"Oh my! Your Taoyuan Group is known as a trillion-dollar group. Are you really running out of money?"
Huh? A trillion?
Ji Pengfei's statement seems a bit exaggerated. It's not trillions, but hundreds of billions are about the same.
But Ji Pengfei winked at me, and I immediately understood:
"The group's money, plus the savings of the three of us brothers, have all been invested in this fighter plane.
I decided to produce a few dozen and sell them to make some money back."
The second-in-command said: "Okay, Fourth Brother! Stop singing the same tune.
The current technology of this fighter is enough to shock us.
Engineer Zheng! Daxia will order ten units for you first. Please name your price.
In addition, this type of fighter jet will be listed as a restricted export weapon, and the research and development funds will be supplemented for you. You can discuss this with Lao Si."
Oh my god! Isn't this the accountant and cashier's job?
We are family, so everything is easy to discuss.
"Leaders! Don't you want to see Dean Yao's plane?"
The second-in-command glanced at Dean Yao and said, "It will probably take another year for their plane to be completed."
Dean Yao's face flushed red. "Um... Engineer Zheng! I wonder if the materials for your plane can..."
"No! All the materials of my plane were developed to match my aero-engine, and they are also very laborious to process.
Even if we give you the materials, you won’t be able to process them.”
"this……"
If we are asked to process the materials, what is the difference between that and producing airplanes?
I really want to say that it is only a matter of time before President Yao loses. Why does he still care about a basket plane?
But the leaders above me haven’t said anything, so I don’t want to bring this up anymore.
"Fourth Brother! Tell them about the Salar Desert! I need to summarize the parameters and functions of this aircraft."
them?
Who? Besides me, is there anyone else going to the desert?
Indeed, besides me, there is also Dean Yao and his men.
Plus a special operations team.
Ji Pengfei brought us into the conference room, and the first thing I saw was Peng Jun eating peanuts.
Other hermits all look like immortals, but he is not only sloppy, but also doesn't care about his image in anything he does.
"Haha! Little Zheng Yang! You even dare to make up stories about me now?"
After Peng Jun finished speaking, I quickly smiled and said, "President Peng, please forgive me! I just thought that the desert area looks a lot like yours."
"You little rascal! But you're right."
oh?
Peng Jun looked at the others, put down the peanuts, and clapped his hands.
"Has everyone almost arrived?"
Ji Pengfei nodded: "We are all here."
"Um!"
Peng Jun took out a fish tank and placed it on the table:
"That's the situation over there."
What does that mean? I can't get in down there?
"General Peng! Do you mean we can get in from upstairs?"
“In theory, it is possible, but now no one knows how high the walls on all four sides are.
Also, I don’t know what’s on it.
Let me put it this way! My proposition is - breaking the wall! "
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