Rebirth of the Flying Era

Feeling that the speedboat started to accelerate again, Lou Hongyi breathed a sigh of relief.

Until the next morning, it was already dawn.

The ship arrived in Vietnamese waters.

Lou Hongyi slept for several hours in the middle of the night last night.

Now come on the deck to get some air.

If nothing else happens, it will take more than an hour to arrive in Da Nang.

But at this moment, a puff of black smoke suddenly appeared from behind the sea level in front.

The captain's expression changed and he immediately ran over: "Mr. Lou, it may be a South Vietnamese warship. What should we do?"

Lou Hongyi frowned and said, "Can we go around it?"

The boss of the ship thought for a moment and said, "It's okay to go around it, but now that it's dawn, we will definitely be discovered."

Lou Hongyi muttered: "Uh... forget it, just leave. If you are intercepted, stop."

The boss of the ship responded, but he felt a little guilty. Could it be that Mr. Lou could live happily in South Vietnam?

At this moment, a chimney emerged from under the black smoke over there, followed by a gray-blue warship.

Judging from the size, it should be a patrol boat, with a twin turret on the deck.

After discovering their ship, they immediately adjusted their direction and responded.

About twenty minutes later, the two sides faced each other.

The patrol boat on the opposite side opened fire directly.

"Tu tu tu tu~ tu tu tu~"

The machine cannon on the turret fired two bursts, and the shells fell next to it, creating a big splash.

The boat boss's heart was in his throat, and he immediately saw the flag on the other side and said to Lou Hongyi: "They told us to stop the boat."

Lou Hongyi said "stop the boat" expressionlessly.

Soon the patrol boat came up, the turret pointed this way, and the rubber boat was lowered from a distance of more than ten meters.

After a while, four soldiers with guns and ammunition came over.

The leader was a dark-skinned little man who bared his big yellow teeth and talked a lot.

The translator immediately said: "He asked who was the captain."

The boss of the boat didn't dare to say anything.

Lou Hongyi said: "Tell him that I am a friend of the Saigon National Committee, General Ruan Qiuyong, and ask their captain to come and talk."

The ship boss on the side heard this and vomited again.

To be honest, no wonder I dare to walk straight from Xiangjiang River.

Although he had never heard of Ruan Qiuyong, the name of the National Committee was enough to scare people.

The leader frowned and hesitated.

In fact, he didn't know who Ruan Qiuyong was.

Seeing that he didn't move, Lou Hongyi simply said: "This is not far from Da Nang. Major Wu Chunfu from the Military Supplies Department must know~"

The soldier's expression changed and he subconsciously took a step back.

I immediately said a few words to the people around me.

The two men got back in the kayak and returned to the patrol boat.

Then he said something to Lou Hongyi.

The translator said: "He said he didn't know that we were friends of Commander Wu, and that their captain would be here soon."

Lou Hongyi nodded calmly, and for the first time he intuitively saw the power of Major Wu.

After a while, the patrol boat approached directly.

The weather was nice and calm.

The two ships were not big ships, and they had not approached each other before because they were afraid of an ambush.

On the sea, anything can happen.

After getting on the springboard, a middle-aged man with a big belly about forty years old came over.

He had a big lion nose and wore toad glasses. He burst out laughing as soon as he came up, "Lei Haowa~ I heard he is a friend of Brother Wu." He actually spoke fluent Cantonese.

Lou Hongyi was stunned for a moment, then laughed and exchanged greetings with this person.

Then he winked at Lao Wang next to him.

Lao Wang immediately came up and handed the other party a roll of something without leaving any trace.

The captain held it in his hand and glanced at it.

The green ones are all US dollars, all with a face value of one hundred dollars, about two thousand.

This amount of money is not small, but it is not much either.

Lou Hongyi smiled and said: "Be careful, make a friend, and when you get to Da Nang, ask Lao Wu to drink tea with you."

The captain put the money into his pocket and was a little more polite.

This amount of money is very particular, it cannot be too little or too much.

If he really gives too much, the other party will start to wonder if Lou Hongyi is just trying to make a fool of himself.

Major Wu's friends don't need to look at his face.

According to the rules, taking money is to give face, but if you take more money, you will feel guilty.

After a while, the two ships separated.

Lou Hongyi's speedboat accelerated again.

After passing this hurdle, we finally arrived in Da Nang at 9 am.

Because I had contacted you in advance, someone was at the port to contact me.

Lou Hongyi successfully stepped onto the pier, and suddenly there was a "rumbling" sound from above.

Lou Hongyi raised his head and put his hands on the awning to look.

Dozens of planes were flying densely in the sky.

It should have just taken off from a nearby airport. There were three batches of them passing overhead.

Seeing this scene, even though Lou Hongyi was well-informed, he couldn't help but be shocked.

This was the first time he saw so clearly so many jet fighters flying past at low altitude.

On the pier, other Vietnamese people were accustomed to it and went about their own business in a numb manner.

Major Wu sent a very well-dressed young man, wearing a clean suit, who was incompatible with the dirty and messy environment on the dock.

"Mr. Lou, please get in the car~" The young man took several people out of the pier. Lou Hongyi got into a French Citroën sedan, and the others got into an open-top jeep.

The young man introduced himself as Nguyen Kim Yong, Ng Xuan Phuc’s brother-in-law, who had studied abroad in the United States.

