MMB Chapter 1453 Say Sorry, Say You Were Wrong
Chapter 1453 Say Sorry, Say You Were Wrong
Chapter 1453 Say Sorry, Say You Were Wrong
"Do you think an airport is feasible?" Li Huaide was still having second thoughts. "After all, it's in Fengcheng, covering several thousand acres."
"Less than 3,000 mu of land, including wasteland and reserve land near the airport."
Dong Wenxue flipped through the documents in his hand and casually flicked some cigarette ash into the ashtray on Lao Li's desk.
"This airport is quite large." He looked up at Li Xuewu and asked, "Have you been to see it?"
"I didn't go there. I only found out about this in the waiting hall of Fengcheng Airport."
Li Xuewu shook his head and looked at Li Huaide to explain, "If it weren't for Director Zhou's strong promotion, I wouldn't have had the opportunity to get involved in such a big project."
"Hehehe——"
Dong Wenxue and Li Huaide both laughed, their words carrying a hint of a joke.
The work that Li Xuewu has been involved in, or rather, has presided over, has far greater value than that of an airport.
This might be a bit vague, but it would be more concrete to say what economic value Li Xuewu created for the group.
Without Li Xuewu's keen insight and excellent suggestions, Hongxing Steel Group would still be called Hongxing Factory today.
"It already covered more than a thousand acres when it was built in the 1920s." Dong Wenxue looked at the history of the airport in the document and clicked his tongue in amazement. "If we're talking about prosperity, the Northeast has to be the place."
How long is the runway now?
Li Huaide was clearly interested in the airport, and picked up his teacup to ask, "Is it a kilometer away?"
"More than that, a little over two thousand."
Dong Wenxue pursed his lips and looked at the document, saying, "It was expanded in the 1950s."
"A concrete running track that is over 2,000 meters long and over 80 meters wide, as well as a parallel taxiway and connecting road."
He turned to a page and continued, "It says here that a new semi-horizontal oil storage tank with a capacity of 350 tons was built last year."
"There's no proper airport terminal."
"It's an old airport, which is understandable."
Li Huaide nodded knowingly and said, "Zhou Zicheng said that they haven't really received any high-ranking leaders properly since they took over."
"The hangar is quite large, and there are many of them."
Dong Wenxue put down the documents in his hand, then stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and said, "It might be related to the nature of the airport's use."
"To conduct an experiment?" Li Huaide thought for a moment, then nodded and asked, "What's the situation now?"
"Why did you suddenly decide to sell the airport to us?" Dong Wenxue asked Li Xuewu. "Are you desperate? Aren't you going to test-fly the new plane?"
“Is it worth maintaining an airport just for the test flight of a new aircraft?” Li Xuewu smiled and said, “Even if they have experimental projects, they can choose an airport nearby. There’s no need to go so far away.”
“Fengcheng is a large city with many airports nearby,” he explained. “Even if I haven’t hosted any high-ranking officials or carried out any important missions.”
"You mean..." Dong Wenxue frowned slightly and asked, "or you still can't afford to raise them?"
“That’s very possible.” Li Xuewu nodded and emphasized, “This cooperation agreement clearly has many clauses that are favorable to them, but they haven’t received a definite response.”
He looked at Dong Wenxue, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "Why do you think that is?"
"What else could it be?" Li Huaide curled his lip and said, "No money, that's all."
"Don't you feel any remorse selling your father's land?"
Dong Wenxue said with a laugh, "This nearly 3,000-acre airport is hard to sell and hard to buy."
"They don't lack this."
Li Huaide shook his head slightly and said, "Any airport nearby can be used for their experiments."
"There aren't many flight missions now."
Li Xuewu nodded and said, "They'll regret it when there are more flight missions at civilian airports."
"That would be many years from now."
Dong Wenxue shook his head and smiled bitterly, "I probably won't live to see that day."
"Hey, don't say that too soon."
Li Xuewu joked, "You're still young, you might even see people being carried into space."
"There's still a chance I can go to heaven."
Dong Wenxue shook his head in disbelief, then smiled and looked at Li Huaide, asking, "Mr. Li, what do you mean...?"
