As the saying goes, blessings never come in pairs, and misfortunes never come alone.
What a pity! Such good news from the Big Apple City did not make Hu Biao and other members of the Zhongzhou Team happy for a long time.
At most two or three hours later, an unexpected piece of bad news appeared.
At that time, Hu Biao was still holding a piece of paper and pen, calculating the first batch of 13,000 tons of materials and machinery.
When it came to how the distribution would be carried out, and how the remaining millions of tons of materials would be arranged, Hanshuang suddenly walked in with a stern face.
After seeing such a stinky face, Hu Biao's heart suddenly skipped a beat, knowing that something bad must have happened.
Immediately, a series of worrying questions were asked:
"Ma Zhuo, what's going on? Is there something wrong with Jason and his team's material shipment, or is it that the remaining dozen or so teams of the rival team have made some big noise?"
Faced with a series of guesses from Hu Biao, Hanshuang shook his head and said it was none of them.
Finally, a telegram was delivered over and he said: "The telegram was sent urgently by Lao Yang. You can see for yourself what the specific content is."
After receiving the telegram, Hu Biao only read it hastily once.
In the midst of great depression, he punched it hard, and the table made of logs blew to pieces.
And he cursed heavily in his mouth: "What the hell, how could this happen?"
At such a commotion, the people who were bragging and spanking around a stove outside quickly rushed in swarm.
As a result, after reading the telegram, everyone's face showed a strong depressed expression; mainly they knew that there was nothing they could do based on the contents of the telegram.
Because in this urgent message from Yang Dongli, there is a heart-wrenching thing in it:
Now at home, that famous military industry expert: Comrade Digger, was supervising work in a factory in Yangcheng when he suddenly fainted in the workshop.
At present, the digger has been flown back to BEI Pingcheng where the medical conditions are the best.
However, after emergency rescue by the best group of experts, Comrade Digger is still in a coma.
According to the joint diagnosis results of the best medical experts, Comrade Digger's liver duct cancer is currently at an advanced stage.
There is no very effective treatment for this disease in the modern world.
Therefore, in this year, in this new Guojia, where everything is poor, naturally there is no effective treatment method.
This shows that the time left for the excavator guy is running out.
(Let me explain, the real digger guy is very healthy. This is just the author who was moved by seeing the deeds of Academician Lin and wanted to write something to pay homage to those great people who can be called the backbone of this nation.
Ancestors.
If the excavator guy feels uncomfortable, you can contact me to make changes)...
At 7 o'clock in the evening, a Maozi family's An-2 transport plane landed at the airport.
This kind of classic transport aircraft is a situation where a big liar finally drank some big guys from the Maozi Air Force until they had stomach bleeding.
As a result, they slapped their furry chests, and 50 of them were brought in at once.
Although these small transport planes cost money, they need to be used to offset the debt with various hot-selling light industrial products afterwards, and they are not the kind that are given away free of charge.
However, it has also solved the problem for many people in the country. If they want to travel faster, they can only rely on the limited C-47 transport aircraft seized from Bald.
What the heck! In the past, it was often the case that something went wrong or normal maintenance was needed.
This leads to the problem that planes cannot be used and travel can only be done by train, which takes dozens of hours.
When the cabin door was opened, Yang Dongli, wearing a woolen coat, walked out with his guards frowning.
First, he said hello to an acquaintance, Officer Zhao from the security office, who had been waiting there for a long time and was standing at the door of a Ford car.
Then he got into the back seat of the Ford sedan and drove out of the airport.
When they left the airport, Yang Dongli could see a large number of jeeps and trucks, filled with soldiers with live ammunition, guarding the front and rear of the car they were in.
Compared with usual times, the guard strength is at least double or more.
It's just that not long ago, Yang Dongli, who was still busy setting up a military shoe factory in his hometown of Yueyang, Hunan Province, received an urgent message that the excavator guy was attacked and hurried back. He was no longer in the mood to care about it.
A few minutes after the motorcade drove out of the airport, Yang Dongli finally asked:
"Old Zhao, how is the situation of Comrade Li Qingyang (the excavator guy) now? Has it gotten better?"
After hearing this, Director Zhao wanted to say something, but when the words reached his mouth, he covered his mouth and his eyes turned red.
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"Expert Li, you finally woke up~"
When the excavator man struggled to open his eyes, he heard such a voice of concern in his ears, and at the same time, he could smell the strong smell of disinfectant in his nose.
And he saw that the Chinese tunic suit he was wearing was replaced by a striped hospital gown.
Everything shows that he is in the hospital now.
When he felt an unprecedented sense of weakness in his body, he smiled bitterly at a familiar person next to him, who should be someone from the office.
He asked: "Director Yang, I know my health well, so please tell me directly what kind of disease it is and how long can I continue to live?"
After hearing this, Director Yang originally wanted to say some comforting words, 'It's okay, just rest for a few days', or 'We have found the best experts and we will definitely be able to treat you well'.
Just after thinking about the words of those experts who said that their time is running out.
With a choked voice, he said, "It's liver duct cancer. Experts say it won't last more than a few days, or even shorter."
After hearing such a statement, the bitter smile on the digger's face became more obvious.
Speaking of which! He is a living person. In fact, he has always been quite aware of the changes and discomforts in his body and has felt them for a long time.
Before this mission started, others felt a little uncomfortable when they were still in the modern plane.
However, at that time, he thought that he might have caught a cold, and there were too many technical materials in the mission world that he needed to prepare in advance.
So after taking some cold medicine, I didn't care and continued busy with some preparations.
After arriving in the mission world, he lost almost 20 pounds in a month and developed many abnormalities in his body, so he naturally knew something was wrong.
It's definitely not a minor cold, but a big problem.
It's just that he thought at the time that if he went back, he would be able to receive treatment in a better environment in the modern plane; he could also spend system points to do it all at once directly in the system mall.
Therefore, the limited time in the mission world can be used to do more work for the impoverished Guo Jia.
So he gritted his teeth, even hiding it from the staff around him, and just gritted his teeth and persevered; after all, the second phase of the mission was about to be completed.
There will be at most one month before they can be sent back.
I just didn't expect that the grandson in the system was so screwed up that he didn't even have time to persist for a month, only a few days left.
Thinking that he still had too many aspirations, the excavator guy felt a little disappointed...
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I have finished repaying the debt due to the reward, and now I continue to pay off the previous monthly ticket debt; wow, he is indeed an honest author...