Chapter 85 The Path Home (Completed)...
Moscow Airport.
He Changyi escorted Yan Zhengchuan and the two experts to the terminal. Their mission for this overseas inspection trip had already been exceeded.
Professors Liu and Huang studied tanks during the day and worked late into the night, having already drafted a preliminary report before boarding the plane. They even edited together a short video using footage they had taken.
Even if the T-80 tank is blocked from being transported back to China, they can still rely on the existing materials to promote the development of domestically produced third-generation tanks.
What's more, there's also Old Ivan's work notes!
When He Changyi handed the notebook to Professor Liu, he burst into tears upon seeing the familiar handwriting, choking back sobs.
"Teacher...Teacher Ivan..."
Professor Huang was also very excited, but managed to maintain his usual composure and patted Professor Liu on the shoulder.
"You have a good teacher...we all have a good teacher..."
Professor Liu cherished this notebook extremely, even going so far as to copy it by hand without sleep. In just a few days, the old man's dark circles almost reached his chin, and he became haggard, with disheveled hair and wrinkled shirts, no longer resembling the refined professor he had first met.
In the end, He Changyi brought back a printer and made ten copies of the notebook.
Yan Zhengchuan took the original and five copies with him, while He Changyi scattered the remaining copies in various places to prevent them from being lost.
She slipped one copy into the bundle of banknotes in the safe, another into the bottom of the voucher box in the basement, and stored one in the bank safe. Finally, she put two more copies: one in a hidden compartment in the ceiling, and the other, sealed in plastic, into the doghouse.
Black dog: ? ? ?
He Changyi grabbed its muzzle and kindly instructed, "Be a good boy and watch carefully. Don't bite it or I'll smash your balls."
The black dog didn't understand, but enthusiastically shoved its furry head into He Changyi's hands, and then whimpered and leaned against her, as if it were still a puppy that could be easily picked up.
Yan Zhengchuan, who was passing by: ...
No, everyone, be the judge, does this dog have any shame?
The black dog lifted its eyelids, growled at Yan Zhengchuan with disdain, then tugged at the lips by He Changyi before leaning against her tenderly.
Yan Zhengchuan: "...In the first month of the lunar calendar, I'll give you a wolfhound, a well-trained dog, the kind that recognizes its own family."
Before he could finish speaking, the black dog suddenly jumped up from the ground and roared angrily at Yan Zhengchuan, causing the wall plaster to slide down in a flurry.
He Changyi had to pull hard on the black dog's loose scruff of its neck to prevent it from lunging at Yan Zhengchuan.
"Second brother, save your breath. If you dare send a dog to compete for attention, it won't even let you in the door next time. Besides, if you don't leave soon, I won't be able to hold it back!"
Yan Zhengchuan snorted, calmly turned around, and then disappeared in a flash. The sound of the door closing and locking could be heard in the distance.
Professor Huang, carrying a teacup, passed by outside and, unsurprised, remarked to Professor Liu beside him, "Young people are just full of energy."
Professor Liu pondered: "You said the T-80 gas turbine consumes so much fuel, how did the Chinese solve the fuel problem for long-distance raids?"
Professor Huang chuckled, nodded to He Changyi who was holding the dog, and smoothly continued Professor Liu's words.
"I think this might be a trade-off from the original design. Although it consumes a lot of fuel, it has high mobility and a fast start-up speed, which could probably give it unexpected advantages in frigid weather and harsh battlefield environments..."
The two professors walked away, discussing something. He Changyi tugged at the black dog's ear and asked, "Did you understand?"
Black dog: ?
If it had fingers, it would point at itself and say, "You're asking me?"
He Changyi rubbed the dog's face with exasperation, "No way, your education level is too low, you still need to study. I'll enroll you in a tutoring class later, and you can learn properly from the teacher. How can a dignified Caucasian Shepherd not understand the advantages and disadvantages of the T-80 tank?"
Black Dog: ...I love my human, but she can be a little crazy sometimes.
Tutoring a dog? And teaching it the world's most advanced third-generation tank technology? Is this even humane?
Before parting at the airport, Yan Zhengchuan avoided the two experts and whispered to He Changyi, "Take care of yourself, come home to visit when you have time, your family misses you very much."
He Changyi raised his hand and helped straighten Yan Zhengchuan's turned-up collar, while patting him on the shoulder.
"Don't worry, Second Brother." She paused before saying, "I'll be fine."
Yan Zhengchuan hesitated, unable to speak.
He Changyi kindly asked, "If you have something to say, just say it. Don't hold it in."
Yan Zhengchuan immediately said, "Don't commit crimes, and don't kill people indiscriminately."
He thought for a moment, then lowered his voice and added, "If you really want to kill me, just tell me, and I'll take care of it for you!"
This was the only request he, as a criminal investigator, had for his younger sister!
At least if he were to do it, he would do it much cleaner than she would, after all, he's a professional (not really...).
He Changyi: ...
She pushed Yan Zhengchuan to the boarding gate with a blank expression.
"You'd better get out of here right now!"
After seeing Yan Zhengchuan and his entourage off, He Changyi began preparations to transport the T-80 tank he had bought back, along with the old-fashioned tanks and spherical tanks he had also bought, back to China.
To be honest, this is not an easy task.
