Rebirth of the Flying Era

Although the truth is this, some things don't make sense.

Everything has two sides, some people benefit and some people suffer.

If the loser tries to change, it can be called reform; if the beneficiary is unwilling to change, it is because of vested interests.

It doesn't matter whether it's good or bad, it's just a game.

Du Fei suddenly heard Zhu's father mention this issue and couldn't help but hesitate.

He asked instead: "Dad, has someone brought it up? Or do you want to..."

Dad Zhu waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, it's not me. I'm in a position where I shouldn't act rashly."

Du Fei secretly breathed a sigh of relief, as long as it wasn't Zhu's father who took the lead.

It’s not that this thing can’t be done, but it’s that you can’t be the first to jump out.

The interests involved are really too great, and I can't afford to offend him unless I have to.

And right now, there is simply no soil for such a change.

From Shang Yang's Reform to the Yingguo Industrial Revolution and Cromwell's coming to power, any change is essentially a victory for new interests over vested interests.

The so-called poverty means thinking about change.

We haven’t really reached the point of being ‘poor’ yet.

This year's economic growth exceeded 20%, and next year it will not be lower than this number.

The reason why the economy feels very difficult is mainly because there is too much external pressure.

A large amount of supplies had to be stored up just in case.

Especially food, cloth, energy, which are closely related to survival...

The supplies that can be circulated are stretched thin.

Back to Zhu’s father’s question.

Du Fei took a sip of wine, thought for a moment and said, "Dad, actually I think the 'plan' is higher in energy than the 'market'."

Dad Zhu said in surprise: "Oh? The energy is higher. How do you say this?"

Du Fei explained: "Let me use an analogy..." Du Fei glanced around and finally landed on the wine glass in his hand: "Let's talk about this whiskey. I said it is brown, but it can also be said that it is not blue. The number of words is almost the same, the meaning is correct, but the energy is different. The former directly affirms that it is brown, which is equivalent to denying all other colors. If it is changed into a negative sentence, all other colors must be negated to determine that it is brown. So...affirmations have higher energy."

Dad Zhu nodded slightly. This was not a complicated philosophical speculation.

Du Fei continued: "I think Su Ge's 'plan' is the former, while Mei Di's 'market' is the latter. Essentially, the former is better than the latter."

Dad Zhu frowned and said: "If that's the case, why... there are Dongyang and Duguo around Mei Di, but there are no other successful examples here in Su Ge?"

Du Fei said: "According to the law of conservation of energy, energy will not be created out of thin air, nor will it disappear out of thin air. The so-called high energy of plans and low energy of the market does not mean that the total amount of the former is larger, but that it is more concentrated and directional. "

Having said this, Du Fei couldn't help but sigh: "But there must be a prerequisite for taking advantage of this."

As he spoke, he raised the wine glass in his hand, because the ice cubes melted and the color of the wine became lighter.

Du Fei stared at the cup: "The premise is that we must first confirm that the color of the wine is brown. If we make a mistake, the advantage will become a disadvantage."

Dad Zhu took a noncommittal sip of wine and fell into deep thought for a long time without speaking.

Du Fei didn't bother him in any way.

Until a few minutes later, Dad Zhu said in a deep voice: "For the success or failure of something, energy is important, but direction is even more important. Is it... that this road is destined to not go on?"

Du Fei said: "Actually, I think Mei Di's style will be eliminated sooner or later."

Dad Zhu said "hmm": "You say~"

Du Fei took a wine bottle to refill Zhu's father's wine: "Actually, the 'plan' is much higher than the 'market' in terms of resource allocation and operation efficiency. Now it has not exerted its advantages and is mainly limited by productivity. Still the same sentence , Productivity determines production relations, and the current level of productivity is not enough to give full play to the advantages of planning."

Dad Zhu frowned and said, "Tell me more specifically."

Du Fei said: "The most typical one is data collection and processing. If there is a county that lacks agricultural machinery, from reporting, to information summary, to meeting and making decisions, to incorporating it into the plan, and then to resource allocation... In the end, if the agricultural machinery is allocated, it is very likely that It’s already a year, maybe even two years later.”

