The four people looked at each other. Actually... I also want to know who did it.
They could understand Jim's obsession. A pilot from a developed country, a pilot flying the most advanced reconnaissance aircraft of the time, came to an underdeveloped country for reconnaissance, but he was caught, his plane was destroyed, and he was captured.
Old Man Su quickly adjusted his state and said contemptuously: "Listen carefully, this is not your vegetable garden. You can come and go as you please!"
Then let the translator translate.
The recorder recorded these powerful and proud words.
But only Old Man Su and the other three felt a little guilty...
Soon, the news about the capture of the American pilot and the salvage of the wreckage was reported, and the superiors also gave an order on the matter, completely ending the topic of "who did it".
......
Forty-nine cities.
Although it is early autumn, it is still very hot.
Near the city wall, there is an alley with people coming and going.
The alleys are as deep as the sea, filled with large and small shantytowns where the city’s lowest class of people live.
Early in the morning, housewives in every courtyard got up, either carrying spittoons or toilets, and went to the public toilets outside to dump the fertilizer that had accumulated overnight.
A little later, smoke rose from someone's home. The hostess was making a thin breakfast while calling the children who had stayed in bed to get up, wash, eat, and go to school.
The male owner usually doesn't have to do anything. He just gets up, eats, and then prepares to go out to work and make money.
Although life is hard, there is no disappointment or despair on anyone's face. Most of them have experienced hardships in the past, and now is much better than before.
So, really nothing can be compared and nothing can withstand comparison.
There is a restaurant at the entrance of the alley. Like the restaurant in Nanluoguxiang, this restaurant is also a state-owned restaurant. The former private owner has now become an employee.
There were several round tables in front of the restaurant, occupying a small half of the alley, but there was no urban management at that time, and no one cared whether the restaurant was occupying the road. No one could move the tables, chairs, and benches without asking, or even take away the steaming steamer.
As usual, there were a few old folks eating at the stalls. As the city of Beijing has developed to this day, and even in the future, there will be no shortage of such old folks everywhere.
A man wearing a rather formal dark blue work suit and a pair of glasses, with a bowl of soy milk, a fried dough stick and a white steamed bun in front of him.
Judging from his appearance and the breakfast he had, he should be a person of status, but I don’t know how he got here to eat.
The old and young people would glance at the middle-aged man from time to time. What they cared about was not his breakfast, but the newspaper he placed on the table.
"Hey, Engineer Chen!" an old man asked, "Any news today? Read it to us."
It turned out that this middle-aged man was a skilled worker who was temporarily working nearby for work reasons and was arranged to live temporarily in a courtyard in the alley. His home was not here, and the state provided him with food, so he ate and read newspapers here every day.
The old people are used to listening to him talk about national affairs early in the morning!
Mr. Chen smiled, picked up the newspaper he hadn't opened yet without any airs, and opened it habitually to show the front-page headline.
The next second, Mr. Chen was stunned, his expression changed drastically, his eyebrows twitched, his eyes were excited, and his hands trembled.
He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, as if he couldn't believe what he saw. Then he put his glasses back on, pointed at the newspaper, and read word by word.
When the old men saw him like this, they all stood up and slowly came over.
However, without waiting for them to come closer, Mr. Chen suddenly slapped the table, causing the soy milk on the table to spill out.
"Great news! Our army shot down three of Midea's most advanced U2 reconnaissance planes..." Engineer Chen roared.
That’s right, this is the news published in the newspaper, the front-page headline, using the entire page to report this good news. There is nothing else on the entire page except this news.
The old guards were shocked, but they had no chance to ask, because Engineer Chen was so happy that he didn't even bother to have breakfast. He waved newspapers all the way and shouted like Fan Jin, who passed the imperial examination: "Good news, our army shot down three of the most advanced reconnaissance planes of the United States. The whole country will have a three-day holiday..."
"What chicken did he just talk about? If there's a chicken, you don't even want white flour buns?"
"Your brain is like paste. It's not the chicken you eat, it's the plane flying in the sky..."
"The airplane for young children, I heard him say, is the airplane for children to play with the most advanced?"
"......"
Many people didn’t understand what the planes in the news were, but that didn’t stop the city from being in an uproar, just like the excitement in the command center before.
The good news spread quickly through word of mouth among the people, and soon spread throughout the entire city, and as time went on, it spread throughout the country.
Without waiting for the holiday tomorrow, the streets of Beijing have become a sea of joy, with many people taking to the streets spontaneously.
The street offices in various places began to get busy, making arrangements for this sudden celebration in an experienced and organized manner.
Deep in the alley, there is a back room with a large courtyard.
Jiang Hua, who had changed her name, held a note in her hand. After reading the contents on it, she put the note in her mouth and chewed it without saying a word.
Swallowing the note, Jiang Hua murmured: "Another mission, but... where can I find their secret weapons and secret forces..."
That’s right, a secret force. This is the explanation given by Meidi and Niang Xipi for the failure of the three U2s.
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