The crowd burst into laughter, and Xuanzi was speechless, but seeing Liu Ziguang and Li Jianguo both laughing and saying nothing, he suffered the loss of being dumb and said, "Come on, I'm just a braggart, what can you do to me.
"
Everyone laughed again. The story Xuanzi told them before was too unbelievable. How could Brother Liu imitate Brother Ma on the streets of an overseas casino to shoot people with two guns, intercept drug dealers halfway, and deal with hundreds of people in the jungle alone?
The warlords were armed, and even a few of Xuanzi's good friends didn't believe it, thinking that he was frightened. This time, the "truth" told by Liu Ziguang himself was the answer they were willing to believe.
"Awesome king, three drinks as a penalty!" a friend suggested, and everyone responded. Xuanzi asked the waiter to bring three drinking glasses, filled them with white wine, stood up and said to Liu Ziguang and Li Jianguo: "Two brothers, my
You guys saved my life, so I don’t say thank you for my kindness, I don’t say anything, it’s all in the wine.” After saying that, he raised his neck and drank the wine in the glass, followed by a second glass and a third glass.
After three glasses of wine, everyone cheered loudly, each filled his glass with wine, and took turns to toast Brother Liu and Brother Jianguo, leaving the shocked protagonist Xuanzi aside.
He came over and said, "Xuanzi, I believe you, how about we go to that place again for a walk sometime."
Xuanzi quickly shook his head: "I won't even go to that lousy place a second time."
After drinking and eating, several good brothers sat together to smoke and take a rest. Liu Ziguang said: "I have some things over there. I have to go over there soon to find a car and bring my things back."
Xuanzi said: "How many tons of cargo? I'll find a way to find a truck."
"It's a big thing, something twelve meters long, it doesn't seem to weigh much."
"It's not short, what kind of object is it?"
"airplane."
Bei Xiaoshuai burst into laughter: "Brother Guang, what kind of plane are you planning?"
Liu Ziguang said seriously: "It's not me who makes airplanes, it's your father who makes airplanes."
Bei Xiaoshuai said: "What does it have to do with my dad?"
Liu Ziguang said: "Uncle Bei was a soldier in the Air Force before he was transferred to the Air Force. Before he was transferred to the Air Force, he was a soldier in the terminal repair shop, right?"
Bei Xiaoshuai said: "That's right, my dad used to repair airplanes... I wonder, Brother Guang, you didn't really build an airplane, did you?"
Liu Ziguang smiled mysteriously: "You'll know when the time comes. Uncle Bei's work will be left to you. The sooner the better, the plane will be damaged if it is parked in the mountains in the wind and rain."
"Okay, leave this matter to me." Bei Xiaoshuai said happily.
Liu Ziguang said to Xuanzi again: "It is a domestic Y-5 aircraft. Check the specific dimensions and weight online and arrange for a suitable truck to be driven to Yunnan. It is best to have a sealed compartment. This thing is too eye-catching and will be seen by others."
not good."
After making some arrangements, Liu Ziguang took a taxi home and saw Uncle Guo's car repair stall on the way. He got out of the car and went over to say hello. When Uncle Guo saw it was Liu Ziguang, he quickly took off his spectacles and moved a small bench for him to sit on.
"How's it going? Are you okay?" Uncle Guo asked.
"It's okay, I'm fine." Liu Ziguang said.
"As long as it's okay, the situation over there is more complicated. In the Sangui Zone, your parents were very anxious a few days ago. I also asked someone to inquire about it. Fortunately, you are back. Otherwise, I would have risked my life to kill you.
Get it back."
Liu Ziguang quickly offered a cigarette to Uncle Guo: "Uncle, I have made you worried. It's all my fault. I'm playful and have delayed it for a long time."
Uncle Guo knew what Liu Ziguang was doing, and he rambled on about some life-saving techniques in the tropical jungle. He said that back then, American soldiers wore military boots with steel plates, which were not as useful as Vietnamese sandals, which were made of tire rubber.
Vietnamese sandals are the king of jungle warfare.
The old man liked to chatter when he got older. Liu Ziguang kept nodding and agreeing. Suddenly he remembered something and asked: "Uncle Guo, what kind of military branch were you in when you fought against the United States and aided Vietnam?"
Uncle Guo said: "I was born in the infantry school. I was originally from the army. When we aided Vietnam, we did not dispatch the army, but only some anti-aircraft artillery and air defense troops and engineers. They also wore the uniforms of the North Vietnamese troops, so it is difficult to count.
As for arms, this squadron of ours is a jack-of-all-trades. It can be deployed wherever there is danger and has done all kinds of tasks."
"Are you familiar with airplanes?"
"I know a little bit about the Vietnamese MiGs, the Yankees' Phantoms, and Thunderbolt bombers. The napalm bombs are so powerful that they can burn a person's bones to crisp. In fact, the best support for infantry is not a jet, but a spiral
It is a slow-moving aircraft, equipped with machine guns and rocket nests, and its firepower is quite ferocious. I forgot its name. I only remember that I caught a pilot who flew this kind of aircraft. He was not from the Air Force, but from the Navy."
"Uncle, do you know Yunwu?"
Uncle Guo was stunned and said: "It's very familiar. It's used to train paratroopers. It's a good aircraft, but it's a bit slow."
"Have you ever driven it?"
"No, I'm not a pilot, but I made a mistake some time ago and was fined by my superiors to work as an airport ground handler for four months. I specialize in this kind of aircraft, so I'm quite familiar with it."
