Rebirth of the Flying Era

  Chapter 1113 The Whereabouts of Emperor Xuan

  Feeling that the speedboat started to accelerate again, Lou Hongyi breathed a sigh of relief.

   Until the next morning, the sky was already bright.

  The ship arrived in the Vietnam Sea.

  Lou Hongyi slept in a daze for several hours in the second half of last night.

   At this time, come to the deck to get some air.

   If there is no accident, it will take more than an hour to arrive in Da Nang.

  But at this time, a puff of black smoke suddenly appeared behind the sea level in front.

  The complexion of the boss of the ship changed, and he ran over immediately: "Mr. Lou, it may be a warship from South Vietnam, what should we do?"

  Lou Hongyi frowned and said, "Can you go around?"

  The boss of the boat thought for a while and said, "It's okay to go around, but now it's dawn, and it will definitely be discovered."

  Lou Hongyi pondered and said: "Uh... then forget it, just go, if you intercept it, stop."

  The boss of the boat agreed, but he was a little guilty. Could it be that Mr. Lou could enjoy himself in South Vietnam?

   At this moment, a section of chimney has emerged from under the black smoke over there, followed by a gray-blue warship.

   Judging by the size, it should be a patrol boat, with a double-mounted turret on the deck.

   found their ship, and immediately adjusted its direction to come up.

   About twenty minutes later, the two sides met face to face.

  The patrol boat on the opposite side fired directly.

   "chug chug~chug chug~"

  The cannon on the turret fired two consecutive bursts, and the shells fell to the side, making big splashes.

  The boss of the boat raised his heart to his throat, then saw the semaphore on the opposite side, and said to Lou Hongyi: "They told us to stop the boat."

  Lou Hongyi said blankly, "Stop the boat."

   Soon the patrol boat came up, the turret pointed to this side, and the rubber boat was lowered at a distance of more than ten meters.

   After a while, four soldiers with live ammunition came over.

   The leader was a small dark-skinned man with big yellow teeth bared. He talked a lot.

   The translator immediately said: "He asked who is the captain."

  The boss of the boat did not dare to speak.

  Lou Hongyi said: "Tell him, I am Saigon National Committee, a friend of General Ruan Qiuyong, let their captain come and talk."

  The boss of the boat on the side listened and swallowed again.

   In my heart, no wonder I dare to walk straight from Xiangjiang.

  Although he has never heard of Ruan Qiuyong, the name of the National Committee is enough to bluff.

  The headed man frowned and hesitated.

  Actually, he didn't know who Ruan Qiuyong was.

  Lou Hongyi saw that he didn't move, so he simply said: "This is not far from Da Nang, Major Wu Chunfu of the Military Supply Department must know~"

  The soldier's expression changed, and he took a step back subconsciously.

   Immediately said a few words to the people around him.

   The two get back into the kayaks to return to the patrol boat.

   Then he said something to Lou Hongyi.

   translated: "He said he didn't know that we are friends of Chief Wu, and their captain will be here soon."

  Lou Hongyi nodded calmly, seeing the power of Major Wu directly for the first time.

   A moment later, the patrol boat approached directly.

  The weather is fine with calm seas.

  The two ships are not big ships, and they didn't approach them before because they were afraid of an ambush.

  In the sea, anything can happen.

  Getting on the springboard, a middle-aged man with a big belly in his forties came over.

  Big snub nose, wearing toad mirrors, he laughed out loud as soon as he came up, "Wow, Lei Hao~ I heard that he is a friend of Brother Ang." He actually spoke proficient Cantonese.

  Lou Hongyi was taken aback for a moment, then laughed, and greeted this person.

   Immediately winked at Lao Wang next to him.

  Old Wang immediately came up to him, and slipped a roll of things to the other party without any trace.

  The captain held it in his hand and glanced at it.

  The green ones are all US dollar bills, all with a face value of one hundred dollars, about two thousand.

   This amount of money is not small, but it is not much.

  Lou Hongyi smiled and said: "Be careful, make friends, and when you arrive in Da Nang, ask Lao Wu to drink tea together."

  The captain put the money in his pocket, but he was a little more polite.

   This amount of money is very particular, it can't be too little, and it can't be too much.

   If there are too many, the other party will wonder if Lou Hongyi is pulling a big banner as a tiger's skin.

  Major Wu's friends don't need to look at his face.

  According to the rules, taking money is for face, and if there is too much, it will be a guilty conscience.

   After a while, the two ships separated.

  Lou Hongyi's speedboat accelerated again.

  After passing this level, we finally arrived in Da Nang at 9 am.

  Because we had contacted in advance, someone contacted me at the port.

  Lou Hongyi stepped onto the pier smoothly, when suddenly there was a "rumbling" sound from his head.

  Lou Hongyi raised his head and set up a pergola to look.

  Dozens of planes flew densely in the sky.

   It should have just taken off at a nearby airport, a total of three batches, passing overhead.

  Seeing this scene, even Lou Hongyi, who is well-informed, could not help being shocked.

   It was the first time he saw so clearly, so many jet fighters flying past at low altitude.

  On the pier, other Vietnamese people are used to it, numb and doing their own thing.

  Major Wu sent a very well-dressed young man in a clean suit, who was incompatible with the messy environment on the pier.

   "Mr. Lou, please get in the car~" The young man took several people out of the pier. Lou Hongyi got into a French Citroen sedan, and the others were in open jeeps.

  The young man introduced himself as Ruan Jinyong, Wu Chunfu's brother-in-law, who once studied in the United States.

