For three or four days, Wan Feng stayed in the base and did not go out. He had a rare period of leisure time.
The mysterious old man probably forgot about him the moment he turned around and couldn't find him.
It is normal for people to have poor memory as they get older. Isn't it normal to forget something in the blink of an eye?
Wan Feng prayed that the mysterious old man would go back and enjoy his life quickly. Of course, it would be best if he could forget about the existence of such a person while he was enjoying his life.
Wan Feng took it for granted.
As the saying goes, man proposes, God disposes.
Wan Feng thought he had escaped the clutches of the military by running away early, but on the third day after he returned, Comrade Wang came to the base with a smile on his face.
When Comrade Wang came, Wan Feng was chatting with Han Meng in the yard of the base. When he saw Comrade Wang, Wan Feng looked up at the sky.
Then I saw dark clouds coming from the horizon, surging and violent.
Comrade Wang is in charge of Sijitun. Now that he has come here, it is obvious that Jiang Tang and the others have returned to Sijitun.
Jiang Tang and his partner returned to Sijitun, but he brought them here. Even if they used their knees to imagine, there would be no mysterious good things.
"Comrade Wang, why do I feel like you're doomed just by looking at you?"
Comrade Wang laughed out loud, "Boy, are you saying I'm a night owl?"
"Don't tell me, it really looks like it!"
"Like a fart."
"You said it was like fart, not me."
Comrade Wang smiled dumbly: "I can't argue with you. Someone asked me to bring you a book."
After saying that, he took out a plastic-covered notebook from his pocket and slapped it into Wan Feng's hand.
"I have to hurry back, so there's no need to keep me for lunch. I'm leaving."
Comrade Wang came quietly and left quietly.
I didn't take away a single cloud but left behind a notebook.
What does it mean that Comrade Wang left me a notebook?
Wan Feng returned to his office with a nervous mood, and after thinking it over, he opened his notebook.
This notebook really looks like a book, with a lot of things recorded in different categories. It is simply a forced popularization of military knowledge for Wan Feng.
The navy, army and air force are all covered.
Various suppression artillery and rocket launchers, surface-to-surface missiles, surface-to-air missiles...
Since we just got the Soviet main battle tank, we didn’t talk about armored vehicles here.
There aren't many things for the Army, but there are a lot of Navy projects.
What kind of frigates, landing ships, destroyers, cruisers, submarines, various ship-borne missiles, various electronic radars, various marine engines...
Wan Feng felt dizzy after watching this.
Then there's the Air Force, attack aircraft, bombers, carrier-based aircraft, helicopters, air-to-air missiles, fire control radars, engines...
After reading it, Wan Feng understood that this was the equipment list that the old man had made for him.
It can be seen from this notebook that the old man has no problem with his memory.
Wan Feng even doubted that his memory might not be as good as others.
The military is using him as a treasure trove.
Wasn't it because I asked for too little starting with steel? It was precisely because I asked for too little that I became the knitting sheep in Song Dandan's skit, the one who could be caught and plucked.
Because he asked for less money, the military thought they had gotten a bargain and became even more aggressive.
It seems that I will have to ask for more money next time, so that the military will not dare to ask for a high price and use me like 007.
If he could get everything in this notebook back, he could definitely form a powerful army.
Fortunately, there are no nuclear weapons listed here. If he were asked to handle nuclear weapons again, he would have to be hospitalized.
Fortunately, there are no strict requirements for the things here, so whatever you get is fine.
After reading it, Wan Feng threw the notebook into the drawer and locked it.
He planned to never look at it again. As for the things inside, he planned to just make do with two unimportant things after a while.
It’s not that he doesn’t want to do it, but the things above are too confidential, and he is afraid that the Russians will get in.
The fact that the notebook was locked in the drawer proved that he was not going to consider getting anything else in the short term, and now he had to prepare the supplies for Dimitri.
On Slow Guitar, he promised to deliver the goods to Dimitri within ten days. Now eight or nine days have passed, and it seems that tomorrow is the deadline.
I still have a batch of goods that have not been shipped yet.
Wan Feng found Dmitry's cargo list and gave it to Zhang Zhiyuan, asking him to complete it and hand it over to Shamilov for transportation.
Materials worth 500,000 rubles are worth less than 20,000 Chinese yuan here in Wanfeng, which is just the stockpile of a warehouse.
Therefore, Zhang Zhiyuan and the staff at the base quickly prepared the batch of goods and then handed them over to Shamilov's men to deliver them.
After the shipment left, more than half a month passed without any news from Dimitri's side.
Wan Feng thought that Dmitri had forgotten that there was another 500,000 rubles, and if he had forgotten, he would have picked it up for nothing.
It is already November and the temperature in Heihe is very low.
The Longjiang River is about to be closed, and ice has appeared on the river bank.
Except for the small boats of fishermen, all other mechanized boats on the river were stopped. The only ones that did not stop were the trading ships traveling between Daheihe Island and Blagoveshchensk.
The Heilongjiang River is closed intermittently for more than half a month, and it will probably take another half a month before the river surface is frozen solid enough for trucks to run.
This counts as one month.
There was almost nothing going on in the base during this month. Wan Feng planned to give some people a holiday. People like Yang Jianguo, Han Meng, Zhao Gang, Zhang Xian and Zheng Song would all go home for a holiday, while the local people would stay and start stockpiling supplies.
He has already told Jiang Ming and Guo Wu to deliver the goods to him. Of course, in winter, they will deliver those products without expiration dates, and they will wait until the beginning of spring to deliver those with expiration dates.
Just as Wan Feng was preparing for vacation, Dimitri appeared at Wan Feng's base as a businessman.
I was a little surprised to see Dimitri Vanfeng. Logically speaking, even though I still owed him 500,000 rubles, he shouldn't come here in person, right?
There was no need for that. He could just go to Shamilov and take the money away. He had already asked Shamilov to prepare 500,000 rubles.
However, Maozi has always been unique in his approach and he cannot understand what others are thinking.
Wan Feng thought that Dimitri came to ask for money, but he didn't want rubles anymore and still wanted the goods.
"You want more goods?" Wan Feng asked with a little surprise.
"I want all of them!" Dimitri said firmly and in a firm tone.
The first batch of goods that Wan Feng sent him was originally intended to be distributed to officers above the regimental level in the army as welfare after Dmitri transported the goods to Komsomolsk-on-Amur. The Orthodox Christmas was approaching, and they were preparing supplies for this purpose.
The Orthodox Christmas believed by the Soviet people is on January 7th, which is a major festival of the same nature as the Chinese New Year.
There's nothing wrong with calling it the Soviet Union's Spring Festival.
If the Chinese New Year is about going home and having fun, then the Soviet Christmas is about having fun together.
The entire Soviet Union was bustling with activity on the festival day, with men and women alike holding bottles of wine and getting drunk.
If the temperature was cold that day, there would probably be a lot of people freezing to death.
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