50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 259 PY Transaction
Once the agreement was reached, the two became acquainted and shared a sip of coffee from the table.

Sun Zhiwei then took out the fine wine he had prepared beforehand as a gift for his business partner.

The deal has been reached, but we still need to go through the formalities properly; the transaction still needs to have a written contract.

Just as he was about to say goodbye to Sean Carr and go back to prepare the contract and the ship, Sean Carr suddenly called him back.

"Our deputy captain wants to see you."

Although he had heard last night that the vice-captain was going to meet with the recycling company, he still showed a surprised expression at this moment.

"The vice-captain doesn't know you. He just wants to meet with the recyclers, anyone will do."

"Since we've decided to make the deal, then you'll be the recycling merchant."

"Alright, then I'll go see the first mate."

Sun Zhiwei was then taken into the base, where they took an electric vehicle to the deputy captain's office at the base port.

Sun Zhiwei clearly saw the words "Captain" written on the office sign.

This isn't the vice-captain's office, but the captain's. It seems this vice-captain is certain the captain who was taken away won't be coming back.

Sean Carr knocked on the door and went in to report before leading Sun Zhiwei in. He then came out and closed the door from the outside.

As he closed the door, he gave Sun Zhiwei a meaningful look.

Sun Zhiwei certainly knew what he meant: to keep the transaction confidential.

In the office, the deputy captain was reclining on a high-backed sofa chair, his leather shoes sticking up to the table.

Upon seeing Sun Zhiwei enter, the deputy captain didn't waste any words and went straight to the point.

“George, right? I have a deal for you. If you help me complete it, you will be the Third Fleet’s designated recycler from now on.”

Sun Zhiwei knew what he wanted to do, but he couldn't agree immediately, otherwise he would be a fool.

"May I ask who you are?" The vice-captain knew what he was asking.

"My father was Vice Admiral Karen of the Third Pacific Fleet."

I understand. This is Vincent Karen, the son of Lieutenant General Karen.

“George Wilson is at your service.” Sun Zhiwei’s face lit up with surprise, then he bowed respectfully and readily agreed to the deal.

Whatever the deal, befriending the son of a fleet commander is never a bad thing.

“Very well, Mr. George. Let’s talk about this deal.”

"There is a batch of damaged fighter jets that need to be recovered, but I heard that many of the aircraft's equipment and fuel are highly toxic and cannot be dismantled directly."

Sun Zhiwei had already read that nonsensical report and naturally knew what he wanted, so he immediately chimed in.

“That’s right, this is no small matter. The Atmospheric Evolution Act will not allow it; haphazardly handling damaged fighter jets will land you in jail.”

"Moreover, the Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) is not to be trifled with now. I heard that the EPA has the support of several members of Congress."

“Very good, it seems you understand my predicament, Mr. George. Then this contract for the environmentally friendly dismantling and harmless disposal of the damaged fighter jets is yours.”

"Thank you for your support, Captain Vincent. Your ideas will be fully implemented by us."

"So, let's talk about the price. How much do you think it would cost to safely dismantle a fighter jet?"

"It depends on what kind of fighter jet it is, as well as the extent and location of the damage."

"Is it that troublesome?" Captain Vincent asked, frowning. Sun Zhiwei, seeing that he wanted the money but was afraid of the trouble, felt contempt for him, but he wanted to secure the order.

If he could become the designated recycling provider for the Third Fleet, not to mention making money, the policy support alone would be enough to make him incredibly wealthy.

“It’s not troublesome. I can give you an on-site estimate, and you can just copy it down into the report.”

"Alright, I'll have someone take you there right away."

After saying that, Captain Vincent shouted outside, "Lieutenant Sean, take George to see the damaged plane."

Sean Carr, who was waiting outside, had no idea what the two were talking about. At this moment, he received orders to take Sun Zhiwei to Pier 3, where the Nimitz was located.

Next to the dock is a place that used to store shipping containers, but it is now filled with a large pile of warship wreckage.

This includes more than just the 10 aircraft damaged in the Nimitz accident.

Norfolk's history as a naval base dates back to 1910, and it has been home to the Atlantic Fleet since the advent of carrier-based aircraft.

There are countless pieces of aircraft wreckage lost throughout history due to various battles, accidents, and other reasons.

The valuable parts from the early days were taken away, and now there are still no fewer than 100 basically intact aircraft wrecks piled up here.

The newest items are the wreckage of the ten aircraft that were just dropped from the Nimitz.

Sun Zhiwei was interested in all the wreckage here, but the previous ones were not under Lieutenant Colonel Vincent's jurisdiction, so he could only deal with these ten for the time being.

He quickly inspected the ten aircraft, and the most severely damaged of them was the EA-6B electronic warfare aircraft.

Its two wings were burned to a pile of rubble, and the fuselage was broken into several pieces, but the nose was still relatively intact, and there was still a lot of good equipment inside. If you take any one of these items back home, the country will give you credit.

The other nine fighter jets looked gruesome, but their actual damage was not as severe as that of the EA-6B.

Half an hour later, Sun Zhiwei returned to the lieutenant colonel's office: "Lieutenant colonel, there are three of the most polluting parts of an aircraft."

The severity of these pollution sources, from highest to lowest, is as follows:

The first location is the EPU emergency power supply unit, which contains 25 liters of highly toxic and flammable H-70 hydrazine fuel.

The second issue is the hydraulic fluid throughout the aircraft. This fluid contains many toxic substances, such as benzene, which are difficult to decompose.

The third issue is that airplane fuel can pollute the soil and water.

"I see. So, does it cost $50 per aircraft to break down and dispose of the wreckage?"

"What? Lieutenant Colonel, are you kidding me? $50 is not enough to make these harmless."

"To completely render these fighter jets harmless, it would cost an average of about $150 million to $200 million per aircraft."

"That's great." The lieutenant colonel was excited when he heard that it would cost so much money. He didn't care about pollution at all, as long as he could make money.

Sun Zhiwei's claim of pollution is true, but he doesn't care whether Bald Eagle's territory is polluted or not.

The two hit it off immediately and began their face-to-face transaction.

“George, it’s just the two of us here, so we can have an open and honest talk.”

“Lieutenant Colonel, I felt an instant connection with you the moment I saw you; it was just a gut feeling.”

"Haha, I think so too. It seems we'll reach some consensus today."

(End of this chapter)