Dad Zhu nodded, he knew the situation at the grassroots level.

Du Fei continued: "But as far as I know, integrated circuit computers have already appeared in the United States. Once this technology matures, computers can be built as big as a television."

Dad Zhu couldn't help but widen his eyes when he heard this.

This has touched upon his intellectual blind spot.

Du Fei continued: "Dad, imagine if these small computers were distributed to various towns and villages, and then connected to the large computers in the capital through lines to form a network..."

Listening to Du Fei's description, Dad Zhu's face turned slightly red.

Just like what Du Fei described, even the most remote towns can feed information back to the capital as soon as possible.

What will it be like if a large computer is used to perform calculations and allocate resources as a whole?

But is it really possible?

Regarding Dad Zhu's question, Du Fei nodded firmly: "Actually, a similar aircraft booking system had already appeared in the United States in 1966. The airline headquarters had a large computer connected to more than a thousand terminals across the country. Realize remote ticket booking.”

Dad Zhu was slightly stunned, even with his determination, he couldn't help but be moved.

Du Fei continued: "This is just a prototype, and the amount of data that can be processed is limited. But wait for another 40 to 50 years for the technology to mature. Only then can we take advantage of the planned economy."

Dad Zhu sighed, then cheered up and said: "Ten thousand years is too long, just seize the day!"

Du Fei didn't respond, but he was thinking about something else.

Although it is said that if you are poor, you will want to change.

Du Fei didn't want to wait until that time.

The price paid was simply too great.

Why are the European and American powers standing still to make money and eat their food?

When it was my turn to plant flowers, I finally straightened my back, but then I had to lower my head in order to make money.

Why!

After coming out of the study, Du Fei returned upstairs.

Zhu Ting had already put the child to sleep and asked, "What were you talking to our dad about for so long?"

Du Fei said: "Let's talk about the economy. Looking at the trend this year, next year will be good as well."

"I think it's not bad~" Zhu Ting said proudly: "Our agency is reporting on the Textile and Garment Group. The first batch of factories have begun trial production. Hundreds of thousands of people have come to work in the factory. It's very exciting!"

Then he hugged Du Fei's arm, leaned over and said, "Xiao Fei, you are so awesome!"

That look, that tone, even if they were an old married couple, Du Fei felt his heart tremble...

A few days later, the eldest and third sons of the Zhu family came back from the Northeast one after another. They spent the New Year at home and left immediately.

Du Fei finally waited for his old friend Hasim.

Iftar is broken a few days later this year than in previous years.

Hasim rushed over as soon as he was done, bringing a personal letter from Kadzo and funds for the purchase of missiles.

Although the purchase of Dongfeng missiles has been negotiated before, it may be repeated before the money is in place.

Du Fei has been thinking about this matter.

It's just that there were some problems on Ka Dazuo's side, and it took more than two months to free up his hands.

In Dufy's office.

Hasim's face glowed red and he was extremely enthusiastic about Du Fei.

Now he is proud of his horse's hoof disease.

He doesn't care about promotions and salary increases.

What Hashem really cares about is his place in Kadazou's heart.

Originally, although their relationship was good, Hasim's own abilities were limited and he had always been a sideshow.

Being able to play with Ka Dazuo and being able to praise him is his label.

When he was asked to plant flowers, he didn't expect anything at all.

But I didn't expect that this guy would be lucky enough to step on shit.

The first time I got back a batch of bazookas, and the second time I got eight surface-to-ground ballistics in addition to tanks!

This time Hashem was really a heifer riding a hot air balloon - so awesome that he went to the sky.

A team of twenty people came with him this time.

The leader is a famous professor in Libya and an expert on goose.

The purpose of coming here is self-evident. You have to have the goods inspected before you actually pay.

Hashem was a little embarrassed: "My friend, I absolutely trust you, but... there are some people in our country whose mouths must be blocked."

Du Fei didn't take it seriously. The eight missiles had been repaired and upgraded.

Although not much blue light is used, normal emission is absolutely guaranteed, and you don’t have to worry about anyone checking it.

As for the goose expert, it doesn't really matter.

Even if he doesn't look at it here, he will let Ka Dazuo look at it when he buys it back.

