What the hell is a private enterprise?

Chapter 349 An Inescapable Duty

Darian.

Accompanied by a stirring marching tune, and amidst the warm welcome of students, leaders, and people from all walks of life on both sides, the Hildebrand and the "Qi Jiguang" slowly sailed into the port.

The name Hildebrand was never made public; it was only announced the day before the ship docked.

Previously, the Naval Academy accepted a training ship called "Zheng He". Although it was large enough, it did not look as impressive as a cruiser.

The second training ship was also named after a person, corresponding to Qi Jiguang.

It happened to be a cloudy day, but because of the presence of the Qi Jiguang ship, the brightness of the entire dock area was significantly enhanced.

The large, smooth metal surface acts like a reflector, reflecting light onto people's faces, making their complexions appear whiter and concealing wrinkles. Many people are surprised to find that the people next to them suddenly look more handsome/good-looking.

The media that followed were the first to notice the problem and took the opportunity to take a lot of photos.

As the cruiser slowly approached the shore under the barge's towing, Bai Hantao was filled with excitement.

Although he complained, the feeling of having a 35,000-ton behemoth in front of him was indeed indescribable, and it could barely be considered half an aircraft carrier.

Thinking about it carefully, apart from 001 and 011, these are also the largest combat ships in the country, and they have been assigned to the command of the academy. Just thinking about it makes one feel ecstatic.

He turned his head and saw the drooling face of an officer from the East China Sea Fleet.

The north has Yamato-class destroyers, the south has aircraft carriers, but the East China Sea Fleet has no large ships!
He took a small step forward without making a sound, and when Tang Wen came down from the pier after it was set up, he gave him a sharp elbow, easily keeping his lead.

"Principal Tang!"

Bai Hantao stepped forward, and several students rushed up behind him, putting a bunch of messy flower wreaths around his neck and head.

Then someone pushed over a certificate and a trophy for contributions. After taking a photo with Tang Wenka, they decisively confirmed the ownership of the warship.

Tang Wen was blinded by the flashes of the media's cameras and could only wave his hands haphazardly in response. He then caught a glimpse of a face.

"Thank you, you did a great job, you did a great job."

Old Zhang smiled and squeezed Tang Wen's hand, but his smile looked somewhat sinister.

Tang Wen looked completely innocent:

"Haha, this is all I should do. It's only right for me, the principal, to sponsor training facilities."

Old Zhang chuckled and gave him a look that said, "I'm waiting for you."

After Tang Wen completed the donation ceremony and some other messy procedures in front of the public, he was quickly taken to the guesthouse.

"It's time to stop. The Koreans have already admitted their mistake. If we keep going, the US will have to step in."

Old Zhang decided not to play any more guessing games and explained the reason directly.

Tang Wen: "But I still haven't delivered half of my grain."

"How much is left? We've given it to you."

"That works, but there will be a lot of them."

How much could there be?

Old Zhang didn't care at all; at most...

"There are about 60,000 to 70,000 tons left."

"so much!"

"This is just the first batch; the total plan is to transport at least 50 tons of grain."

"..."

Old Zhang's vision went black, which meant that tens of thousands of tons of grain had already been transported.

With just those old U-boats, how many would it take to operate in such a densely populated sea area under the noses of warships?

A U-boat can only transport a few hundred tons at most. Tang Wen had at most a few days to commit the crimes, and he operated at night. He must have made at least... a few hundred transport trips!
Of course, people in China didn't know that Tang Wen was using the ship girls' fuel tanks to transport food, so they naturally assumed it was a submarine.

I thought it was only a few thousand tons, I never knew it was so much!

Breaking the boundaries of transportation tools, they used an unimaginable number of hundreds of submarines and hundreds or thousands of transport trips to cross dangerous sea areas and transport more than 100,000 tons of grain!
Moreover, Lao Zhang had no doubt about this number. After all, the Second Fleet had publicly reported losses of more than 20 submarines so far; it would take at least nearly a thousand submarines to withstand such losses. Just thinking about how dozens or even hundreds of U-boats might be gathered in the shallow Yellow Sea right now made Lao Zhang's scalp tingle and his hands and feet turn cold. After catching his breath, he quickly went out to make a phone call.

