Wan Feng thought about it for a long time but couldn't come up with a good solution.
It's difficult. The Su-27 is really not easy to handle.
Let's put it aside for now and see if some miracle pops up somewhere one day to give us some inspiration.
In the blink of an eye, New Year's Day in 1988 unveiled its mysterious veil.
It was a sunny day with bright sunshine, and the temperature was the highest in recent days.
Wan Feng bought eleven big fat pigs, gave five to the Public Security Bureau, five to the Municipal Government, and kept one for himself.
Of course, it is nominally a visit of condolences, but in reality it is just a way to build relationships under the guise of condolences.
I don't expect them to give me any benefits, I'll just thank them as long as they don't cause me trouble.
Anyway, the pigs have been delivered, so Wan Feng doesn't have to worry about how they divide them.
After Han Guangjia and Li Mingdou sent the pigs away in a truck, Wan Feng was ready to slaughter the largest pig he had kept for himself.
He Xiao, who volunteered to kill a pig, came on stage. Wan Feng watched He Xiao kill the pig with great interest.
What he never expected was that He Xiao cut the pig with a knife and it ran away!
Yes, you read that right, the pig was killed by He Xiao and ran away with a knife on its neck.
If Han Meng hadn't been quick enough to kick the pig on the head and knock it down, the pig might have run for a long time.
"Hahaha! I told you guys to eat blood sausage, but now you're flattened, right? How about you drain some of He Xiao's blood to stuff the blood sausage?"
Wan Feng was gloating on the side. He didn't like blood sausage anyway, so it didn't hurt him at all.
After saying these gloating words, he began to mock He Xiao, saying that He Xiao's skills were like those of a pig slaughterer cutting off its ears.
He Xiao was also extremely depressed. He had indeed killed pigs before, but he didn't expect to fail today.
A pig weighing 360 to 370 kilograms can obviously receive a basin of blood, but now it seems that there is not even half a basin of blood. The large intestine cannot be fed, and only the small intestine can be fed.
After the pig was knocked down, everyone on duty and those working at the base had a big meal.
After more than 30 people finished their meal, a pig was almost done.
Shamilov must have a dog's nose, as he actually ran over following the smell, which made Wan Feng speechless.
"How did you know I was slaughtering pigs today? Is there a traitor here?"
"There's no such thing as a traitor. You Chinese treat January 1st as a holiday and you always organize a lot of festivities. I've known about it for a long time, so of course I have to come and have a feast."
Shamilov is now able to use some Chinese dialects fluently. Apart from his poor grasp of the tone, the meaning is now pretty good.
Not only did he express the meaning almost perfectly, he also mastered the customs of the Chinese people.
"I've taken care of things in Khabarovsk. I met a very powerful local man there, Brozov. His people will be in charge of the operations."
Shamilov was chewing a large piece of fat meat and speaking incoherently as if he had a donkey's penis in his mouth.
The food cooked by Chinese people is just better than theirs. Now Shamilov’s wish is to find a chef in China to cook for him.
"Shamilov, I don't care who you find in Khabarovsk. If anything goes wrong, I will only settle the score with you."
"No problem. I was the one who settled all the material things that Brozov deserved. Of course you settled the bill with me. But how can you settle the bill with him when you don't even know him?"
Shamilov did not come alone today, there was someone else coming with him.
Li Mingzhe finally appeared in front of Wan Feng.
Just like Dimitri appeared in front of Wan Feng a few days ago, this guy also looked a little depressed.
But he showed his flashing fangs to the pork. This guy ate without any manners, as if he had never eaten pork in his life.
If you haven't eaten pork, you've probably never even seen a pig run.
"I heard from Dimitri that you were invited by Soviet security personnel to eat caviar?"
"It was OK with the caviar, but I just ate dry bread."
"Ah? You just ate dry bread? Then how did you survive until today?"
If a person is locked up for many days and has only eaten dry bread, it would be a miracle if he is still alive.
"I was in there for less than a day. It wasn't my fault. Dimitri was the one who approached me, not me. I was invited in for a few hours and then came out."
So that's what happened.
At the dinner table, Wan Feng didn't say some things to Li Mingzhe. He planned to wait until after dinner to talk about it.
After having a good meal and a good drink, Shamilov returned to his lair with satisfaction, but Li Mingzhe was kept by Wan Feng.
"I've told some of our people about your move to China. In view of your contributions to China, you can settle down here. The area along the Linji border is where the Chaoxian people live. Is it okay to place you there?"
When Li Mingzhe was in Chao County, he naturally knew about the border autonomous prefecture on the Chinese side and nodded in agreement.
"But you won't be able to settle in China until the end of this year. During this time, I need you to do something for me."
Today is January 1st, and it is already 1988.
"Boss, what do you want to do?"
"Didn't you say you could get the Su-27 here too?"
Li Mingzhe looked embarrassed and said: "I was just bragging at that time."
I knew it!
"Then how did you know about the Su-27? Many Soviet people don't know about it."
"I know a Su-27 pilot. I once treated a Soviet soldier to two drinks in a bar, and he told me that he was the one who flew the Su-27."
"So, do you still have any contact with this pilot?"
"Yes, he often comes to my house to drink."
Wan Feng's eyes suddenly lit up, and a terrible plan suddenly appeared in his mind.
Planning this guy's rebellion... Ugh! Rebellion sounds so ugly, calling it an uprising is more elegant.
Since he was a Su-27 pilot, he would always be ready to take off. If his planned uprising was successful, the Su-27 could cover the 500-mile distance from Komsomolsk to Khabarovsk in one sprint.
This plan can be implemented.
Once the plan is successful, China will have a prototype of the Su-27. Although it cannot be produced now by copying it, it may be produced in two years when the materials are available.
This is a huge benefit at minimal cost.
I think five hundred thousand would be enough for the pilot.
Where in the world can you find such a cheap deal as buying a Su-27 for just $500,000?
Wan Feng was calculating quickly in his head, designing each link and looking for possibilities to implement the plan.
First, we need to understand the pilot's background, how many people are in his family, and whether he has any dissatisfaction with the Soviet Union.
It would be great if he had some resentment towards the Soviet Union in his heart.
Wan Feng calculated one by one, but a question suddenly popped up.
Oops! This doesn't seem right!
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