What the hell is a private enterprise?

Chapter 509 A Pile of Bad Things
Goose City, Greater Bay Port
Gao Yuliang and Lu Jun moved through the crowd, while countless reporters and movie fans stood outside the isolation fence.

The Great White Fleet has finished filming its promotional video and is ready to set sail for the United States.

It's early October now, and I'll arrive in November.

Li Kun didn't boast to Tang Wen that, holding the tickets to two battleships, he had a large number of movie stars and entertainment companies seeking cooperation without being invited.

Tang Wen glanced at the group from a distance and saw many familiar faces, mostly Hong Kong stars, but also quite a few well-known figures from mainland China.

The fleet will have two days to prepare before setting off, during which time the number of celebrities at the Grand Bay Hotel will be ridiculously high, making it the hottest topic in the entertainment industry in the second half of the year.

However, because a month-long schedule was too long, the agency adjusted the flight route to include Hawaii, dividing it into two halves, which helped them secure many big names.

Tang Wen appeared when almost everyone had arrived, and the surrounding celebrities and socialites immediately surrounded him. The ship girl who was with him was also treated like a star, but she was mainly focused on protecting Tang Wen to prevent him from being groped by the eye-catching female stars.

Tang Wen was completely oblivious to all of this. At that moment, he spotted a very distinctive face in the crowd: Faye Wong.

Putting aside Faye Wong's almost frozen appearance, her voice is the real legend. Her output has remained stable for decades, making countless singers secretly shed tears (a certain person remains silent).

She's already quite famous, but Tang Wen's purpose in greeting her was to ask about a song:

legend.

The original author of this song was still studying at Tsinghua University. He would not debut for another three years and write this divine song, which was born for the diva, for another five years. However, Tang Wen couldn't wait any longer.

"Your song is great, and your voice is very unique."

He only intended to make a brief appearance and then find another opportunity to have her sing the song, but it caused others around him to start cheering. They were clearly trying to create a classic little flirtation in the entertainment industry. The key point was that the person in question didn't seem to have any resistance in her eyes.

Startled, Tang Wen quickly changed his target and caught up with Jiao Enjun, who seemed a little distracted, asking him if he had been invited to film Ximen Wuhen.

The interactions between the legendary tycoon and the celebrity were all captured on camera, so you can imagine how many scandalous stories will emerge next.

……

"A young tycoon spends hundreds of millions to select his harem at sea?"

Tang Wen intended to use this celebrity party to create some harmless gossip to lower the Empire's guard, but he never expected the media to be so unrestrained, with headlines that were more outrageous than the last.

The headlines and content of many newspapers in that era were so unrestrained that even editors in later generations would have been imprisoned for months, and ordinary people would have blushed at the sight of them—completely unexpected.

But the media hype was one thing; as soon as it got dark, Gao Yuliang rushed to find him, looking worried and offering advice as someone with experience:

"Little Tang, lust is a dangerous thing. There are countless temptations in life. You have to keep your guard up when you're out and about... Actually, when it comes to managing a household, a local girl is the best choice."

Without waiting for Tang Wen's explanation, he sighed and left. Li Kun followed closely behind, his expression the same as a eunuch carrying a tray:
"Mr. Tang, rest assured, everything is arranged. No one will know what happens on the ship. Everyone who boards the ship is absolutely voluntary. With your position, you can do anything."

"No, I didn't, I didn't make any arrangements!"

"Of course you don't need that. Leave this to us. What you've seen today is already..."

Li Kun was still showing off smugly when he saw Gao Yuliang appear at the door again and immediately shut up.

"Uh, I didn't take my bag."

Without changing his expression, Lao Gao picked up his briefcase and gave Tang Wen a complicated look as he turned around, clearly having heard everything.

The latter took a deep breath, and his expression finally turned cold:
“Alright, now I’m going to give you a new task. Gekin’s employees in Southeast Asia are homesick. Go and organize a performance to comfort them until they return home.”

“But…Mr. Tang, my boss is Li…” “Awei!”

Upon hearing his name, Dewey rushed in and immediately obeyed Tang Wen's command:
“I’m giving you a new student with great ideas. I’ll take him to Southeast Asia for further studies.”

"Yes!"

……

In order to prevent the Hans from obtaining the stealth technology, the wreckage of the crashed F117 was immediately cut up after it was found, and then lifted away by CH-53 heavy helicopters and loaded onto ships. Some of the tail fragments were directly airlifted back to the mainland for analysis.

But in reality, when Ma Run found it, experienced veterans could already tell the result at a glance.

"It's shrapnel from an artillery shell."

Mark held up a piece of debris embedded in the fuselage in front of Wayne:
"The classic 128mm anti-aircraft gun can severely damage aircraft within a hundred meters of the airspace after an explosion. The Nighthawk's tail fin is not particularly strong to begin with, and it was directly broken off when it was hit at the wing root."

As for the engine catching fire, I think it's for the same reason.

"Fake!"

Wayne closed his eyes. Could anything be worse than this?

The expert team's initial guess has taken shape: the anti-aircraft tower's guns fired randomly, and by sheer luck, one of them managed to shoot down an unlucky Nighthawk.

It was bizarre, but the evidence was solid. That night, the Marindus observed that the anti-aircraft towers were firing in a very scattered manner, as if they were firing randomly without being able to find their targets.

Although it was purely due to luck, it undoubtedly made this F117 the first aircraft of this type to be shot down in combat!

It wasn't shot down in combat with a T-50, MiG-1.44, or Su-35, nor was it due to advanced surface-to-air missiles, but rather outdated anti-aircraft guns!

The change in nature immediately brought a huge stain to the air strike operation, turning it into a loss of an F117 due to the operation itself, rather than a loss due to malfunction.

The difference of a single word can bring completely different troubles, but even worse news is yet to come:
First, Charles confirmed the results. He didn't send back many words, just a brief description followed by a faxed photo showing the undamaged air defense tower.

The effect of eight GBU27s is not negligible, but it's better than nothing.

"That's impossible! My pilots don't lie!"

"But RQ2 wouldn't lie. It's impossible for Hans to repair a bombed building like new in just a few hours, would he?"

Johnson walked in and delivered the final blow to Wayne:
"The preliminary results of the Germans' count of the wreckage of the Hans' fighter plane are out, and guess what? More than 80% of the wreckage didn't contain a pilot, but a small black box!"

We lost four pilots, the Germans lost five, totaling nine, while Hans's losses appear to be at most a dozen or so!

Of the 23 aircraft lost, three people died on the runway with their planes, while the remaining six died accidentally during the battle.

At the time, Wayne thought this was nothing compared to the impressive results, and that it had even nurtured many aces. But Johnson's words plunged him into despair.

Do unmanned combat aircraft count as combat achievements? At least for now, the Empire doesn't, regarding them only as an alternative form of cruise missile.

However, if that's the case, the casualty ratio would be extremely unpleasant; even an overall ratio of 1:2 would be unacceptable.

Three bad news items came in quick succession, and Huai En felt his head throbbing and his whole body becoming somewhat dazed.

(End of this chapter)