"I don't know much about it."
Li Huaide was also in a dilemma. He picked up his teacup, took a sip of warm tea, and then continued, "This opportunity is very rare for us."
"But according to the Secretary-General's analysis, a lot of money must be invested in its maintenance every year."
He started doing some calculations, saying, "Besides, we only have one business jet, far from needing to buy an airport."
"Those who come to us to promote their products are either genuinely unable to sell them or want cash."
Li Xuewu explained to the two men, "The framework agreement has been signed, and profitable projects are right in front of them, but they can only stare at them helplessly if they don't have any money in their pockets."
"So selling the airport now could be due to being overwhelmed and unable to continue, or it could be to raise money, since they don't actually have much money."
He shared what he knew with the two of them, and his analysis was quite insightful.
"It's a real shame that an airport capable of handling medium-sized transport aircraft is just lying idle."
After a moment of reflection, Li Huaide looked at Li Xuewu and asked, "You mean we can't buy it?"
"There's no need to buy it right now, at least not at the moment."
After thinking for a moment, Li Xuewu still expressed his opinion: "One business jet cannot support the operation of an airport."
He looked at Li Huaide and asked, "If we purchase this airport, in order to break even, we will need to increase flights and intensify sales efforts."
"In other words, we still need to invest a lot of money in purchasing aircraft."
Li Xuewu looked at Dong Wenxue with difficulty and asked, "Do we still have the money to buy a plane?"
"You'll have to ask Deputy Director Jing about that."
Dong Wenxue shook his head and smiled wryly, saying, "If Deputy Director Jing says he has money, then he does; if Deputy Director Jing says he doesn't have money, then he really doesn't."
"Didn't you say there were still some planes left?"
Li Huaide seemed to remember something, raised an eyebrow and looked at Dong Wenxue, asking, "Can't we fly anymore?"
"Hehehe—" Dong Wenxue chuckled, "It can fly, but I'm afraid no one will ride it."
"Is it a training aircraft?" Li Xuewu thought for a moment and said, "Shen Fei might not be able to stay."
"According to Wang Xin, the deputy director of Shenyang Aircraft Corporation, these old-fashioned British and French-made antique machines are going to be transferred to a museum and are waiting to be received."
Dong Wenxue curled his lip and said, "But I heard that there is also an Il-14 transport plane that can fly."
"Is the Il-14 considered an old relic?"
Li Xuewu joked, "This thing was imported at least ten years ago."
"Hehe, you're right."
Dong Wenxue glanced at the document before saying, "There were 49 aircraft in that batch fifteen years ago. Shenyang Aircraft Corporation's airport acquired them in recent years."
"Hmm, it really is an old relic."
Li Xuewu smiled, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said, "Anyway, I don't dare to sit down."
Actually, that's not entirely accurate, because the Il-14 was the mainstay of domestic transport aircraft at that time, and it was responsible for a lot of cargo and personnel transport.
Even in the 1970s and 80s, it could still be seen at airports.
"The airport has its own maintenance workshop and guesthouse, which is good. Let's set up a school there."
Dong Wenxue smiled and said, "Another one that comes to mind is cargo transportation."
"Wang Xin mentioned that back then, there were flights from Fengcheng to Niuzhuang in Yingcheng, and there were even five planes used for mail transport."
Do you need to transport goods?
Li Huaide pondered for a moment and said, "This cost is a bit high; ordinary people can't afford it."
"This airport is a major problem for us, and even more so for Shenyang Aircraft Corporation."
Li Xuewu said with a smile, "We can chat and laugh before we take action, but once we actually take over, we have to figure out how to break even."
"Whether it's passenger transport or freight transport, there's a reality that can't be avoided."
He put down his teacup, tapped the table, and said, "So, how much money can we still afford this year to buy this airport, and then buy transport planes?"
"Airports are easy to buy, but transport planes..."
Dong Wenxue shook his head with a wry smile and said, "With relations with the north so strained, why would they sell us planes?"
"Hold the courageous to death, starve the cowardly to death."
Li Xuewu said nonchalantly, "As long as you're willing to pay, you can even invite a god to descend to earth."