  Lou Hongyi noticed that when he mentioned the good land, his eyes gleamed unconsciously, with an undisguised longing, as if it was heaven.

  Lou Hongyi calmly remembered this person.

   At the same time, far away in the capital.

  Du Fei accidentally received a call from someone.

   "Hey, Vincent, my friend, I'm so glad to hear from you!"

   Du Fei smiled and exchanged greetings, and he was in a very good mood.

  Every time Vincent called, it was to send him money.

   But today seems different.

  Vincent said: "Du, you have to thank me this time and treat me to roast duck."

   Du Fei was whetted by him, and said with a smile, "Of course."

  Vincent restrained his joking tone, and said in a deep voice: "Listen, my friend, you may be in big trouble."

   Du Fei frowned and listened silently.

  Vincent continued: "There is a man named Wang Xuan, you must know him~"

  Du Fei's eyes were fixed.

   Wang Xuan had an arm cut off by Zhang Qiling last time, after he ran away, there was no news.

   A lot of forces were dispatched to search for several days, but there was still no result.

  Du Fei estimated that he had probably escaped.

   Now it seems that he guessed right.

   "Wang Xuan? What happened to him?" Du Fei asked back.

  Vincent said: "Du, some things are not secrets, you understand."

  Du Fei was silent.

  Vincent obviously knew about the incident between Wang Xuan and Master Zhang a while ago.

   "We are friends~" Vincent continued: "So when I found this person, I immediately thought of you."

  Du Fei said: "He went to Xiangjiang?"

  Vincent said: "Yes, but unfortunately, it was already three days ago. He didn't stop, only stayed for one day, and then transferred to Manila."

  Du Fei pondered: "Go to Luzon?"

  Vincent didn't keep it secret this time: "No, he changed planes in Manila and finally landed in Jakarta..."

   "Inkpad?"

  Du Fei did not expect that Wang Xuan would hide there.

   Originally, he thought that after Wang Xuan escaped, there was a high probability that he would return to Yizhou.

   Now it seems that the situation is more complicated than expected.

  Wang Xuan is a descendant of the Wang family, and he is best at hiding behind the scenes and making trouble.

  Du Fei had a premonition that this guy had no good intentions in going to Nanyang.

   Sure enough, Vincent said again: "Do you know? Who will pick him up when he arrives in Jakarta?"

  Du Fei's heart trembled, and he asked, "Who is it?"

  Vincent said: "Su Bian, Suharto's nephew, secretary of the National Defense Security Committee..."

   Following a series of titles, Du Fei's face became more and more gloomy.

  In these years, Subian has played the role of a vanguard for Suharto's various evil deeds.

  Wang Xuan went to look for him, without thinking about it, he definitely didn't hold his fart well.

  Du Fei couldn't help thinking.

Vincent was not in a hurry to speak, until he was silent for two minutes, as if the phone had been hung up, before talking about another matter: "By the way, there is one more thing, how is your tank production line doing? Several customers in Africa have heard that it is the most advanced tank of Sugoose, and they are very interested."

  Du Fei understood as soon as he heard it, this product must have changed the concept secretly.

   Didn’t say that Du Fei imitated it here, but just vaguely passed it on, making the buyer think it was from the original Sugoose factory.

  As the old saying goes, a person's name is the shadow of a tree.

   Now, Su Goose is a gold-lettered signboard, and it can be sold at a good price.

   And through this method, Vincent can get an additional price difference.

  Du Fei knew it well, but he didn't dislike this approach.

  It is their ability to fool those black uncles.

  Du Fei said: "This must be no problem! The first batch of tanks is almost off the production line. But now the order is placed, and the delivery will be next year at the earliest..."

  Vincent gritted his teeth when he heard it, "Next year?"

  Du Fei laughed and said: "Actually, it's not impossible to advance ahead of time, it depends on their sincerity."

  Vincent understood immediately, and couldn't help but "Fuck".

  But after thinking about it again, he eats poor information, and Du Fei eats production scheduling and price increases. Each earns his own money, which is very fair.

  doing business~

   Earn money, not shabby.

Unexpectedly, Du Fei had the following text: "By the way, you said that among these customers, few of them know how to drive and maintain? I can provide training. The teacher is a regular military school teacher. The tuition fee is only 1,000 U.S. dollars per person. Board and lodging, teaching and meeting included, I won’t be able to learn this semester, but I will learn for free next time..."

   Du Fei blah blah blah.

   After listening to it, Vincent almost blurted out the phrase profiteer.

   This is really catching a toad and urinating.

   The tuition fee of one thousand dollars is not cheap, but the tank is bought, and it is still short of it.

   And Du Fei also mentioned that they can be taught simple maintenance techniques.

  For those small warlords who have separatist regimes, this is the real benefit.

  It is not difficult to drive a tank, but it is not easy to repair it.

  Spent hundreds of thousands of dollars to buy back the tank, because of a small problem, it was lying down.

  The crew members, who don’t know how to repair, stare blankly, that’s the biggest loss.

  Du Fei here, there are four people in a car group, ten tanks, and ten car groups, that's forty people.

   It can't be Ding Kemao yet.

   After all, the tank is an iron guy, and it is possible to repair it if it is damaged in battle.

   People are not so skinny anymore.

   It stands to reason that ten tanks must be equipped with at least twenty crew members.

   At critical times, people wait for the bus, don't let the car wait for people.

   This is eighty people.

  The tuition fee for one person is 1,000, and the tuition fee for 80 students is 80,000 U.S. dollars.

   Enough for New Oriental School’s annual expenses, and everything else is a net profit.

  (end of this chapter)