As soon as Ye Mingshuang got out of the car, he shouted towards the kitchen:
"Old Zhou, is the private room I booked still available?"
A fat boss was cooking while smiling and waving his hands:
"Boss Ye, the private room is reserved for you. How about it? Can we serve the food now?"
"Serve the food, we are all hungry."
"Okay!"
It is called a private room, but it is actually just a small room built temporarily with only a table and chairs in it, but it is wiped clean.
Lin Sanqi and the others didn't take it seriously. Ye Mingshuang personally used tea to heat everyone's bowls and chopsticks:
"Director Lin, cousin, don't underestimate this Lao Zhou Restaurant. Their goose hotpot is a specialty in Qingyuan, and you have to make a reservation in advance to enjoy it. Also, Director Lin specifically ordered Qingyuan white-cut chicken, which is also normal for this restaurant.
See? Their chickens, ducks, and geese are all raised by the reservoir. They don't use any feed at all. They're slaughtered and cooked right after customers place their order. They're incredibly fresh and super delicious. Even local gourmets don't know about this place.
Lin Sanqi sucked his saliva:
"Brother Ye, what you said makes me even more greedy."
As they were talking, the waiter started serving the dishes one by one:
"Boss, this is our specialty Zhouxin porridge. The nine ingredients, including the pork kidney and pig heart, are all the freshest. We kill a pig every day. The rice is smooth and the pork offal is tender."
Lin Sanqi filled a bowl, tasted it, and thought that the pork offal porridge tasted good, but it was far inferior to the pork offal porridge he made at home.
The Lin family's pork offal porridge is made with Tibetan fragrant pigs. Because of Lin Sanqi's golden finger, all the pork offal is the freshest and kept steaming hot.
At this time, the waiter brought another clay pot, which emitted a strong meaty aroma as soon as it was served.
"Boss, this is our specialty, goose stew. We use black-bristled geese raised in Qingyuan. The meat is firm and delicious, and low in fat.
Our restaurant uses the traditional "three-simmer and three-braising" technique. We first use goose bones to make a broth, then gradually add goose meat, offal and side dishes to simmer. The broth is rich and mellow, and we guarantee that our customers will never forget it after eating it.
Ye Mingshuang personally picked up the first piece of goose meat and gave it to Lin Jiafang.
Lin Sanqi tasted it and nodded repeatedly: "It's really delicious and very tasty. This portion of goose meat is not cheap, right?"
Ye Mingshuang held up four fingers and said, "480 yuan per portion. Most people can't even afford this."
Lin Sanqi thought that the catering business was difficult. The key was to have your own special dishes. In addition, the quality had to be up to standard. If you fooled the diners, it would be a one-time business at best.
The three of them didn't drink any alcohol. Lin Sanqi took out a cake of Iceland Pu'er tea and asked the waiter to make tea.
After they had almost finished eating, the three of them began to slow down and start chatting.
Ye Mingshuang asked curiously:
"Mr. Lin, purchasing 10 billion worth of construction machinery at one time and selling it to Africa is quite risky.
Let me tell you, Africans are not honest when doing business. Last time we exported 50 excavators to an African country, but we still couldn't get the payment.
Later, when we pressed him, he said there was a diamond mine in the area and asked if we had the courage to go mining. He would mortgage the mine to us.
My goodness, although the diamond mine was theoretically in the hands of the government forces, the territory was actually completely controlled by the rebels. It was impossible for us to go mining there, and it ended up becoming a bad debt.
If you send 10 billion yuan worth of machinery there, I think it will be enough, not to mention whether the African market can absorb it, just the return of the money from Africans.”
On the African continent, black people have never thought about developing the economy or planting agriculture. They are either fighting or on the way to war all day long.
Lin Sanqi thought that Ye Mingshuang was an honest man, no wonder he couldn't do as well as others in business.
"It's okay. I have a regular warlord partnership in Africa. We've had a long-standing relationship. So far, I haven't suffered any losses from them. I won't go after them. I just want to earn some hard-earned money."
Section Chief Song interrupted at this time:
"Brother, don't underestimate Director Lin. Lingnan Hall now has extensive business in Africa. Last time, they even exported machine tools worth billions. Although this guy is dishonest and refuses to say which country the machines went to, but judging by his good mood, you can tell he's making a lot of money."
Lin Sanqi said with disdain:
"If you weren't watching me, I could have purchased cheaper machines and made more money. Believe it or not, those second-hand generators are at least one-third cheaper if we buy them ourselves."
Section Chief Song was not annoyed, but smiled:
"That's not necessarily true. You know the situation back home. Without connections, they'd rather let it rot in the warehouse than sell it to you. So we deserve to earn the agency fee, haha."
