Shall I whip his head off with a fishing rod? My future daughter-in-law might not be able to do that, but my bastard son certainly will!
Feng Bai didn't understand. "They're all family members. If there's something good, why don't you think of your own family? I suggest finding a new wife for my uncle. Why are you arguing about it?"
"Go away, go away." Feng Guang shooed his grandson away with a look of sullenness, as if shooing away a fly. "What's wrong with not thinking about family? As long as family members think about her, that's enough. Get out."
Feng Bai couldn't understand why his grandfather was arguing so heatedly over a television set.
Given Ruan Xianxian's protective and domineering nature, would she really abandon the Feng family and choose to cooperate with strangers?
The truth is so simple and easy to understand, so why does Grandpa seem to have suddenly lost his mind?
The phone rang again. This time it was the one stationed in Liaoning Province. Feng Bai watched helplessly as his grandfather argued with someone for half an hour.
And then, I never cursed...
To prevent his anger from getting out of control, he turned and left.
Watching his foolish grandson's departing figure, Feng Guang's anger dissipated. He sat back down, crossed his legs, and snorted.
"Fool! How can I help my daughter-in-law catch fish if I don't get involved? We need to lure the fish to Heilongjiang Province to kill them. With this level of intelligence, you might as well stay in the position of battalion commander for life!"
...
Unbeknownst to Ruan Xianxian, three old men were arguing and fighting over an unknown signal receiver, their faces flushed red.
In the end, the Third Division commander, who had a geographical advantage, won by a slight margin.
Under the watchful eyes of the two women, the soldier carried the television away. Ruan Xianxian whispered to Mu Xia, "Are all the security measures in place?"
Mu Xia gave her a reassuring look. She had used technology from later generations, so it would probably be difficult for anyone to bypass her understanding of the principles of signal receivers and manufacture one.
Everyone knows that if this thing is handed over, no matter who ends up in its hands, Mu Xia will be credited first.
But for the two women who lack nothing yet have flaws in everything, what they want is dominance and absolute control.
While the two understood this communist model of "things produced belong to the state," whether they would comply with it or cooperate with it was another matter entirely.
Once the fish has taken the bait, it's just a matter of when it will end up on the dinner table.
The jeep, loaded with luggage and people, gradually drove away from the county town, passed the first checkpoint, and a phone call was made directly to the Third Division.
Command Center!
Several researchers quickly disassembled the signal receiver. One of them looked up and nodded slightly to the elderly man in the first seat. "The principle is very simple. We can crack and replicate it."
With the researchers' promise, the old man solemnly instructed the person on the other end of the phone, "Let them go! Escort the two women safely out of Liaoning Province."
Can……
One day passed, two days passed, three days passed.
For three whole days, the researchers in the room produced signal devices that looked almost identical, but their effectiveness was minimal.
The old man flew into a rage, poking the researcher's head repeatedly with his carrot-shaped fingers. "Is this what you call a simple principle that can be cracked and replicated?"
"Crack it, then crack it! If you can't figure it out, I'll smash your head open, you believe me?"
The researcher who had made such a bold statement shrank back, looking utterly dejected. Who would have thought that this seemingly simple thing was full of traps!
Bad! Extremely bad!
The old man plopped back into his chair, staring silently in the direction of Heilongjiang Province. After a moment, he laughed in exasperation, "Feng the bandit, Feng the bandit, I never outsmarted you."
The researcher timidly raised his hand, "Sir, why don't we invite the person who created this thing back to give us some pointers? We are confident that we will be able to learn it in a short time."
As soon as he finished speaking, he received a slap.
A large, fan-like hand landed on the man's forehead, and the researcher fell on his backside.
"Teach you? You think you'll learn just because I teach you? Women can give birth, can you learn that yourself? If you could, why would anyone teach you?"
After the Cultural Revolution, the more intelligent military units would secretly hide a group of researchers whose identities were not questionable, both to protect their own personnel and to improve military production.
This researcher happened to be among them.
Hearing the old man's words, he pursed his lips and muttered, "Why shouldn't he be taught? Only by exchanging ideas can we improve our skills. People can't be too selfish and complacent."
The old man was so angry he laughed. "Fine! Tomorrow I'll find a few clever kids to start learning from you. It would be selfish of you not to teach them everything you know."
The researcher opened his mouth, unsure how to respond.
To impart all his knowledge to others? That's impossible.
Putting aside the fact that he spent a lot of money on his studies abroad, the leader surely understands the principle that "teaching a disciple can lead to the master's starvation."
The old commander was annoyed by his speechless manner. He hated scholars the most, thinking they were full of cunning schemes.
My wife often says: "Heroes are often from humble backgrounds, and ungrateful people are often scholars."
The guards were called to take the room full of researchers away, and the old man, clinging to his last glimmer of hope, made a call to the final checkpoint in Liaoning Province.
Half an hour later, a reply came in: Comrade Ruan's car had left Liaoning Province two days ago and, barring any unforeseen circumstances, had already arrived in Heilongjiang Province.
After hanging up the phone, the old man smiled bitterly and asked his adjutant, who was also his eldest son, "What do you suggest we do next?"
I've already got the goods, and now they want me to give them up or send them to that guy surnamed Feng? I'm really not willing to do that!
"How about..." the adjutant said, "we gather researchers from several nearby divisions and sit down together to find a solution?"
"It's too late!" The old man had completely calmed down. "We've fallen into the trap set by the Feng family. From the moment the signal receiver appeared, it was all a setup."
They lured us in, Lao Feng took advantage of the chaos, and most importantly, the two girls scattered smoke bombs to make us think that this thing was easy to replicate.
They successfully left Liaoning Province and joined up with the bandits.
Believe it or not, even if we bring in more researchers, we still won't be able to crack this thing easily.
Doing that would also completely offend Lao Feng.
"People!" the old man sighed, "cannot be too greedy."
Seeing his father sighing deeply, the adjutant almost burst out laughing, then lowered his head slightly, "So, what's next?"
The old man stood up. "Get ready. We're going to Heilongjiang Province to be ripped off."
The current situation is that he is looking for someone else to solve the problem, and whether or not it will be successful is uncertain, but he will definitely offend the petty and narrow-minded bandit Feng.
He was willing to just give up like that, as if it had never happened. He would swear on the brains of that stupid researcher that if he handed that thing over, Feng Guang would definitely step over him to rise to power.
See? This stuff was given to Lao Yu first, and not a single drop has been spilled yet. There's no other way but to take matters into my own hands.
Just thinking about it made Yu Zhiguang grind his teeth.
They arrived in good health, but they can't go back!
The adjutant clicked his tongue. "I'm going to Heilongjiang Province on behalf of my father to talk to Uncle Feng. He can't very well ask a junior like me for an exorbitant amount."
Yu Zhiguang grabbed the hat and put it on his head. "What do you know? When those bandits were young, they didn't distinguish between men and women when they beat people. Why would they show mercy just because you're a junior?"
He'll only exploit you to the point of ruthlessness.
I'll just personally deliver these two coins from my pocket to your door!
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