fighter planning team has a total of 56 people, including experts in various fields of fighters. Airframes, engines, missiles, etc. are all available."
Ye Hao carefully looked at the contents inside.
To be honest, these things have more or less problems, but it is quite good that these researchers can figure it out to this extent based on the technical information given by themselves.
But there are still many flaws. "I, the named chief designer, should do something." Ye Hao looked at the people around and said, "Go ahead and find a bigger classroom, gather everyone, and I want to have a meeting."