Liu Ziguang's eyes lit up and he said: "Uncle, are you interested in going abroad for fun? I will pay for the trip."
…
"Who pays for the travel expenses?" Uncle Bei asked, sipping his drink.
Bei Xiaoshuai said with joy, "Of course we are responsible for taking care of food, housing, entertainment, and business trip allowance, which is five hundred yuan a day."
Uncle Bei pondered for a moment and said, "Actually, I can walk away, but I'm just afraid of your mother..."
Before she finished speaking, Aunt Bei walked in and said, "Go, you both go, I fully support it!"
Uncle Bei, who has always been henpecked, asked with a smile on his face: "Why are you so open-minded this time?"
Aunt Bei said: "You can't go wrong by following this kid Xiaoguang. Have you forgotten about opening a battlefield last time? Xiaoshuai took 50,000 yuan from his family to invest, but you insisted on giving back 40,000 yuan, so in the end he only invested
10,000 yuan, but at the end of the year, I received a bonus of 100,000 yuan. If I invested 50,000 yuan, it would still be half a million yuan!"
When he mentioned this matter, Uncle Bei's intestines turned green with regret, and he quickly said: "As long as you agree, then, hurry up and pack your luggage. As soon as Xiaoguang says hello over there, we'll leave immediately."
Bei Xiaoshuai said: "Old man, don't always think about earning business trip subsidies. I asked you to go as a boss. To tell you the truth, there is an airplane in the mountains over there. The model is either a five-year-old or a six-year-old. Come on.
I'm here, I'm waiting for you to repair it. If you can do it, go ahead. If you can't, don't take this job, it will embarrass me."
"It's Yun Wu." Uncle Bei corrected him. At the same time, he frowned, took out a cigarette, lit it, and began to think deeply.
"Damn kid, what are you talking about? Your dad achieved third-class merit in the army back then. He was rated as advanced every year after entering the factory and was made a model worker. In the entire Chenguang Factory, he was ranked second in terms of technology, and no one dared to be first."
Aunt Bei tapped her son's forehead and taught him a lesson.
"Mom, that's not what I meant. A hero doesn't mention his bravery. Dad has been out of the army for decades. This matter is a big deal. If it can't be repaired and the damage is huge, we can't afford it." Bei Xiaoshuai changed.
He explained with a serious expression.
"Okay, stop talking and let me think about it." Uncle Bei lowered his head and smoked heavily for five minutes. Then he suddenly raised his head and said, "I remember it!"
He got up and walked to the bedroom, opened the chest of drawers and pulled out the clothes inside. After taking out all the clothes, he picked up a piece of yellowed paper from the bottom board and said, "This is it."
Bei Xiaoshuai came over and took a look, and saw that it was a drawing. It had turned yellow due to age, and there were still a few insect-eaten holes.
"Dad, what is this?"
"The Y-5 engine blueprints and whatnot, don't be idle. Take a look at the big closet. At the bottom is the aircraft circuit diagram. I can use it if you dig it out."
The whole family went to work and rummaged through the boxes and finally found a few Yinwu maintenance drawings. Although they were not complete, the most important parts were there. Uncle Bei said: "Although I am old, as long as I have the drawings and tools, there will be no problem!"
Seeing the old man's confident look, the couple smiled happily, and Aunt Bei said, "I'm going to bake pancakes, make twenty kilograms of pancakes, and buy some chili sauce for you two to eat on the way."
Bei Xiaoshuai quickly stopped him: "Mom, please don't. I am also a person with status now. I won't make people laugh to death if I eat this on the road."
Aunt Bei teased: "You little brat still has an identity. You have an ID card and it's more like that."
…
Liu Ziguang has been very busy in the past two days. He lacks professional-level technicians under his command. He is afraid of leaking the news when hiring from outside. Fortunately, Uncle Bei guaranteed that if the tools and spare parts are complete, he will definitely be able to repair it. Besides, Guo also has
The uncle will help and find a few more skilled workers from the factory to help. Even if the aircraft cannot be repaired, they can still take it apart and put it back together. This is enough.
Contacting workers, purchasing tools, and purchasing spare parts from airlines were all handled by people. Liu Ziguang only had to direct them, but there was another thing that he had to do personally, and that was the matter of running for district ** representative.
It is said to be a selection, but in fact there is no suspense. What Liu Ziguang has done for the people in the constituency is obvious to all. Besides, Zhou Wen, the mayor’s secretary, is coordinating, so there is basically no suspense. Originally, he was worried about Ma Boren, the former public security director who was transferred to the **
It will be a hindrance, but it is said that after Director Ma became Deputy Secretary-General Ma, he fell ill and fell ill. He is now on long-term sick leave and never goes to work.
There is no suspense about the election, but it still has to go through the motions. Liu Ziguang appears everywhere and talks cordially with voters. These things alone are very busy.
Finally taking some time, Liu Ziguang went to the head office to find Li Wan. In the president's office, the two of them were speechless. Wei Ziqian quietly closed the door from the outside.
"You...are back." Li Wan said.
"I'm back." Liu Ziguang had a smile on his face and the sun was shining brightly.
Looking at this man who haunted him, Li Wan's heart suddenly trembled, and his father's advice on the phone a few days ago echoed in his mind: "Wan Wan, this man is extremely dangerous, it is best not to have anything to do with him.