Just let them take a look.

After strengthening, the performance of these missiles has long exceeded the original.

Since you agree to sell it, it means that there is already a better one.

What is important is to make it difficult for outsiders to figure out the truth and make it unclear.

Du Fei said with a smile: "Haha, I understand, I understand, of course there is no problem with me."

Hashem secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It would be best if Du Fei didn't care about this.

There is only one domestic expert in this field, Su Ge, and they really can't find anyone else.

It would be difficult to explain if Du Fei felt that he was deliberately looking for trouble.

It would be really bad if the transaction was ruined because of this.

Soon the two agreed to go see the missiles the next day.

After chatting for a while, Du Fei sent Hasim outside the gate with a smile.

He waved goodbye and kept watching his car drive away.

I was about to turn around and go back, but at this moment, I was suddenly stopped by someone: "Mr. Du Fei, I take the liberty of disturbing you."

Hearing this, Du Fei turned around and followed the sound.

I saw a woman wearing a woolen coat walking from the other direction in front of the door.

Du Fei looked at the other person and frowned slightly: "Comrade, what can I do?"

This woman was probably in her early thirties, less than 1.6 meters tall, with dark skin, not pretty, a typical tropical person, and spoke with a heavy southern accent.

Du Fei confirmed that he had never seen this person before.

The other party came over, stretched out his hand and said, "My name is Liu Ye, and I work at the History Museum of Pakistan."

Du Fei frowned, this woman didn't look like a South Asian.

Liu Ye said bluntly: "I am a clay sealer."

Du Fei suddenly realized that it was just like when Bush stayed at the Swiss Museum of History.

Two years ago, Zhonghua and Yinni broke off contact, and could only maintain a minimum level of communication through this springboard.

Du Fei nodded expressionlessly without shaking hands with the woman: "Ms. Liu, what do you want from me?"

Liu Ye paused for a moment, then retracted his hand and said, "It seems that Mr. Du has a deep prejudice against us~"

Du Fei said: "There is no need to talk about prejudice. There is no need to be polite to your enemies."

Liu Ye didn't expect the man in front of him to be so frank, even rude.

This was very different from the Chinese people she had come into contact with.

But she was not a soft persimmon, and retorted: "What about Dongyang? As far as I know, you have a close relationship with some of them and have provided them with a lot of help."

Du Fei said: "Of course, customers always have privileges. If you can spend hundreds of millions of dollars on me, you can get the same treatment."

Willow pursed her lips.

Du Fei's unabashed frankness left her speechless.

Liu Ye took several deep breaths before calming down, and finally said: "Mr. Du, we are not enemies. My grandfather is from Hu Jian..."

Du Fei was unmoved: "Whether you are an enemy or not depends on your ancestry. Ms. Liu, you know who you are working for."

Liu Ye was silent for a few seconds.

I realized that my opening set was almost completely unnecessary.

He simply said directly: "Can you go in and talk? As you just said, maybe I can also become your customer."

Du Fei smiled: "Of course you can go in and talk, but becoming a customer... I don't think there is much hope."

After saying that, he made a "please" gesture.

Willow Ye stepped into the door.

Du Fei didn't take her to the office, but to the living room in the front yard.

He asked someone to pour a cup of tea, and then asked: "Ms. Liu, what do you want to talk about?"

Liu Ye said: "As far as I know, you are shipping a large amount of dangerous goods to our country. I hope you can stop this behavior that damages the relationship between the two parties."

Du Fei sneered: "Are you kidding me? Is there any room for damage to our relationship?"

Liu Ye pursed her lips and gritted her teeth.

She had already guessed that coming this time would be a chore, but someone had to come.

Du Fei added: "Also, let me remind you that we are a company that manufactures and sells fire-fighting equipment. We do not produce any dangerous goods."

Liu Ye rolled her eyes and thought to herself, "You are such a liar!"

Taking a deep breath again, he said in a deep voice: Mr. Du, I come here with sincerity. I hope you can consider it carefully and put forward your conditions. This will be good for both parties. "

Du Fei narrowed his eyes: "Are you threatening me?"

Liu Ye leaned on the sofa, crossed her legs and said, "Of course not, it's just a kind reminder."

