What the hell is a private enterprise?

Chapter 198 Favor
The seven people climbed onto the ship using a rope ladder, but when they went down, they all chose to take the elevator.

Watching the group leave with small, quick steps, Doctor A nudged Doctor B beside him:

How many layers of gloves did you wear?

"Ninth floor."

"Nine floors?!"

Doctor A gasped. Just thinking about how thick that thing must be sent chills down his spine, and he couldn't help but feel pity for it.

At this moment, Doctor B took off his hat, revealing his bald head, raised his right hand, and called out:
Amitabha Buddha.

He is a doctor, but also a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine. He was a lay disciple of the Shaolin Temple and mastered the essence of hard qigong and one-finger Zen. His Vajra Finger can penetrate wood three inches deep, and he can even poke a hole in a stone with his finger.

He was already feeling the strain from practicing his internal energy seven times in a row.

However, it is a good thing that the seven benefactors were able to reform their ways.

For Smith and the other six, the subsequent procedures went very smoothly.

Chen Yonggui gave them the medical examination report with a look of disgust, and then readily let them go.

However, the group stood together on the boat, none of them daring to sit down easily.

Suha was somewhat disoriented, feeling as if all the strength had been drained from his body.

That moment felt like being hit by a train; he was so shaken that he didn't regain consciousness until he disembarked.

If I had known, I definitely wouldn't have boarded the ship.

“Mr. Smith…”

"Leave me alone."

The group fell into a deathly silence again, not even realizing when the lifeboat had run aground on the reef and stopped.

Marino, who was on the ship, had just finished a phone call with Tang Wen and was memorizing his lines to prepare for his performance. He lowered the rope ladder to pull people up.

However, after he put it down for a while, the seven people just stood there looking up at him.

"Hey, thanks, come on up."

Suha: "I'm not coming up, you come down and carry it."

Marino looked at them strangely, but didn't notice anything unusual. He shook his head and said:
"Have you forgotten? We can't go down, otherwise it would be illegal immigration. Why don't you send someone up?"

"We're not going up either."

Marino: ? ?
Is this reasonable?

After the people below had recovered for a while, a gifted individual grabbed the rope ladder and was hoisted up by Marino and the others, then stood up awkwardly.

Marino tilted his head: "Um, are you guys tired?"

"Damn it, you'd better not know."

……

Marino had already memorized the script and was ready to give a superb performance.

But after his former boss, Suha, and his colleague Smith unloaded the goods, they left in a hurry without saying much.

This left Marino completely bewildered. Shouldn't he be criticized for being a traitor, and then given both rewards and punishments, ultimately negotiating with the sailors to secure terms and temporarily stabilize the situation?
You just came to deliver something and then left?

He didn't come to his senses until the small boat slowly sailed away.

Thinking of the seven people's awkwardness just now, Marino immediately remembered what Tang Wen had said before.

Even Commissioner Smith was defeated; Geigin is terrifying indeed.

……

The following evening, Chen Yonggui's compassionate face appeared on the CCTV news:
"Upholding the spirit of human rights and the health of those trapped, we actively cooperated with this rescue and transport operation and provided assistance to the rescuers to the best of our ability."

Gaijin Fishery is a responsible and accountable private enterprise that always prioritizes safety and health.

The footage was shot from the ship, with three destroyers in the background and the small HMAS Aila in the foreground. The three warships, flying gold-plated "G" flags, looked imposing, creating a stark contrast with the HMAS Aila, making the difference in strength immediately apparent.

It is certainly necessary to explain why a private company owns what appears to be a warship, and the existence of the Dongjiang Maritime Joint Defense Team has been officially announced, along with an explanation of the origin and composition of the ships.

The tourists who were most excited after learning the truth were those who had previously visited the Greater Bay Area tourist area, as most of them had boarded several warships.

Even if the scenic area advertises that the warships are real, they still think it's just a publicity stunt, and that the so-called warships are just cement models or replicas.

Gaijin, are you serious?!

The internet, which reacts fastest to public opinion, and DaWang BBS, which had previously launched online ticket booking, immediately ignited the topic.

【Azure Sea and Blue Sky: I've been aboard the Twin Moon Cruiser! The scenic area's description says it's a replica of the Agano-class Yahagi, and I even fired an 888-yuan firework!】
At the time, I felt that the organization inside looked so real, I didn't expect it to be true!
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Because Tang Wen achieved miracles through sheer financial resources, Song Nan devised a simple image compression algorithm for the BBS, granting registered users the right to post images, which greatly increased activity.

The internet today has no restrictions; you can post whatever you want.

The picture shows a middle-aged man holding a cannonball, wearing a small white hat and standing in front of the camera grinning foolishly, with the turret structure behind him clearly visible.

After netizens who had been there posted pictures, experts quickly recognized the place:

[Wolf on the Road: I work at a shipyard. I've seen the development of a new type of naval gun before. The mechanisms in the pictures seem to be real, not just decorations.]

[Wind Chime: The battleship catalog I collected seems to have interior images of the Agano. I'll go look for it; it looks authentic.]

[Fire Blue Blade: Former Jiangmen naval gunner passing by, I can assure you it's true.]

[Wolf Walks the World: Who's behind Gaijin Company? A private company actually owns warships! Will online pre-sales still be available next time? I definitely have to book one!]

[Tang Family Eldest Son: @WolfWalkingTheWorld, stop spreading rumors! Those are just props in the scenic area, and the cannon is just for decoration.]

[Azure Sea and Blue Sky: @Young Master Tang has captured the moderator! When will Urban God of War update? Did President Su fall in love with the divine doctor in the end?]

[shipship: @TangjiaDashao I wrote a fanfic about the blocking and interference of the entire item, could you please pin it to the top?]

Tang Wen has become a forum celebrity due to the high quality of his posts and his occasional use of popular but unseen slang, such as "Holy crap," "That's it?" and "Little black guy showing his chicken feet." His appearances always attract a lot of replies.

Tang Wen quickly exited and moved to the casual chat section, then was taken aback.

The first post in the chat section was a picture of black stockings. Although the clarity was appalling and the legs, which were not photoshopped, were not exactly aesthetically pleasing, it was still surprising.

As expected, lewdness is an eternal theme; as soon as the permission to post pictures was opened, lewd pictures naturally appeared.

The internet in China is still in its wild stage, without a large influx of capital. DaWang BBS has been left to its own devices and has surprisingly become the number one forum in China.

After all, without any profit, only Tang Wen could afford investments of tens of millions, which is a considerable sum now.

Moreover, due to the marginal effect, DaWang BBS's popularity is rapidly expanding, constantly attracting the majority of campus users, and its content is constantly being enriched, barely achieving a semblance of prosperity.

Tang Wen was about to click in and take a closer look when the phone rang.

"Hello? Is this Brother Tang? It's me, Lao Wang. Is it a convenient time for you to talk now?"

A typical image of a bald man flashed through Tang Wen's mind. Who else could it be but Wang Hu?

"it's me."

There was a visibly relieved sound on the other end of the phone, followed by Wang Hu's pleading voice:

"Brother, I've run into some trouble and need your help. I'll owe you a favor in the future."

“Mr. Wang, you know I don’t get involved in these things.”

Tang Wen frowned. His attitude towards Wang Hu was to watch him live, watch him become rich, and watch him die.

He didn't want to know what kind of trouble it was, nor did he care about any favors.

Each era has its limitations, and each of them has their own fate.

But Wang Hu's next words made him change his mind.

(End of this chapter)