For dinner in the evening, Wan Feng did not choose a restaurant in Wankou District, nor did he choose Luan Feng's house, but instead chose the food street in Wahou Market.
Compared with the self-admiring restaurants in Wankou, Wan Feng feels that the food street is more down-to-earth.
There is a home-like atmosphere here that you don't find in a restaurant.
Luan Feng and Zhang Xuan were nicknamed the "Heng Ha Er Jiang" by the Queen Mother and the people in the garment factory, so it would seem strange if Zhang Xuan was not there when Luan Feng was there.
Therefore, Zhang Xuan is naturally indispensable.
"Spicy tofu, shredded potatoes, and chicken butt? My boyfriend loves chicken butt."
This guy started to manipulate people again.
Zhang Xuan covered her mouth and laughed so hard that her body shook. Luan Feng stared at Wan Feng with a cold face and had the urge to eat him.
"No! Never mind. Give me a plate of sweet and sour spare ribs and a plate of shredded pork with Beijing sauce."
Sweet and sour pork ribs are Luan Feng’s favorite, Beijing-style shredded pork is Zhang Xuan’s favorite, and Wan Feng’s favorite is not very high-end, shredded tofu and potatoes.
"Another plate of shrimps."
Now is the time when shrimps are the fattest, and Luan Feng, who loves seafood, will certainly not miss it.
Wan Feng and Zhang Xuan, who had no idea about seafood, were indifferent.
Including the shrimps, there are five dishes in total, but they cannot be ordered separately. Wan Feng also ordered fried eggs with leeks.
The three of them started eating, talking and laughing.
"Zhang Xuan! Wan Feng said he'd take me to Shenzhen this summer. Would you mind managing the factory for me?"
"No! You two go for a stroll and let me watch the factory? I won't do that!" Zhang Xuan answered Luan Feng's question without hesitation.
Damn, are you saying this to me?
"Aren't we old friends? Why don't you help me with this little thing?"
“No help!”
"Don't help me, I'll tickle you every day if you don't."
Zhang Xuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Sister Feng, we are all civilized people. Can we be a little more classy from now on?"
"I have no problem with you wanting to be civilized, but don't pull me. I can't be civilized. If you agree to this, I won't tickle you."
These are just two kids playing house.
"Stop messing around, both of you. Come on and eat."
Luan Feng and Zhang Xuan didn't stop chatting while eating. These two were used to making noises, and they kept talking nonsense while eating.
I'm leaving tomorrow, but these two guys don't take it seriously at all. How can there be any sadness of parting in their hearts?
It can be seen that things like separation and death should not happen too often. If it happens once every few years, it is guaranteed that the people who hear it will be sad and cry. But if separation happens too often, it will be over. Everyone will become shameless and no one will take it seriously.
Luan Feng didn't take it seriously, and Zhang Xuan didn't care either.
The two guys were still laughing and joking when they saw Wan Feng off the next morning. Not only did they not feel like they were parting, but they even created the effect of a happy reunion.
Wan Feng shook his head helplessly.
Look at Liang Hongying, she is crying.
"Hongying! When we come back in July, I hope you will come to greet us with the baby in your arms."
Liang Hongying, who was originally in tears, burst out laughing. "I knew you didn't have much to say. Why didn't you ask Luan Feng to bring the child to greet you? How could you come so quickly?"
Luan Feng was unhappy: "Liang Hongying! You are not allowed to drag me along!"
"As if he is not your man!"
"We're not married yet, is it appropriate to bring a child out?"
If you take a child out before getting married, it will be like raising a child as a grown woman.
This is an insult.
The bus arrived, Wan Feng and Han Guangjia got on, and waved to the people below through the window, marking their farewell again.
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Fly directly from Bohai to Harbin, and then from Harbin to Heihe. Two days later, Wan Feng and Han Guangjia returned to Heihe.
In fact, it was not the right time for Wan Feng to come to Heihe, because the Longjiang River was in the stage of opening, and the whole river was covered with white ice floes.
Cross-strait transactions are suspended.
Zhang Zhiyuan and Yang Jianguo reported to Wan Feng on the base's trading situation one month before the lottery draw.
In one month, more than 40,000 tons of steel were shipped from the other side.
Is Shamilov crazy? He has so much steel piled up there that he's frantically trying to get it here.
Although he was surprised by Shamilov's madness, Wan Feng was still delighted. Forty thousand tons! That was nearly two hundred million in profit.
"Has Li Mingze been here?"
Although he was happy about making money, Wan Feng's real relationship was with Li Mingze.
"He came here once before Kaijiang and left these things. He sent them to me for translation."
Zhang Zhiyuan took out a small notebook from the safe.
Wan Feng flipped open the book and saw it was filled with unfamiliar terms: wing-body fusion, cantilevered mid-wing, wedge-shaped air inlet, four-degree-of-redundancy fly-by-wire system, static instability design...
But he still understood some of it, such as the maximum level flight speed of about 2,500 kilometers, the combat radius at high altitude of 1,700 kilometers and at low altitude of 500 kilometers, and the practical ceiling in meters.
It was filled with dense writing for several pages.
These are the basic parameters of the Su-27. It would be better to send them to the military as soon as possible.
But it can’t be delivered today, there’s no time left.
Since it was too late, Wan Feng sent an invitation and invited Qu Yang Zheng Chaoyang to have dinner at a riverside restaurant.
We haven't seen each other for such a long time, there's nothing wrong with having a meal together.
At the dinner table, Qu Yang and Zheng Chaoyang talked about some interesting things that happened in Heihe during the Chinese New Year. They were nothing more than trivial matters such as a woman keeping a man or a couple fighting.
After dinner, Wan Feng returned to the base to sleep, and drove to Sijitun early the next morning.
Jiang and Tang are in Fuyuan, and only Comrade Wang is left in Sijitun.
Wan Feng now knows his name: Wang Zhongyuan.
"Boy! Are you back? You came back quite late this time." Wang Zhongyuan greeted Wan Feng warmly when he saw him coming.
"Oh, there's nothing I can do. There are so many messes going on."
"What good news do you have that has brought you all the way to Sijitun in such a hurry? Come sit down."
In the house rented from Li Guangyin in Sijitun, Wang Zhongyuan gave up his seat to Wan Feng and poured him some water.
"Comrade Wang, I'm here for a little business. I wonder if the military is interested?"
Wang Zhongyuan was surprised to hear that there was another dish.
"Tell me, what's the matter?"
"I want to ask, has our country purchased fighter jets or anything like that from the Soviet Union?"
Wang Zhongyuan pondered for a moment: "Xiao Wan! It's hard for me to say about this matter. Since we are not from the same system, I can't explain it clearly. It's just a rumor..."
Wang Zhongyuan paused. "Whether it's gossip or public information, I shouldn't be saying this. But since you're not an outsider, I'll let you in a little. I heard the military has been in contact with the other side, and they're strongly recommending the MiG-29 to us."
Wan Feng nodded.
History is still moving forward according to the general framework. Although there are some errors in timing, what should happen has generally happened.
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