After a long while, he returned with a dark expression and sat down, putting his phone on speakerphone and placing it aside.
"Let's make a gentleman's agreement: the submarines will only operate in the South China Sea. If you want to do anything in other areas, just let us know and we'll help you. If it doesn't work, we can discuss it further, okay?"
We'll help you replenish this grain supply... 50 tons, just send it by rail."

Tang Wen probably knew what the higher-ups were worried about, and nodded decisively:

"No problem, there are no submarines in the north during the day, and there never will be. However, I have some suggestions:"
Maintaining peace and stability in the surrounding environment should, in fact, be an unshirkable obligation of major powers.

A voice came from the phone: "Tell me your reasons?"

Tang Wen didn't answer, but looked at Old Zhang:

"You have aircraft that can collect radioactive fallout and measure radioactive doses, right?"

The latter nodded, saying that this was essential equipment for uranium exploration and data collection on mushroom bomb explosions, and that China certainly had such equipment.

Tang Wen: "Then you can fly around Northeast China if you have nothing to do. Maybe you'll be pleasantly surprised."

Old Zhang immediately realized: "You mean...!"

"I don't know anything, I'm just offering a suggestion. But some things, once they happen, there's no going back, so it's best to avoid them going to extremes."

Tang Wen put it very tactfully, but Lao Zhang's heart was pounding and his brain was throbbing.

"Okay, let's talk about something lighter:"
Shi Juzhu wants to open a chain of fishing companies, and I want to support him, especially in the north.

Old Zhang raised an eyebrow: "How will you provide support?"

Tang Wen smiled and said, "We will replace all the large fishing boats in the north with Dongjiang-type boats. Gaijin will provide 100 Dongjiang-type boats to the Giant Group and will relax the restrictions to distribute them all to fishermen in the north."

"..."

Gaijin had a disadvantage in terms of manpower, and the process of doing boat charter business was too complicated and slow, so Tang Wen thought of Shi Juzhu.

Looking back now, the latter probably thought of this a long time ago and was waiting for Gaijin to get fed up and transfer the business.

Although the Giant Group is a mixed bag, it also has its own advantages, possessing enough patience and energy to solve those problems.

By entrusting the implementation to the "intermediary" Giant Group, Gaijin's management pressure and costs were effectively reduced.

"……it is good."

A moment later, a sound came from the phone, and then the call was immediately disconnected.

This turmoil is over. Domestically, the troubles have been resolved and orders have been secured. The navy has acquired a training ship. Tang Wen has gained face and established Gai Jin's prestige in the north. The disaster victims have received food. Everyone has a bright future ahead.

Old Zhang breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he should always keep some blood pressure medication on hand, and decided not to continue the topic.

He then shifted to a lighter topic:

"What is that aircraft carrier of yours? You might as well bring Hanover or Maine in."

"It's just a practice piece, that's not important... Want to see an advanced submarine?"

"Your U-boats?"

"No, it's a good one from the North. You know the 685 model, right?"

As soon as Old Zhang heard "north," he knew what it was and immediately asked:
"K-278... You salvaged the wreckage?"

The global knowledge of the K-278 "Kosomoyets" crash is well-known, but no one doubts its advanced technology; obtaining some of the wreckage would certainly be helpful.

However, Tang Wen shook his head, and then said something surprising:

"Actually, two Type 685 bridges were built. The second one was almost finished when Mao died. We bought it and continued construction, but because of the high level of secrecy, the outside world had no way of knowing."

"How can you... Are you serious?"

Old Zhang's confused expression turned into astonishment, as if he had seen a ghost.

Tang Wen: "We have another 685 model in our hands. We can't give out the data or sell it, but if you want some parameters for reference, we can provide them for you to see."

Old Zhang: ……

(End of this chapter)