Chen Dong steadied himself.
Finally, he was no longer nervous.
Then Chen Dong explained in detail the purpose of his visit to Elder Lin.
"Mr. Lin, I'm in Russia..."
Chen Dong gave a brief account of his business dealings in Russia.
After listening, Old Lin nodded repeatedly and couldn't help but praise, "After hearing about what you've said, I can feel the danger involved."
"Sometimes, it's not easy for you businessmen to make money!"
Mr. Lin's understanding warmed Chen Dong's heart.
Chen Dong thought to himself, "As expected of the top leaders of China, their thinking is far superior to that of ordinary people."
The distance between the two seemed to shrink considerably in that instant.
Old Lin's attitude was not like that of a businessman who had suddenly come to see him, but more like that of someone looking at a junior of his.
Chen Dong lowered his guard and said, "Old Lin, to be honest, I have already obtained a channel from Russia, and we can exchange goods for fighter jets to bring back."
"What?"
Old Lin, who had been looking kind, suddenly stood up from the sofa.
Old Lin's expression changed slightly. He looked at Chen Dong in surprise, then slowly asked, "You? You're exchanging fighter jets for them, are you going to sell them to us?"
this……
It seems that Elder Lin has misunderstood.
Chen Dong shook his head and explained, "Mr. Lin, let me tell you the truth."
"Actually, exchanging fighter jets over there involves money, and I will pay for it out of my own pocket."
"What I mean is, I want to bring the plane back and donate it to China, to the motherland I love."
Upon hearing this, Old Lin's expression became even more excited.
Those are Russian fighter jets!
It should be understood that Russian fighter jets were a very important war resource for China at that time.
Old Lin is also a straightforward person.
Next, Mr. Lin inquired about some more details.
Old Lin asked, "How confident are you about getting the airplane? Is it really possible to get it back?"
"I'm 100% sure!" Chen Dong replied confidently.
Old Lin walked around the room twice, and finally picked up the landline on the desk in his study and made a call.
"Hey! Old Li, call Old Wang and the others, come to my house now!"
"Hey, stop asking! It's great news, incredibly great news! If this goes well, we can get a batch of fighter jets!"
"Haha, with these fighter jets, our soldiers can finally hold their heads high and no longer have to put up with the humiliation of those bastards!"
At this point, Mr. Lin couldn't help but shed tears.
In a daze, Old Lin's gaze seemed to return to many years ago.
Amidst gunfire and bombardment, countless soldiers sacrificed themselves, forging the China we know today with their blood and flesh!
if……
If China had even one more plane back then, so many soldiers wouldn't have lost their lives in vain.
A figure appeared, seemingly traversing time.
Behind him was the position, and figures were struggling to raise the captured cannon barrels.
"fire!"
boom!
The artillery fire exploded in the air and finally hit an enemy plane that was diving down.
At the same time, the figure slowly collapsed, lifeless.
Suddenly, Old Lin felt a lump in his throat, and tears streamed down his cheeks.
Someone like Elder Lin, who had actually been on the battlefield and survived, deeply understands how important fighter jets are to a country!
Old Lin wiped away his tears, sniffed, and calmed down.
He turned around and said to Chen Dong, "Kid, remember what I'm about to say!"
"Some people like me will be coming later. Changing fighter jets is a big deal, and we need to meet up. But don't be nervous, they're just here to get a feel for the situation."
Seeing this, Chen Dong nodded repeatedly.
At this moment, Chen Dong could somewhat understand what Elder Lin was thinking.
The older generation, especially veterans who have been on the battlefield, have the greatest wish to improve national defense capabilities.
Such fear has long been ingrained in the bones of the Chinese people.
Chen Dong had never been on a battlefield, but the business world was just like one.
They felt the same hardships and helplessness, and wished they could kill all these heartless foreigners.
That's why Chen Dong is desperately trying to seize this opportunity.
He wants to bring the fighter jets back to China!
Enhancing China's national defense will also give the Chinese people more confidence in facing the outside world.
Before long, the rest of the group arrived.
The older people are all about the same age as Mr. Lin.
A group of people sat casually on the sofa and chairs.
Old Lin smiled at Chen Dong and said, "Little Chen, repeat what you just said to me."
"Let these old fogies hear just how outstanding the new generation of China is!"
The way Old Lin looked at Chen Dong was as if he were seeing his own grandson, and the future of China.
If there were ten thousand, no, a thousand, out of 1.4 billion Chinese people like Chen Dong, or even just a hundred, how could China not become strong?
As expected, Chen Dong succinctly explained the matter of changing planes.
Just as Chen Dong finished speaking, one of the old men with a beard slammed his hand on the table.
"Dry!"
Chen Dong was startled by the man's actions.
It should be noted that the people sitting in this room are the true high-ranking officials of China.
The bearded old man grinned at Chen Dong and laughed heartily, "Kid, don't be afraid. What I mean is, this matter has to be done!"
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