Having achieved his goal, Xia Yu toasted Meng Qiao.
“Ah la notre!” (Raise a glass to us!)
The wine glasses clinked, releasing their aroma.
He's a rough guy, so he can't really appreciate the merits of a 2005 Lafite. He prefers sparkling wines like champagne and beer, which he can also drink while eating Chinese food.
That day, Xia Yu and Lao Anka stayed at Meng Qiao's villa. The next day, instead of rushing back, they borrowed a car to visit Uncle Tai.
"Xia, I'm planning to go back home. Do you want to come with me?"
The situation in the country is relatively stable, but Uncle Tai hasn't been back for two years, so it's normal for him to go back and stay for a month or two.
"Not for now. My parents will start nagging me when I get back. Uncle Tai, could you please bring me something back with you?"
Xia Yu rejected Uncle Tai's suggestion.
He's a very busy man these days, and he really doesn't have time to go back and play dumb with his parents, trying to outwit them. He should just bring something to show his filial piety!
When Xia Yu went bankrupt, Lao Xia went back to work as an excavator operator on construction sites, and his retired mother also went back to work. Together they saved money to pay off their son's debts. Otherwise, why would they say that having a son means he's coming to collect debts?
Fortunately, Xia Yu was not defeated. He came to Afica to work and pay off his debts, and then had another adventure.
Paying off the debts and letting my parents go home to enjoy their retirement is the only thing I can't satisfy them for.
He was also helpless. A man who aspired to be the king of the PMC circle had to resort to blind dates to solve his relationship problems.
That would be a laughing stock. Even if he went back to his home country to get married and then went back to Afica to build his career, he would only be able to show up once a year. Would he be waiting to be cuckolded?
There are good girls, but Xia Yu doesn't want to hold them back.
"You, you, in just two years, I'll be having the same worries as Lao Xia."
Uncle Tai was both laughing and worried, because he also had a son!
After having a simple lunch and having sobered up from last night's drinking, Xia Yu bid farewell to Uncle Tai and returned to the airport where they had been before, pondering what gifts to prepare.
“Sir, Uncle Anka said he’s not coming back with us; he has other things to do.”
Domi jumped down from the rear cabin and told Xia Yu about Old Anka's arrangements.
“What else could he be doing? He’s just scared. Let’s go our own way and get back faster than him.”
Xia Yu knew exactly what Old Anka was thinking. He just needed more training. If it were Meng Qiao flying for 24 hours, he wouldn't have any problems.
"By the way, would you like to try out the gunner's compartment? The view from there is even better!"
"Sir, is that alright?"
Domi sounded very excited; this bubble cabin is indeed very attractive to young people.
"There's nothing wrong with that, just don't press the buttons on the dashboard randomly."
Xia Yu opened the gunner's hatch from the other side and beckoned Domi to hurry up and go inside.
"Whoosh~ Whoosh~ Whoosh~~"
Xia Yu started the two tV3-117 turboshaft engines and put on earmuffs to block out the noise.
Although it is a relatively old model, it can still produce a powerful output of 2 x 1640 kilowatts.
That's enough. He's not going to fly to Mount Kilimanjaro for combat, and a service ceiling of 4,500 meters is sufficient for most scenarios.
"Domi, would you like to try out the Levisman maneuver?"
Having left Busa and gotten rid of the burden (Old Anka), Xia Yu was itching to get rid of it all.
"Yes, sir!"
Poor Domi had no idea what he had agreed to.
"Then sit tight!"
Xia Yu adjusted the nose of the plane downwards and swooped straight down, imagining that the rainforest below was full of rebels, and that he should clear out the rocket nests at this moment.
Domi, in the forward gun compartment, felt his heart pounding over 180. As he watched the ground getting closer and closer, he wondered if they were about to crash.
"Buzz~~"
Xia Yu suddenly pulled up the nose of the helicopter, and the helicopter's attitude instantly changed from a dive to a climb.
It's so exciting! If I hadn't never ridden a roller coaster before, I would definitely think this is better.
Is this the end?
No, after climbing several hundred meters, Xia Yu directly rotated 180° around the rotor shaft and turned back, diving again towards the battlefield it had just "ploughed".
This time, they unleashed a barrage of Gatling gun fire. The ace helicopter's last bullet was itself, so what is the point of conserving ammunition?
"Domi, how are you feeling?"
I've exited the cabin and feel great!
After a long silence, Domi felt as if her soul and body had separated.
The young man still needs more practice. He's only just gotten to the helicopter. If Xia Yu were to switch to a supersonic fixed-wing fighter jet, wouldn't he die on the spot?
“Sir, I think I’m better suited to the ground.”
A few minutes later, Domi, who had regained her senses, still chickened out.
"Okay, but the position of door machine gunner is still yours."
Xia Yu didn't force him; being a pilot represents a high standard, and not just anyone can do it.
Even weapons officers, who have lower requirements, have to endure the discomfort caused by various maneuvers.
For the rest of the journey, Xia Yu flew as steadily as possible and returned to Konglujia at a relatively economical speed.
As it slowly descended in the sunset, the atmosphere was quite romantic, but unfortunately no girl wanted to sit in its gunner's cabin.
As the landing gear was released, Xia Yu was filled with emotion.
If he were a super-rich man, there would be a line of sports cars in the passenger seat, but if he were to ride alongside these cheap jerks, no girl would want to get in his car.
Xia Yu and Duomi made it to dinner as the hangar's electric doors were lowered.
Because a phone call was made before takeoff, the dinner was very plentiful, and even though Domi didn't have much of an appetite, she ate two extra bowls of rice.
This young man still loves sweets. He stares at the scrambled eggs with tomatoes as he picks up his chopsticks, pouring all the broth into his bowl to mix with his rice. Isn't the saliva chicken next to him delicious?
"Domi, get ready. We need to go to Gineya in about a week."
After lunch, Xia Yu took out her notebook for keeping track of her schedule and flipped through it.
"Yes, sir!"
Domi noted down this place called Kinnaia.
He initially thought it was a nearby city, but after looking at the map, he realized it was a country.
So, is he going abroad?
Domi, who had only ever been to Busa and had never left the country, was very excited, especially after learning that the country also spoke French.
Actually, there's no reason to get excited about this.
Their languages shouldn't be the same; ultimately, they just haven't received enough education.
"Domi, I think you should read more history books... never mind, I'll send you a few later."
As the boss, Xia Yu felt he had an obligation to shape his employees' values, and if he had to say it was about CPU, he would agree.
He doesn't owe wages, he pays high salaries, even if he works at JPG, he's still a good boss.
Another day passed before Old Anka returned by passenger plane.
Even the worst Boeing 737-200 is better than a flying tractor. He wants to live a couple more years so he can hold his grandson in his arms!
People may have different skin colors, but they share similar ideas; it's just that their national circumstances are quite different.
Old Anka himself married three wives, and he hoped that young Anka could also marry at least three and have many children.
The reason I'm not marrying anyone right now is because my son is in the prime of his career.
Once the rebels are quelled and he is successfully promoted to brigade commander, the Anka family can then form a marriage alliance with a larger family.
This is nothing new; Xia Yu still has a lot to do to support the young man's performance!
Yes, carrying money in sacks.
Isn't the job of a military contractor to clear all obstacles for their clients? It's perfectly understandable that they would charge compensation commensurate with the intensity of their work.
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