What the hell is a private enterprise?

Chapter 292: Unexpected Intrusion
Goose City, a street corner.

Smith resumed his senior agent demeanor, coldly staring at the bruised and battered cattle dealer on the ground, and said in broken Chinese:

"Tickets!"

“Give, give, give…”

The scalper pulled an unused ticket out of his bag. Smith glanced at it several times before pulling his foot away, putting on his hat, and becoming an ordinary foreign tourist.

It's not that he can't afford a ticket, but online ticket booking and purchasing through agents both require real-name registration. Only tickets sold at the Goose City Ticket Center are anonymous, but the queues are very long and inconvenient.

Smith naturally paid a scalper, only to find out that the guy was a fraudster who sold a mix of genuine and fake products, wasting several hours of his time.

After successfully passing through the ticket check and entering, he ignored the commercial area and the childish amusement facilities, bought a bottle of Coke, squeezed his way to the port, and snapped a bunch of photos of the Twin Moons.

However, because there were too many people in line, he went to the flight area instead, only to find that there were even more people there.

Hey, what country are you from?

"rice……?"

Smith turned his head and saw Danny on vacation.

The latter took the initiative to introduce:

“My name is Danny, a former pilot stationed in Europe, and I do odd jobs here.”

"Nice to meet you, Danny. My name is Smith, and I'm also an American doing business here. What country are you from?"

Smith immediately sensed the intelligence and quickly began to build relationships.

He had also worked in Europe for a while and got along very well with Danny.

At this moment, Danny suddenly said:

"Want me to take you for a couple of laps?"

Smith was somewhat surprised: "No need to queue?"

"Don't worry, I have special privileges. You can fly wherever you want, for free."

Smith had no reason to refuse, so he sneaked into the airport and was immediately drawn to the huge B25 on the lawn.

Danny: "You're surprised too, aren't you? But that requires a lot from the pilots and is complicated to operate. It's only for demonstration flights and not open to tourists, but you can go up and take pictures as you please."

"It's actually a model that can fly."

As the two were talking, another TBD accelerated, taxied, and took off, accompanied by gasps from the passengers in the air.

Smith:
Are these the only planes I see here?

"And seaplanes, but I don't like flying those things. How about I take you for a ride on the SBD?"

"Honored."

Smith followed Danny into the hangar and found an SBD with a green indicator sign, meaning maintenance was complete and fuel had been added.

After getting their gear ready, the two cut in line, took off, and circled in the sky for almost an hour before landing.

Smith, having just finished his flight, felt quite excited. Although he hadn't obtained any valuable intelligence, the experience alone was worthwhile, and he excitedly extended an invitation to Danny:
"Thank you. We should be friends. I live in Guangcheng. You must come and find me."

Danny rarely makes friends he can talk to, especially since Smith is a wealthy scion of a large family. The two chat about the local customs and traditions of different places as they walk out.

A white object entered the corner of Smith's eye, and he stopped.

Something is wrong, take another look.

In a row of enclosed hangars in the corner, the tarpaulin on one of the hangar doors had come loose and was blown up by the wind, revealing a white fighter jet inside.

Seeing Smith stop and look over, Danny exclaimed in surprise:

"Oh, it's an A4! How did it get here!"

Smith, standing to the side, was even more shocked, but also asked in confusion:
"Don't you work here?"

"I work on a ship! I'm on vacation today, and there's never been a hangar like that before!"

The two immediately realized something was wrong. The airport was very busy at the time, and no one paid attention to them as they walked in.

The temporary, enclosed hangar had no partitions inside. As soon as the two entered, they saw a row of A4 papers that seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see!

Smith carefully examined the brand-new skin and rivets, as well as details such as the landing gear, and a whole host of questions popped into his head.

He quickly grabbed his camera and entered 360-degree no-dead-angle sneak-shooting maniac mode.

Danny then realized something was wrong and tried to stop Smith and call for help, but Smith punched him to the ground. Smith pulled a small syringe from somewhere, shook his head, and said:

"I'm sorry, my friend, but don't worry, this thing will only make you sleepy. I owe you a favor."

Since Tang Wen's defensive focus was entirely on the shipyard and he didn't pay any attention to this place, Smith stayed there for almost an hour.

He not only took a lot of photos, but he even found that one of the A4s showed signs of use. He opened the hatch to look for some tags to prove its origin, but unfortunately he found nothing.

He slipped away unnoticed only when someone approached.

……

"Mr. Tang, try these fish balls, they're the best in all of Hong Kong!"

On the narrow street, Chen Ming warmly served the food to Tang Wen.

Unlike the drab Goose City, Hong Kong in this era was a vibrant city.

"Are the fish balls delicious?"

"Um!"

Across from Tang Wen, the ship girl puffed out her cheeks and gave him a thumbs up.

Tang Wen's trip to Hong Kong was a spur-of-the-moment decision. He wanted to see the Four Asian Tigers at this time and also take a break from work to bring his ship girls out for a stroll.

With connections in the anti-smuggling bureau, getting through was easy. Chen Ming originally wanted to go to a restaurant, but Tang Wen wanted some street food instead.

Unlike the mainland, Hong Kong feels very small, but the diverse pedestrians and bustling traffic make it a truly international metropolis compared to the mainland.

However, Tang Wen's attention was focused on the street food stalls, where he observed local community groups with great interest.

As Chen Ming chatted with Tang Wen, he was surprised to find that Tang Wen did not show the same respect or awe as other mainlanders.

Upon noticing the beautiful foreigner following him, he realized that Tang Wen must have been abroad, which explained his composure.

"Inspector Chen, do you know about the Concorde supersonic airliner? Is there any way to get inside and take a look?"

Yes, of course!

Chen Ming immediately perked up:
"The Concordia Airport is very famous, but you can only look at it from the outside. However, if you spend a little money, you can go inside the airport, take photos, and even touch it."

Of course, the Concorde flight is so quick; buying a ticket for a short trip to Yingfei is a piece of cake and won't take much time!

Tang Wen was genuinely tempted, but still shook his head:

"I just want to go in and take a look, but I don't know when I'll have the chance."

"It's a minor issue. I'll make a call and ask."

Chen Ming walked away for a few minutes, then sat down again and said:

"You've come at just the right time. There's a Concord train coming this afternoon. You can get in by pretending to be ground crew during the maintenance and refueling. We'll be there in a bit."

Tang Wen nodded in agreement, as he still had some time to wander around.

They soon encountered a group of gang members walking briskly ahead. Chen Ming gestured for them to step back slightly, and as the leader approached, he called out:
"Sexy Leopard, daring to flaunt yourself like this in broad daylight?"

"Hey, Brother Ximing, why don't you come to my stall for tea?"

"Let's talk about it another day, we have guests today."

"Salty Leopard" then greeted Tang Wen and the ship girl, and politely led them away.

Tang Wen clicked his tongue in amazement:

"The clubs here are quite polite."

However, Chen Ming smiled wryly:

“I’m a cop, and Miss Jane is a foreigner; they wouldn’t dare mess with her.”

Tang Wen immediately felt annoyed. So, he was the one being protected?

Chen Ming: "These people are all fierce and aggressive in their study of film. Even if we arrest them, we can't do anything about them. Once they return to China, they will become a problem for the mainland."

"Not always."

Tang Wen rubbed his chin:
"I think these are all very energetic sailors."

(End of this chapter)