"But even if the north wants to sell to us, we can't buy from them, they're too rough."
He shook his head with feigned disdain and said, "Big, clumsy, and rough. It has no advantages other than being durable."
"The Santa Ya Group can help make connections; both passenger planes and cargo planes can be purchased."
As Li Xuewu pondered, he said, "It's just a little troublesome."
What decent passenger planes does France have right now?
Well, there are many. At that time, France was incredibly strong in the field of aircraft manufacturing.
Air France, Airbus, and Dassault Aviation, the manufacturer of the Red Star 1, are truly world-renowned.
This doesn't even include British Aerospace, which has a deep partnership with France; even the Jaguar and Lark III that SteelAir is preparing to produce are related to Aerospace.
Currently, there are only two good aircraft in the world: the Tu-144 and the Airbus A300.
Of course, neither of these two excellent aircraft has entered production yet; they are only on public display.
This was something Li Xuewu knew; these were the two aircraft that would become famous in the future. Others, like Boeing, were not yet as dominant.
***
Buying an airplane is a complicated matter, and the money for it is tight. Even maintaining an airport is very expensive. Li Xuewu explained it all clearly, so why is Li Huaide still hesitating?
The reason wasn't that Hongxing Steel Group had become rich and he was spending money recklessly; quite the opposite, it wasn't that he wanted to spend money, but rather to gain fame and fortune in the process.
At this point, there was no question of profit transfer. Whether it was buying airplanes or airports, Li Huaide would not receive any direct benefits.
However, owning an airport is not the same as owning a business jet.
Having an airport in Fengcheng has a significant impact on the steel group's development in Liaodong.
To put it bluntly, Li Huaide wanted to spend money to do something big and quickly improve the status and reputation of Hongxing Steel Group within the system.
Whether it was the Third Ministry of Machine Building or the First Ministry of Machine Building, everyone was a member of the industrial system. No matter what contributions and achievements were made in any direction, the leaders above could see their efforts and dedication.
"Old Li is getting a little anxious."
Dong Wenxue blew out a puff of smoke and looked at Li Xuewu sitting on the sofa opposite him, saying, "Buying an airport would allow the group to quickly accumulate influence, but the burden would be too great."
There were only the two of them in the office at the moment, and the secretary was watching from the doorway.
Li Xuewu listened to him in silence, but did not give a reply for a long time.
Dong Wenxue's attitude in Li Huaide's office was somewhat ambiguous, as if he did not see any disadvantages or advantages in purchasing the airport.
But when the two returned to the office, Dong Wenxue showed a worried expression.
"It's impossible this year."
Li Xuewu thought for a while before saying, "It's hard to say for next year, but at least for the next three to five years, the group doesn't have the capability to establish an airline."
"I agree. The timing isn't right, and we don't have the relevant experience."
Dong Wenxue flicked his cigarette ash into the ashtray and emphasized, "It's good enough that we can build airplanes. If we really want to run an airline, then most of the group's annual profits will be taken away."
"More than that—" Li Xuewu chuckled and said, "It would be good if we could at least break even."
"How many people fly each month?" Dong Wenxue shook his head slightly, recalling his few experiences of flying. "Even buying a plane ticket is a challenge."
"Director Li must have other considerations."
Li Xuewu wasn't too upset, because Li Huaide had to get past not only him and Dong Wenxue, but also Jing Yunong, who was even more difficult to get past.
If this project had been operated and managed by Li Xuewu, Jing Yunong might have had some confidence in the face of inevitable losses, but it was Li Huaide who...
Forget it, Old Li has never done sales work before, this project will be a disaster for him.
If Jing Yunong, as the chief accountant, disagreed, Old Li could only watch helplessly.
“Buying an airport…” Dong Wenxue thought for a moment, then looked at Li Xuewu and said, “It will benefit you the most, allowing the group’s industrial operations to gain a firm foothold in Liaodong in one fell swoop.”
"Now I can stand up straight."
Li Xuewu smiled nonchalantly and said, "I've been out for so long, and nothing's happened."
Are you still going to hide it from me?