Lou Hongyi noticed that when he mentioned the beautiful land, his eyes flashed unconsciously, with an unabashed yearning, as if it was paradise.

Lou Hongyi remembered this person calmly.

At the same time, far away in the capital.

Du Fei unexpectedly received a call from someone.

"Hey Vincent, my friend, I'm so glad I got your call!"

Du Fei smiled and exchanged greetings, feeling quite good.

Every time Vincent called, it was always money sent to him.

But it seems different today.

Vincent said: "Du, you have to thank me this time and treat me to roast duck."

Du Fei was appetized by him and said with a smile: "Of course."

Vincent stopped his joking tone and said in a deep voice: "Listen, my friend, you may be in big trouble."

Du Fei frowned and listened silently.

Vincent continued: "There is a man named Wang Xuan, you must know him~"

Du Fei's eyes narrowed.

Wang Xuan had one of his arms cut off by Zhang Qiling last time, and after running away, there was no news.

A lot of effort was deployed to search for several days but still to no avail.

Du Fei estimated that he had probably escaped.

Now it seems that I guessed it right.

"Wang Xuan? What happened to him?" Du Fei asked.

Vincent said: "Du, some things are not secrets, you know."

Du Fei was silent.

Vincent obviously knew about the incident between Wang Xuan and Master Zhang a while ago.

"We are friends~" Vincent continued: "So as soon as I found this person, I immediately thought of you."

Du Fei said: "He went to Xiangjiang?"

Vincent said: "Yes, but unfortunately, it was already three days ago. He did not stay, only stayed for one day, and then transferred to Manila."

Du Fei pondered: "Going to Luzon?"

Vincent didn't lie this time: "No, he changed flights in Manila and finally landed in Jakarta..."

"Ink pad?"

Du Fei didn't expect Wang Xuan to hide there.

Originally, he thought that after Wang Xuan escaped, he would most likely return to Yizhou.

Now it seems that the situation is more complicated than expected.

Wang Xuan is a descendant of the Wang family and is best at making trouble behind the scenes.

Du Fei had a hunch that this guy would definitely have bad intentions when he went to Nanyang.

Sure enough, Vincent said again: "Do you know? Who picked him up when he arrived in Jakarta?"

Du Fei was shocked and asked: "Who is it?"

Vincent said: "Subian, Suharto's nephew, secretary of the National Defense and Security Council..."

With a series of titles, Du Fei's face became more and more gloomy.

Over the years, Subian has been playing a vanguard role in Suharto's various evil deeds.

When Wang Xuan went to find him, he knew without even thinking that he was definitely not holding his shit back.

Du Fei couldn't help but fall into thinking.

Vincent was not in a hurry to speak, and after two minutes of silence, as if the phone had been hung up, he started talking about another thing: "By the way, one more thing, how is your tank production line doing? Several customers in Africa heard that it was Sugo's most advanced tank, and they were very interested."

Du Fei understood immediately upon hearing this that this guy must have secretly changed his concept.

He didn't say it was copied by Du Fei, but just kept it vague, making the buyer think it was the original one from Sugo.

As the old saying goes, a person's name reflects the shadow of a tree.

Nowadays, Su Goose is a golden brand and can be sold at a good price.

And through this method, Vincent can also get an additional price difference.

Du Fei knew it well, but he didn't dislike this approach.

Being able to deceive those black uncles is their ability.

Du Fei said: "This must be no problem! The first batch of tanks is almost off the production line. But if you place an order now, it will be delivered next year at the earliest..."

When Vincent heard this, he chewed his teeth and said, "Next year?"

Du Fei chuckled and said, "Actually, it's not impossible to do it in advance. It just depends on their sincerity."

Vincent understood immediately and couldn't help but say "fuck".

But then I thought about it, he suffered from the poor information, Du Fei benefited from the increased production schedule, and each earned his own, which was fair.

Doing business~

Make money, don't be shabby.

Unexpectedly, Du Fei had something else to say: "By the way, you said that few of these customers know how to drive and repair, right? I can provide training. The teacher is a regular military school teacher. The tuition fee is only one thousand US dollars per person. Provided Accommodation and board are provided, and education and classes are included. If you can’t learn anything this term, you will learn it for free next term…”

Du Fei bah bah bah.

After hearing this, Vincent almost blurted out the phrase "profiteer".

This is really catching a toad and peeing out.

Although the tuition fee of one thousand US dollars is not cheap, it is not enough to buy Tank.

And Du Fei also mentioned that he could teach them simple maintenance techniques.

For those small warlords who are separatist, this is the real benefit.

It is not difficult to drive a tank, but it is not easy to repair a tank.

A tank that cost hundreds of thousands of dollars to buy back fell down because of a minor problem.

The crew members, who don't know how to repair the car and just stare at it, are the biggest loss.

Here in Du Fei, there are four people in a vehicle crew, ten tanks, and ten vehicle crews, which is forty people.

It can’t be done with Ding Ke Mao.

After all, tanks are strong, and even if they are damaged in battle, they can be repaired.

People are not that skinny anymore.

Logically speaking, ten tanks must be equipped with at least twenty crew members.

At critical moments, people are waiting for cars, don’t let cars wait for people.

Now, there are eighty people.

Tuition is $1,000 per person, but for 80 people, it’s $80,000.

It’s enough to cover New Oriental School’s expenses for a year, and anything else is a net profit.