Du Fei said: "You just said that your grandfather was from Hu Jian. I think you should know what Suharto wants to do. At this time, if you persuade me, aren't you afraid that the wronged souls of those compatriots will come to you in the future?"

Liu Ye chuckled: "Sorry, I'm a materialist."

"Really?" Du Fei's eyes fell on the other person's chest.

Needless to say, although this woman is not tall, she is really good.

The proportions are good and the thorns are large.

What Du Fei was looking at was not this, but a pendant hanging around her neck.

Although the thing was hidden inside his clothes, Du Fei could tell that the aura contained in it was very similar to Compassion's Demon-Conquering Pestle.

A woman wearing a magic weapon actually said that she was a materialist.

However, Du Fei didn't expose it and instead asked, "Tell me your conditions."

Liu Ye was well prepared and said calmly: "Stop the transaction, half a million US dollars, or an equivalent amount of gold bars."

Du Fei said playfully: "Ms. Liu, didn't you do your homework before coming here? Do you know what the transaction volume between me and the Huanglin, Chen, and Cai families is? How much profit can I make? Five hundred thousand, just call me a fan~ "

Liu Ye really didn't know this, so she forced herself to calm down and said, "How much do you want?"

Du Fei stretched out two fingers.

Liu Ye frowned and said, "Two million?"

Du Fei smiled and said: "Two hundred million! As long as you are willing to pay 200 million US dollars to make up for my losses, we can negotiate anything."

Liu Ye was stunned for a moment, wondering if her ears were not working properly.

Two seconds later, he slapped the coffee table in front of him and stood up suddenly: "What did you say!"

Du Fei leaned on the sofa: "Didn't you hear what I said clearly? You need to repeat it again."

Liu Ye couldn't hold himself any longer, gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Du, I come here with sincerity..."

Before she could finish speaking, Du Fei interrupted: "Oh, five hundred thousand sincerity, your sincerity is really cheap."

"You~ you will regret it!" Liu Ye threatened, staring at Du Fei with a pair of dark pupils.

At the same time, the thing hanging on her chest exuded a faint fragrance.

Du Fei smelled the smell and his eyes suddenly froze.

Unexpectedly, this woman was so bold that she directly used such crooked methods.

It’s true that dog meat can’t be put on the big table.

Du Fei didn't get used to it, he immediately stood up and swung his big dick over.

Liu Ye didn't expect that the invincible method used in Yin Ni would actually fail here with Du Fei!

Before he could react, he was slapped on the face.

With a "pop" sound, she fell directly onto the sofa. Her cheeks were visibly swollen, her head was buzzing, and her vision was black.

Even at that moment, Liuye wondered if he was going to die.

"Shabi~"

Du Fei cursed, this woman must have been protected too well before.

Not only do they not follow the rules, but they also don’t know how high the sky and the earth are.

Du Fei's brain went into a trance when he smelled that smell just now.

But thanks to the spiritual link, his consciousness is completely unaffected.

This woman's methods are generally similar to Ding Sitian's, but her strength and application are not as good as Ding Sitian's.

Ding Sitian got the legacy of the princess of Liao Kingdom in Baiyan Cave.

As far as special abilities are concerned, Ding Sitian is already quite strong as long as she doesn't encounter monsters of Ci Xin's level.

The illusion that Liu Ye used just now was less than half as strong as Ding Sitian.

That's all with the help of the magic weapon on his chest.

Du Fei walked over, reached into the other person's collar, and pulled out a strange-looking pendant.

Use a little force to break the black string.

Liu Ye was in pain, oops, and suddenly woke up. She subconsciously shouted "Give it back to me" and wanted to snatch it away.

Du Fei pushed him back and said coldly: "Don't expect to be beaten!"

Half of Liu Ye's face was still numb, but now it was getting more and more painful.

Looking at the pendant in Du Fei's hand, although he was unwilling to do so, he retracted his body honestly.

Du Fei looked at the pendant and shouted out the door: "Lao Wang, call Luo Chu of Anquan Bureau and tell him that we have caught a spy here."

Wang Bin stood guard at the door and responded immediately.