After all, arms deals are extremely sensitive, let alone transporting one country's active equipment to another, especially when relations between the two countries are at a sensitive time, neither allies nor enemies, the balance is delicate and difficult to strike.
If it is not done discreetly enough, it will not only affect relations between the two countries, but also cause a huge uproar internationally.
He Changyi could even imagine the headlines on the front pages of international news, such as "Zhong and E join forces, disintegration fails, alliance suspected of making a comeback" and "Beware! A red specter is still wandering across the Eurasian continent."
At that time, journalists all over the world will be running as fast as Western journalists, or even faster!
Just thinking about the scene of zombies attacking the city gives He Changyi a real headache.
well.
She's just a small businesswoman who wants to make a fortune quietly; she can't possibly bear the weight of the world's attention!
Fortunately, He Changyi had already come up with a solution.
She contacted her long-term partner, an international shipping company, and another shipment of scrap steel was to be exported to China, but this time the goods were somewhat special—
"You bought a tank?!"
The freight forwarder, a familiar face, stared in shock at the steel behemoth before him. Despite its rust, the tank still bore the marks of war and bloodshed.
He Changyi stood next to the tank and affectionately patted the long cannon barrel.
"Isn't it great? I picked this out carefully from the tank graveyard. Look at it, isn't it beautiful?"
The freight forwarder's lips twitched: "...Excuse me for being blunt, but no matter how beautiful it is, it's still a tank."
Who in their right mind would buy a tank?
He Changyi said with a smile, "I like this big guy. My friend, please help me get it shipped back to China. I want to put it in front of my villa so that everyone can see it."
Freight forwarder: "...But this is a tank."
He Changyi walked over and patted him on the shoulder familiarly.
That's why I need your help.
The freight forwarder shook his head vehemently: "No, I can't do it, this is a tank!"
He has a wonderful life and doesn't want to experience prison food!
Moreover, an ancestor of his family had been imprisoned in the Gulag, and even if that person has been released now, he doesn't want to be the second one!
Hearing the freight forwarder's refusal, He Changyi was not angry. She slowly stuffed a bright green US dollar bill into the freight forwarder's pocket.
"What if that's the case?"
The freight forwarder's heart skipped a beat!
He spoke with difficulty, "Miss He, you're putting me in a difficult position..."
He Changyi smiled and said, "How could that be? We're friends."
As she spoke, she stuffed one US dollar bill after another into her pocket until it was bulging and almost overflowing.
"What about like this? And like this? And like this?"
The freight forwarder's breathing became rapid; he felt as if the banknotes in his pocket were burning his skin!
Those are US dollars! Hundred-dollar bills! More US dollars than his annual salary!
He Changyi clapped her hands one last time and asked him, "Do you think you can still do it now?"
Before the freight forwarder could speak, she added, "Don't worry, I'm a legitimate businesswoman and I never do anything illegal or criminal."
He Changyi raised his finger and pointed to the code name on the tank.
“Look, this is a retired tank. You can’t even find another tank of the same model in the active military. Who would want these old bastards? Nobody would care even if they were scrapped. But this time I want a complete one, just for my private collection.”
The freight forwarder finally made up their mind!
"If it's exported under the guise of handicrafts..."
He Changyi smiled, "You're right, this is of course just a craft item."
The operation was handled by an experienced freight forwarder, and the antique tanks and spherical tanks were declared as handicrafts through customs.
In theory, customs should inspect exported goods, but at this time, Russia's internal regulatory mechanisms were almost at a standstill, with widespread corruption from top to bottom. The prevalence of gray customs clearance made many customs officials complacent, and as long as the money was enough, they could even personally release nuclear bombs through customs. Not to mention that these were just a few old tanks, some of which didn't even have ammunition in their gun barrels.
However, the peculiarly shaped spherical tank still attracted the attention of some customs inspectors. After a quick glance at the scrap steel declared together, they enthusiastically gathered around the spherical tank and began to discuss it.
"Incredible! Spherical tanks actually exist in the world!"
"Can it even fight? I mean, where's its gun? Is the only way this tank can attack to run over the enemy with its wheels?"
"The spherical tank is utter garbage; those scientists are just using it to scam funding!"
Amid the heated discussion, no one noticed that some tank parts were quietly buried among the mountains of scrap steel.
Completely different from retired tanks, they look more familiar and are more advanced...
If someone possessed X-ray vision, their gaze would fall upon a deliberately erased armor number amidst the haphazardly piled scrap metal.
Among the remaining traces, a line of numbers is faintly visible; it is probably—T-80.
After successfully clearing customs, the cargo ship towed the containers out of the port and headed towards the distant East.
As the ship departed, He Changyi sat in her office and looked out the window with a sense of unease. She seemed to hear the ship's horn.
However, there was one thing He Changyi didn't know.
As the cargo ship sails into international waters, beside the stacks of containers, an unassuming crew member drags a deck polisher, routinely completing his daily rust removal work.
When he reached a certain container, he paused slightly, then walked past as if nothing had happened.
Two battlefronts, one in the open, one in the shadows.
Some operate in the light, while others remain hidden in the darkness to protect.
The long, bright sound of the ship's whistle echoed across the boundless blue sea, startling a flock of snow-white seabirds that were riding the wind.
Whether in light or darkness, they will eventually return home.
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