50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 275 Who can't argue?

Sun Zhiwei surfaced from underwater, immediately looked around, and finding no boats in sight, turned and launched the speedboat.

As long as he wasn't directly seen, he climbed onto the speedboat and immediately changed out of his diving suit.

He then took out a radio from the speedboat and began sending messages.

There were two telegrams in total. The first one was about the mission: "The child has arrived in the South China Sea and is on his way home."

The second letter detailed the collision between two foreign submarines in our own waters, requesting a decision from higher authorities.

He knows these older generation revolutionaries all too well; they'd be fools not to take advantage of a good deal.

Even knowing that they couldn't keep these two submarines even if they got their hands on them, they would still gain something if the scientists at the research institute could just take a look at them. What's more, they could do whatever they wanted with them.

In Beijing, Xu Yimin received the telegram immediately. He had anticipated the first one, since the previous telegram had been received long ago, and Qingdao had made detailed preparations.

The second letter surprised him; it was like finding money on the street—he was incredibly lucky.

He immediately contacted his superiors and reported the South China Sea collision incident.

I heard that two of the most advanced Soviet/American H submarines were damaged in their own waters and have lost contact with the outside world.

That's like a piece of fatty meat that's practically in your mouth; you have to cut off a piece to taste it.

Immediately, the authorities mobilized rescue forces and rushed to the scene, accompanied by two large tugboats.

Three days later, all the crew members of both submarines were rescued and brought back to the southern base by the rescue team.

The local troops provided them with good food and drink, arranged treatment for the wounded, and even organized a basketball game to liven things up.

In short, we should make them so happy that they forget about home, and delay the inevitable for as long as possible.

The two damaged submarines were transported overnight to a nearby shipyard, where submarine experts from all over the country, who had been flown in by military aircraft overnight, had gathered.

They planned to study these two advanced submarines as quickly as possible, absorbing as much experience as possible.

Due to the special nature of submarines, it is common for them to be out of contact for weeks or even months.

The higher-ups aren't stupid; they won't proactively admit that we rescued people and took the boat. If no one asks, they'll pretend they don't know.

Of course, it's impossible to completely hide it.

On such a busy shipping lane, two dilapidated H submarines floated on the surface of the sea, attracting many onlookers.

In short, pretend you don't know before you're asked, but once you're asked and can't hide it anymore, you have to investigate, and then a few days later you'll say it was a local rescue team that went to rescue you.

Next, it will be time for the foreign affairs department to step up its efforts.

Bickering is a traditional skill; everyone knows how to do it. But these foreign friends are expert-level bickering masters.

Once we acknowledge that we have the person in our hands, we still need to negotiate with both parties about the rescue fees, medical expenses, and food expenses. Bargaining takes time.

Even after the negotiations are finalized, they still need to collect the money before sending the person away.

As for the two dilapidated ships, they say they don't have a 10,000-ton crane and can't move them, using various excuses to delay. Eventually, they can't delay any longer, and it will probably be three to five months later.

By then, we'd probably dismantled and examined everything that could be dismantled in our house, and even drawn up the blueprints. The two wrecked ships wouldn't be of much value anymore, and we might even be able to squeeze some money out of them for safekeeping.

Leaving aside the 'tug-of-war rescue operation' in the South China Sea, Sun Zhiwei immediately drove his speedboat to the nearest military base after sending the telegram. He needed to borrow a military aircraft to get back to Qingdao first; if he took the train, at the current speed, he wouldn't arrive even next week.

The 400-kilometer journey is not short. Sun Zhiwei drove the speedboat like an airship and managed to reach the Yulin Naval Base in 4 hours.

When he drove his speedboat into the military dock, he nearly triggered the base's alarm.

After all, no one had ever seen anyone force their way through a naval port like that before. It was only because the guards on duty hesitated for a moment that things didn't get out of control.

Then, when they saw the speedboat parked at a berth on the side and a figure in military uniform getting off, the alarm was no longer needed.

The military uniforms are easy to recognize, so the guards only rushed over to inquire about the situation when they saw them, instead of immediately sounding the alarm.

"Comrade, this is a naval port, we can't just dock here."

"My name is Sun Zhiwei. This is my identification. Please inform your supervisor that I have something important to report."

After communication, the guard helped him get in touch with the base leadership.

Once he met the person in charge, things became much easier, and he immediately revealed his identity. He thought that with the foreign identification he had, he could obtain strong support from the Yulin base.

As it turned out, his title as a naval son-in-law was more effective, as his father-in-law still held considerable prestige within the navy.

One hour later, a military transport plane took Sun Zhiwei to Qingdao.

He didn't know how the preparations for the family's secret submarine dock were going, and if things weren't going well, he would have to offer some suggestions.

The base leaders here weren't at a disadvantage either, because they received advance notice and made a phone call to their superiors, easily snatching the mission that hadn't even been released yet.

Meanwhile, as Sun Zhiwei was rushing to catch his flight, the "Memphis" was still more than 500 kilometers away from Hong Kong Island.

The four men in the submarine strictly followed Sun Zhiwei's previous orders, following a 10,000-ton cargo ship that had just arrived, and encountered no danger along the way.

The Memphis detached from the cargo ship and turned north along the coastline after approaching Hong Kong Island the next day.

Once they reached the nearshore waters, Swordfish proved invaluable. As a seasoned navigator, he was intimately familiar with the shipping lanes along the domestic coastline.

With the Swordfish at its helm, the Memphis cruised along the winding coastline.

Although the route was rugged, they never encountered any enemy submarines, making their safety level extremely high.

This is the typical operating style of our submarine officers and soldiers: prioritizing mission objectives above all else, and never taking risks in order to accomplish the mission.

This is completely different from Sun Zhiwei's unorthodox command style. This is because Sun Zhiwei has the space to back him up, and he can overturn the table at any time.

Just like those two submarines, once they enter his firing range, they're easy prey.

He doesn't care what you are; with a single spatial cut, he can blow up an aircraft carrier.

Others, lacking the spatial advantages, cannot replicate his style. Even if they manage to imitate it, they will lack the means to cope with dangerous situations and may even cause trouble.

Half a day later, after refueling along the way, Sun Zhiwei arrived safely at the Qingdao base.

As soon as he got off the plane, Xiang Yi dragged him to the leader's office, where his father-in-law was waiting for him.

(End of this chapter)