50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 375 Asking for a Fight
Sun Zhiwei was quite surprised to see Lao Han take the walkie-talkie out of the drawer.

"I thought he took it back to China. Captain Wang is a man of principle."

As he spoke, he reached for the walkie-talkie on the table, but when he tried to pull it out, it wouldn't budge.

"Old Han, what are you doing?" Sun Zhiwei looked helplessly at Old Han's hand that was pressing down on the walkie-talkie.

"Give me the registration form to sign. Captain Wang repeatedly told me to do this before he left."

Hearing this, Sun Zhiwei felt a little embarrassed. He realized that his petty behavior back then was now being returned to him.

"How could Captain Wang think like that? I can't possibly ask him for another one."

While complaining, Sun Zhiwei reached into his inner pocket and took out the neatly folded supplies registration form.

"Hmph, don't you know that yourself?" Old Han quickly signed the document before letting go.

"Hey, Lao Han, could you help me apply to go to Annam?"

When Lao Han saw that he had changed the subject, he didn't press the matter further, but asked in surprise, "What are you doing over there? A fight is about to break out there."

"I'll only go when the fight is about to start. It's a rare opportunity, and I can't miss it."

Old Han stared at him with interest for a few moments after hearing what he said.

"I heard that you used to refuse to join the army no matter what, but now that you're older, why did you suddenly become so open-minded?"

"What do you mean I'd rather die than go? It's just that the time isn't right yet."

"Now that the opportunity has come, I will naturally fight for my country."

"Pshaw, you're kidding me. Come up with a decent reason, or your application is doomed."

"why?"

"Why? Several regions are vying for it, when will it be your turn? Go take a break."

Sun Zhiwei knew that what Lao Han said was true. At present, there were letters of request to join the fight in the country, and those who could be in the first wave were all elites.

Later, due to the fierce competition, they had to arrange for a rotation system.

If he wants his application to join the fight to be approved, he must find another way.

After thinking for a moment, he said to Old Han:
"Old Han, you should apply to the higher-ups and say that I have a way to get 2000 planes for Annam."

When Lao Han heard his words, his eyes, which were looking at the documents, suddenly snapped up: "Don't spout nonsense. The war is about to start. Talking nonsense will get you court-martialed."

"Don't talk nonsense. As long as there are enough time bombs, I have a way to take out at least 80% of their fighter jets."

"Time bombs? Those are for special operations; there probably aren't many at home."

"It doesn't need to be too advanced. A simple bomb made from a watch or an alarm clock and a piece of explosive will do. It doesn't need to be powerful. It's enough to damage a small part."

"What are you going to use this for?"

"Old Han, you should know that Annam's fighter jets are made by all sorts of countries, right?"

"Yeah, I know, so what's wrong now?"

"They don't have any spare parts. If even one small part breaks, all those planes are just for show."

Old Han thought what he said made sense and also thought this method was good.

"Are you really confident? If it's too dangerous, then forget it. We're guaranteed to win against the monkeys. The higher-ups must have other ways to deal with their air force."

"Comrade Han, war is a matter of great importance to the nation, a matter of life and death. We cannot rely on wishful thinking."

"I think you should apply for it for me. My plan doesn't require many resources, so it can be a backup plan."

"Alright, I'll apply for it for you right now." Soon, Sun Zhiwei's letter of request to join the fight was written. After Lao Han signed and confirmed it, he took the letter to Ambassador Mu for his signature.

Once the embassy's procedures are completed, this letter of request to join the fight will be sent back to China via the fast track.

"Alright, go back and wait. I'll let you know as soon as I have any news."

Time was running out, but Sun Zhiwei couldn't rush things; he could only wait.

If his application is approved, he will be leaving again soon.

So, starting the next day, he began working overtime to process the backlog of appointments for appraisals.

The busy three days passed quickly, and he had finished processing all the appointment orders. Just then, he received the notification that his application to join the fight had been approved.

Sun Zhiwei immediately reverted to his original demeanor and entered the office building through the main entrance.

This time, he will return through official channels under the guise of a staff member. Flights to China have resumed, and this time it's a direct flight to Beijing, which is much faster than if he used an alias and transited through another country.

Given his status, he would bring back a lot of foreign goods when he returned to China. Sun Zhiwei hadn't been home for so long, so of course he would do the same.

It's about blending in with the crowd. If everyone else invites you but you don't, wouldn't that make them feel awkward?

He hadn't expected any of this; it was Lao Han who had prepared a batch of things for him in advance.

This included a large bundle of plastic bags, several plastic basins, two sets of plastic pencil cases, a large bag of chocolates, and two bottles of whiskey.

When Sun Zhiwei saw what Lao Han had chosen for him, he knew that it was a thoughtful preparation.

He had never even thought of plastic bags and plastic stationery, especially.

But the truth is, these plastic products are now rare items in China, and they would definitely be popular if you brought them back home.

Because places like stores catering to foreigners may sell chocolates and imported liquors, but they rarely sell these plastic daily necessities.

It's easy to imagine that if any leader approved the use of precious foreign exchange to import plastic bags, they would be drowned in criticism.

Sun Zhiwei accepted the favor and kept everything that Lao Han had prepared.

Of course, money has to be paid.

Old Han's salary is only so much, and his usual expenses for entertaining guests are also high. If a millionaire like him needs others to pay for his expenses, then he's really not a good person.

Actually, when he saw the gift Lao Han had prepared, he had some other thoughts in his mind.

Three years ago, when he was returning to China from London, he passed by a small border train station and managed to get two boxes of stockings. He later gave them to Tong Jiajia when he got home and received a warm welcome.

He plans to use the same trick again this time, and he's sure it will have a miraculous effect.

There are also small black-and-white televisions. Those things are sold in China, but he doesn't have a ticket. Bringing one back now is no big deal.

His direct supervisors should already know that he's quite wealthy. As long as he doesn't act too outrageously when he gets back, no one should mind if he buys a few small things to take home.

After confirming with the embassy that his flight back to China would be that evening, Sun Zhiwei quickly ran out to buy things.

A whole box of stockings is a must-buy, and a small TV is also necessary; nothing else is needed.

Three suitcases were just right. Other comrades usually only had two or three suitcases when they returned to China, so he followed the crowd and didn't attract attention.

That evening, he boarded the plane with three suitcases, and more than ten hours later, the plane arrived at Beijing Airport in the early morning.

Because he was carrying three large suitcases, he couldn't go back to the ministry first; that would attract too much attention. His colleagues shared the same thought.

After getting off the plane and collecting their luggage, everyone hailed a tricycle to take their luggage home.

(End of this chapter)