When these trucks were dismantled for technical preparation, it was purely theoretical and no physical components were ever made.

The reason was that I didn't expect it to come in handy so soon, so I was researching and improving it at the time.

Another reason is to save money. It doesn't cost much to talk about it on paper. It only costs some labor to mark on the drawings, which only costs a few dollars.

But making physical parts costs money.

Why would he build such a big car if it has no clear purpose? It doesn't look good just sitting there.

To build such a large car alone, which is not produced on an assembly line, would probably cost hundreds of thousands of dollars.

He would never waste money. He would not blink an eye when spending the money that should be spent, and every penny that should not be spent is money.

This is why the theory of light has no practice.

Fortunately, there are still three years left, and three years is enough time to combine theory with practice.

If we only give them three months, I'm afraid we won't even be able to build a cab.

It will be no problem in three years. They have ready-made blueprints and Nanwan has solid technology. It is no problem to copy one exactly.

It's not Wan Feng's style to keep it the same. He wants to make an improved version. He really doesn't like the stupid truck design of the former Soviet Union.

If it were made in the original Soviet style and driven around the streets, people would ask, "What the hell was this factory made in?" It's so ugly.

Where can he put his face? We are people with dignity, right?

Fortunately, Zhu Guoxiong didn't know someone's psychological activities. If someone said that he was a person with shame, I believe Zhu Guoxiong would have slapped him in the face with snot.

Wan Feng is very confident in the imitation ability of the people in Nanwan Group. They have even imitated and improved those high-end machine tools, so a truck is nothing to them.

"Three years, right? This time there's really no problem. In fact, we can produce a prototype car that will satisfy you in two and a half years." Wan Feng spoke without thinking.

"Two and a half years, then."

Wan Feng's eyes went dark. He really wanted to give himself two wind, fire, invincibility, 360-degree rotation, thunderbolt, big-eared thunder. Isn't this just looking for something worthless? It's okay. I said two and a half years. Isn't that a mouthful?

Wan Feng didn't dare to argue about the time issue anymore, and pulled Zhu Guoxiong to see the big trucks they still had.

Those big guys are still placed in the open space behind the old garment factory, which is now the equipment production department.

But when Wan Feng took Zhu Guoxiong to the back of the production equipment department, he unexpectedly found that it was empty, without even a hair.

"Ah! Who stole my car?"

Wan Feng was furious on the spot: "Damn thief, you have the final say! You even dared to steal my car! Don't you know that my urine is yellow?"

Zhu Guoxiong is so tired. Whose urine is not yellow or red? Red is blood in the urine, which is a sign of prostate cancer.

Wan Feng took out his cell phone and made a call. Two minutes later, the guards from the equipment manufacturer came running.

"My car was stolen. Didn't you notice anything?"

The guard panted, seemingly not understanding, "Boss Wan! What was stolen?"

"My cars! Those cars that are as tall as a mountain and are parked here."

The guard blinked twelve times before he finally understood what was going on. Then he said with a mixture of laughter and tears, "Boss Wan! How could a thief be so foolish as to steal a car as big as yours? You're underestimating their intelligence, aren't you?"

"Huh? You mean the thief didn't steal my car? Then where's my car?"

"Didn't the truck department drive all the way there when they moved to the development zone last spring?"

Wan Feng reached out and touched the back of his head: "Ah? Is that true?"

Zhu Guoxiong slapped the hand that was scratching the back of his head and said, "How do you manage to be a CEO? You can't even think of this?"

"I really can't help but think about it, but it's okay, let's go to the development zone and take a look. It's not far anyway."

“Where is the development zone?”

"It's about twenty miles east, to the seaside! Let's go to the seaside for dinner. I'll treat you to seafood."

Wan Feng went back, drove his pickup truck, and drove Zhu Guoxiong and his guards towards the Black Reef Development Zone.

"Grandpa! Why didn't my brother come with you?"

This time, the person who came with Zhu Guoxiong was someone Wan Feng didn't know.

"I went to study at the military academy."

Went to military school? This means that after graduating from the military school, he has the possibility of becoming an officer in a company!

It seems that sending my younger brother to military school was the right move.

When the car arrived at the bay mouth, Han Guangjia stood in the middle of the road like a door god.

Wan Feng sighed: "It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over."

Wan Feng was very tactful and got out of the car and moved to the back seat to sit with Zhu Guoxiong, while Han Guangjia got in and drove.

"Look at your behavior. You need someone to protect you even at such a close distance." Zhu Guoxiong scolded Wan Feng.

"How can that be? He doesn't let me drive." Wan Feng defended.

"Why doesn't he let you drive?" Zhu Guoxiong asked casually.

"It was last year or the year before last when I was driving in the development zone and I hit a tree and then fell into a ditch."

"What? After hitting the tree, you fell into the ditch? So you're still alive?"

"Ah! Isn't this good? I'm lucky."

Of course he was lucky. He didn’t die in the last car accident.

Oh no, that’s not right. Does his rebirth count as death or life?

"That's right, I won't let you drive. I won't ride in your car anymore."

"Hey, hey, Grandpa! Everyone who's involved in a revolution makes mistakes sometimes. You can't deny me a chance to correct my mistake just because I made one, right?"

"You can talk about other things, but you can't fool around with driving. I heard that some people get into accidents all the time after they have one."

Wan Feng didn't like to hear this.

"Grandpa, are you saying that hitting trees can be addictive?"

"Others may not know, but it may happen to you."

Look, there is no place to reason here.

Han Guangjia didn't say anything either. He just drove the car at a humming speed with a smile on his face.

After more than ten minutes, the pickup truck drove to the beach.

Wan Feng looked out the car window toward the sea.

The land reclamation project on the seashore has been completed, and an area of ​​three to four square kilometers has been reclaimed.

Wan Feng remembered that he hadn't been here for two or three months, just after the Spring Festival. How come there were so many tower cranes erected?

"We are going to build a port here. In the future, the Navy's 052D destroyers with a capacity of less than 10,000 tons will be able to dock here."

The 052D has a full load displacement of more than 7,000 tons, so of course it can dock.

"052D? What is that? When did the navy get this thing?" Zhu Guoxiong asked in confusion.

I let it slip that the navy doesn't have any 052D now, not even 052...it seems there is no 051.

"I'm talking about the Sovremenny class that will be imported from Russia in the future."

"What about the earlier ones? Oh, by the way, when will the aircraft carrier you promised me arrive?"

"Old man, when did I promise you an aircraft carrier? How can you deny it just because it's just a matter of time? Do you have any military spirit at all?"

Zhu Guoxiong laughed heartily: "You little bastard, you're putting two hats on me."