Lin Sanqi's eyes suddenly turned, wanting to test the waters:
"Hey, Brother Song, are you willing to sell domestic aircraft?"
Section Chief Song almost choked to death on the hot porridge. He coughed a few times and took a sip of Pu'er tea before he recovered.
Lin Sanqi also said with disdain:
"Hey, hey, hey, this is top-grade Iceland Pu'er tea. This pot of tea alone is worth tens of thousands of yuan, and you just drank it in one gulp? You're like an old cow drinking water."
Section Chief Song became serious and asked:
“There are so many domestic aircraft, what kind of aircraft do you want to buy?
That shouldn't be the case. When you wealthy people buy private jets, don't you all choose the Bombardier Global 7500, Gulfstream G650ER, or Dassault Falcon 8X? Or, if you're even richer, you might just buy a Boeing 747 or Airbus A380 and modify it.
What domestic aircraft could catch the eye of Chairman Lin? I heard that COMAC's C919 is almost finished, but it hasn't been launched yet. Speaking of new aircraft, would you dare to ride it?
Lin Sanqi picked up a piece of boiled chicken and laughed:
"Brother Song, have you forgotten what I do? I'm a professional junk collector. I just wanted to ask if any of our old domestic aircraft are for sale?"
Section Chief Song put down his chopsticks and became serious:
"Clarify it, which ones do you mean?"
Lin Sanqi stretched out his fingers and counted:
"There are so many, for example, the J-20, codenamed Weilong, is pretty good. Hehe. And as for transport planes, the Y-20, codenamed Kunpeng, is also good. And the WZ-20 helicopter would also be fine. As for passenger planes, if you can't build them, I'll go abroad and find a solution myself."
Section Chief Song rolled his eyes at Lin Sanqi, then picked up his chopsticks and started eating again.
"You, stop dreaming. I only know that you, a bastard capitalist, have no bad intentions. Otherwise, if someone said these things to me, I would have every reason to arrest you and let you have a taste of the little dark room."
Ye Mingshuang was also a kid from a large compound, so he naturally understood the special features of the aircraft that Lin Sanqi mentioned.
Precisely because these planes are too advanced and are not for sale, they know that Lin Sanqi is joking and does not really want to buy them.
Lin Sanqi did not move his chopsticks, but said seriously:
"Brother Song, I'm serious. Don't disbelieve me. Don't you know how much money I have?"
Section Chief Song blinked, somewhat confused:
"Lin Sanqi, don't you know what the current domestic situation is? Even if you buy a private jet, applying for a flight route is a hassle. What's more, you want to buy a military version of the plane. What do you want to do? Don't make trouble for yourself.
If you're really a military fan, I can get you a few empty fighter jets and put them in your yard for people to take pictures and admire. Is that okay?"
Lin Sanqi instantly thought of the discarded airplanes in the park when he was a child. He could climb up and take a photo for 2 yuan.
"Oh, no, what use would I have for an empty plane like this? If we can't get advanced aircraft, then we can always buy fighter jets that have been eliminated by our country, right?
Any J-7 or J-8 fighter jet will do, and transport planes like the Y-7 and Y-8 are also fine. Those should be outdated, right? Sell me some.
If that doesn't work, try looking for an Xian MA600 passenger plane, one of those old turboprop models that makes a humming noise. I'm interested in any aircraft the country has retired."
When they heard that Lin Sanqi wanted this antique plane, Ye Mingshuang and Song Taichu were a little stunned.
Section Chief Song did not sound any alarm bells because the models Lin Sanqi mentioned had all been withdrawn from active service. They were either sealed, destroyed, or parked in an "aircraft graveyard" like Lushan Airport.
As our national strength grows, our army has more advanced weapons and aircraft.
The old models that Lin Sanqi mentioned will not pose any security threat to our country at all. Do they really think our Hongqi-9 air defense missile system is just a decoration?
But as long as it involves military use, it is not a trivial matter in the country.
Section Chief Song asked curiously:
"Why would a capitalist like you want these old planes? Are you asking this on behalf of those small African countries?"
Lin Sanqi nodded repeatedly:
"Yes, yes, yes. These obsolete aircraft of ours are definitely considered high-tech in Africa, a killer weapon. If we export them to Africa, you can make a fortune by recycling them, and I can also make some hard-earned money."
"Africa?"
A picture instantly emerged in Section Chief Song’s mind: our old J-7 fighter jets faced the enemy’s Rafale fighter jets and were completely defeated.
"Is there really some stupid country that's interested in our old planes? No, what would they do with them? Even if we were willing to sell them, they would just be used as targets. That would be a complete disgrace."
Lin Sanqi thought, it's still unclear who will completely defeat whom in the Rafale fighter jets. (End of this chapter)
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