Ruan Xianxian looked up and looked back, saying directly, "I'm not an expert in this area, but the most direct difference I've noticed is between power and weapons."

The United States has already adopted gas turbine power systems, while we are still using steam power systems.

She doesn't need to mention the weapons; everyone present understands the differences between the two countries.

"You're right." The young man nodded, his gaze sweeping over the crowd.

"If the U.S. military's gas turbine propulsion system is cracked, reducing the ship's draft, the remaining weight can be used to install two long-range strike weapons."

He paused, and regardless of the expressions on the faces of the powerful figures present, his expression remained sincere and earnest.

"Therefore, we need it very much. We hope that Comrade Ruan, considering the development of national strength and the thirst for knowledge at the Jinan Shipyard, can give priority to providing us with the captured warships for research."

Ruan Xianxian's expression was strange. Just when she thought this was another bookworm who only talked and liked to morally blackmail others, the young man silently took out a document from his briefcase.

"I wonder if Comrade Ruan has ever seen Baotu Spring? The scenery of Jinan is always ready to welcome you."

Ruan Xianxian glanced casually at the document with her big eyes, and the next moment, she slammed the page shut, as if she wanted to press half of her body down on it so no one could see.

Her actions aroused the curiosity of the bigwigs at the table.

The mountain villa was surprisingly a small villa with a view of Baotu Spring.

His eyes turned toward Haishi, his throat dry, "Haishi Shipyard is a top-tier shipyard in China, both in terms of technology and talent."

How about we give this US warship to the eager-to-learn South Shipyard?

The air in Haishi was momentarily still when a middle-aged man with a gentle face but extremely cold eyes spoke with a smile:

"No matter how beautiful Baotu Spring is, it can't compare to the bustling and rapidly developing mirage. Don't you agree, Comrade Ruan?"

After speaking, the man glanced at Yang Fen, and their eyes met. Yang Fen nodded without changing his expression.

The two dilapidated brick houses, originally intended as temporary shelters for rural folks, are to be replaced with truly historic Western-style buildings.

His heart was breaking. He had originally planned to sell the Western-style house, one room for his grandson's wedding and the other as a dowry for his granddaughter.

Now all the benefits are going to this country bumpkin.

The old houses that truly occupy an excellent geographical advantage are becoming increasingly rare, and thinking of this, his face darkened, and his eyes turned unfriendly.

Ruan Xianxian smiled, propped her head up with one hand, and spoke in a lazy voice.

"Sorry! Compared to future economic development, I still prefer staying at the mountain resort and looking at Baotu Spring. My stomach isn't good, so I can't stomach empty promises."

Everyone gasped in astonishment. The Southern Fleet had actually offered a whole villa as payment—they were really going all out!

The middle-aged man with the beer-rimmed glasses spoke in a gentle tone, "No matter how beautiful the scenery, it can't compare to immediate benefits, don't you think, Comrade Ruan?"

Then he turned his head toward Yang Fen, thought for a moment, and said, "I remember, I remember that the lower corner is currently under construction and planning. I wonder if Comrade Ruan has any interest in this."

If this collaboration goes well, we may well have another opportunity to work together.

The scenery of the mighty river, named after your surname as the name of a commercial street, how could it not be more beautiful than a spring?

He only said that he invited Ruan Xianxian to participate, but he didn't say how far she would go or how much money it would cost.

They're clearly trying to fool the country folk.

Once the words were spoken, if she actually had the funds to invest in the construction, the head of the hall would not refuse.

Ruan Xianxian touched her face. She was clearly a native of Beijing, so why did everyone treat her like a country bumpkin?

She smiled as if she had just thought of something. She guessed that it was her mixed accent, which was neither quite Beijing nor quite Heilongjiang, that had given people a preconceived notion!

With a glint in her eyes, she realized that if others wanted to treat her like a fool, then she would just be a fool.

Investing in the development of the lower-class area, looking at the present from the future, was something she wouldn't have dared to imagine when she was first reborn.

Since others have provided the entry ticket, don't blame her for bringing a ton of gold she picked up from the Dwarf Kingdom into the Haicheng real estate market.

The thought flashed through her mind in an instant. She sat up straight, chest out, head held high, and said, "In building and developing this important economic zone, although I am but a nobody, I am willing to do my part."

Comrade Sun, Comrade Li, I may need to apologize to you!

The young man looked at Ruan Xianxian with a meaningful gaze, a hint of regret on his face, but in his heart he thought, "This Comrade Ruan is really interesting!"

The contract was clearly for the right to lease and use the resort, but she subtly changed its meaning and used it as a bargaining chip in her negotiations with the shrewd people at the table.

He's now very interested in what this woman will use to shut herself up afterwards!

The young man remained outwardly calm, but his mind was racing.

With the warship now in its place, the atmosphere at the dinner table became extremely lively.

Hai Cheng treated her like a silly old lady, secretly looking down on her. The strategic significance of a complete American warship was far beyond what a few houses could compare to.

The starting point was not high.

Ruan Xianxian smiled broadly, slapped the table, and used the same trick he used to play with the big shots in Pingtou Village to order drinks.

She didn't care how vulgar or disgusting her behavior appeared to the other person.

All we know is that she's not worth much today, but in the future, a mansion worth hundreds of millions will be given to her for free. After she dies in thirty years, when her grandparents and grandchildren find out the truth, will they regret abandoning the old folks' ancestral graves?

She perfectly embodied the image of a simple-minded, naive girl, and these people, whose minds were more complex than honeycomb briquettes, were happy to play along.

After several rounds of drinks and several dishes, the guests and hosts enjoyed a pleasant meal of authentic local cuisine before parting ways.

As Ruan Xianxian was half-supported and half-carried out of the reception hall by Gong Ye, she cursed the future internet in her mind.

Who says that drinking culture is prevalent in the North, while the South only emphasizes tea culture?

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