Four Su-154 passenger planes were parked quietly at the airport.
They seem a bit far-fetched and incredible.
How can a businessman negotiate this?
As for this thought-provoking question, its result shocked the whole country and subverted people's cognition.
But no matter how much people speculate, the fact is that a business genius did it.
They stayed there and belonged to China.
Reporters from all sides are now surrounding and taking pictures.
Sichuan Airlines CEO Du faced reporters and the camera. When asked why he chose this model, he replied:
"The 154 aircraft is extremely safe, very affordable, and more suitable for use in developing countries. This is why Sichuan Airlines chose it.
As for how Mr. Bi negotiated this, I am actually more interested than you are.
I think the Soviet Union probably took into consideration that the 154's high fuel consumption and loud noise would affect its competitiveness in the international market.
Of course, this is just my guess.
We all look forward to Mr. Bi’s answer to the real answer.”
…
Bi Tielin was very confused when he received the call from Qilu Electric Power.
I heard a lot of "Little Bi" inside, and I understood that we were all working for the country, and there were a lot of people watching us. But don't worry, Brother Bi, we'll sign a new contract on the day we start production, and so on.
Bi Tielin was holding the microphone, and for a moment he was confused as to whether he had socialized too late yesterday and why his IQ was a little low.
What went wrong?
As soon as he hung up the phone, his future father-in-law called and gave him the answer.
Liang Bosheng sat in the office, holding the Economic Daily tightly with trembling hands.
Is this still his daughter's college classmate? How can his daughter still be interested in such a classmate? If she hadn't been in a relationship with Bi Tielin and became a relative, she probably wouldn't be able to be friends anymore, wouldn't she?
After all, the difference wasn't just one or two levels. From now on, it was literally one day at a time.
"Tie Lin, Bi Yue brought back four planes from the Soviet Union and sold them to Sichuan. The newspaper estimated that she made 100 million. This? Did you know?"
"Hmm. Hmm? Who makes 100 million?!"
Bi Tielin hung up the phone with a stiff face. The phone rang again, but he didn't want to answer it. He opened the office door and yelled:
"Dapeng? Where are the newspapers we ordered from the mine? Bring them all to me!" Bi Tielin turned around and stopped again: "Go quickly and call my brother. Tell him I have an emergency!"
Chen Dapeng's steps were unsteady. He was holding a pile of books in his hands. He looked at them as he walked and rubbed his eyes several times.
When Bi Tielin read the newspaper to Bi Tiegang, the two brothers both had expressionless and dazed expressions.
Bi Tiegang didn't understand. He was just spending New Year's Day in this mine. He had a meal of leek-stuffed dumplings yesterday. His daughter and son, oh my god!
Bi Tiegang covered his face with his hands.
"Brother, what's wrong with you? Are you okay? Are you crying?"
Bi Tiegang hunched his back and suddenly stamped his foot hard:
"I can't even cry! Your sister-in-law said those two had been out of sync for months, but who knew they were really going to heaven!"
Bi Tiegang stood up quickly after shouting, as if talking to himself, or talking to his brother, mumbling: "One hundred million, how much is one hundred million? No, I have to leave now."
Bi Tielin rubbed his face vigorously with both hands, frowned slightly and said in a deep voice: "Everyone is going back. I will go back after I finish dealing with it. By the way, brother, you should call home first and ask if they are back?"
Liu Yafang responded:
"How would I know where Ye went? My son-in-law lives in the compound with a gloomy face. How can anyone be happy that Dani didn't even go home on New Year's Day? And she's still dragging Dacheng along. Ever since the accident at Tielin's mine, they've been crazy and ready to go crazy!"
"It's God."
"What do you mean, Bi Tiegang?"
"I'm going home now."
Bi Tiegang was still wondering how much one hundred million was. He also suspected that what the newspaper said was not true. Looking at his daughter's photo, he suspected that the report was wrong.
Anyway, he found it unbelievable in various ways, and even thought at one point that the child mentioned in the newspaper was not his Ni'er or something.
Uncle Bi Tielin had recovered and immediately got down to business, gathering his men:
"To the families of the miners who died, including Xiao Wu's family. As for those who are hospitalized and those who have been discharged, we bought rice and noodles and sent them to them immediately. We also spent another 30,000 yuan and will use this New Year's Day to distribute it to them."
Some people, not knowing what was going on, were puzzled: "The mine is so short of money, and the compensation isn't enough? Why are they giving it voluntarily?"
Chen Dapeng was the first to take the order and go out to do the work.
Bi Tielin thought: It's already this late, my niece should come first. I can't let my own affairs become an excuse for others to criticize my niece, and I can't cause any trouble for Bi Yue.
It's over. From now on, his niece is a celebrity, and he must do things more perfectly.
However, Bi Tielin still swallowed hard:
Bi Yue, Bi Yue, Dacheng, Dacheng. In the past, I had to carry him on my back when climbing onto international trains to unload goods, and I had to clean up his mess and pick up my nephews and nieces who almost lost their lives.
Now, they are even bolder and are fighting against the Su State without end.
What did the two children do in less than three months? And how did they do it?
Far away in the Northeast, Bi Jinzhi was enduring the nagging of her ex-husband Fu Guo early in the morning.
Fu Guo followed behind him and said worriedly:
"Then Tielin is still short of money, right? I've already told you that you can't do that. You can't just focus on the present.
You said you killed all the chickens, ducks, geese, dogs and cats and sold them for money, leaving not a hair behind, and yet you keep saying you want to sell the farm. Who's stupid enough to buy a farm with only the factory buildings left? You... "
"Jinzhi? Jinzhi!" Liu Qiangdong slammed the car door and ran over. The edge of his woolen coat was blown up by the north wind.
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