Dong Wenxue glanced at him and said calmly, "I cannot escape responsibility for the major safety accident that occurred at blast furnace No. 4."
"Let's focus on the investigation results."
Li Xuewu's voice lowered slightly. When he left the steel city, he specifically instructed Yang Zongfang to visit the families of the injured and deceased workers on his behalf and on behalf of the factory.
Factories at this time were different from those in later times. There were procedures for handling accidents involving injuries or fatalities. There was no need to designate a principal person in charge or a person in charge, because no one could escape responsibility.
"Sigh—" Dong Wenxue sighed deeply, feeling truly exhausted by his work experience in Liaodong.
He couldn't say he worked tirelessly day and night for the past three years, but he dared to say he did his best.
Being unlucky or lacking ability is still much better than sitting in the toilet without doing anything.
However, if a safety accident actually occurs, the comparison becomes about the same.
Dong Wenxue's decision to openly discuss this matter with Li Xuewu and take responsibility demonstrates his commitment and also shows his desire to protect Li Xuewu.
This is only Li Xuewu's first year; he can't afford to have such a big problem on his work resume.
Furthermore, he is indeed culpable.
It's not that he gained much benefit from the project or arranged for a large number of people.
In this way, he would know that he had absolutely not embezzled public funds or practiced nepotism.
He is willing to take responsibility if an accident does occur, but his current situation is too awkward.
He could neither explain anything to Li Xuewu nor make any promises to him.
Saying too much would hurt their relationship, but keeping quiet would leave a thorn in their hearts.
Dong Wenxue was certain that Li Xuewu supported and trusted him; otherwise, he wouldn't have put aside the internal investigation and focused on the accident investigation.
That's just how things are inside government offices; it can't be explained in just a few words.
Think back to when he first arrived at the Steel City Metallurgical Plant to take charge of the work, how many difficulties he encountered!
On his first day in office, Dong Wenxue discovered that many government employees were late for work in the afternoon.
He went to the office director, who explained, "Our factory is far from the city center, and it's inconvenient for employees to come and go. They have to go back home to cook lunch, and they can't make it back before work in the afternoon."
Isn't it interesting that the metallurgical plant had a canteen back then, where the workshop workers ate lunch?
Why don't government employees eat in the canteen? Why do they have to cook at home? It's so troublesome.
There's always a reason for trouble, and the problem stems from the questionable quality of the cafeteria food.
Of course, there's also the reason why those in white shirts don't want to eat with those in blue overalls.
The uniforms for the headquarters of Hongxing Steel Group later became white shirts and black trousers, as they had been before. Headquarters staff preferred to wear white shirts, while older staff liked to wear a blue jacket.
The workshop workers were issued blue cotton overalls, which looked both nice and practical.
However, the issue of clothing can distinguish between employees and workers, creating a hierarchy of social status.
The employees dared not speak out openly because they were afraid of being beaten, but this kind of atmosphere had formed at some point and did not even exist in the group's headquarters.
Dong Wenxue thought about it for a long time before raising a suggestion at the factory office meeting:
"Then let's build a canteen for government employees. They can eat lunch there, which will save them from having to travel back and forth."
With the care and guidance of Dong Wenxue, the director of the factory management committee, the canteen was quickly built.
Every day at noon, Director Dong eats with the staff in the canteen, and he is very satisfied with it.
But after a few days, he noticed a problem: the employees were not very willing to eat with him.
The canteen, which had been filled with laughter and conversation, fell silent as soon as he entered.
Dong Wenxue frowned slightly and asked the office director, "Everyone is avoiding me. What did I do wrong?"
The office director said repeatedly, "It's not that you didn't do a good job, but that everyone is not used to you eating with us and feels a bit restrained."
When Dong Wenxue first arrived in Gangcheng, his subordinates saw through him and said he was a fool.
Indeed, his background in the security department did not add even a touch of seriousness to his work.
After hearing what the office director said, he really thought about it carefully, and finally said understandingly, "I really didn't expect that. Then let's come early tomorrow and finish eating early!"
From that moment on, Dong Wenxue would arrive at the cafeteria half an hour early.
Unexpectedly, a few days later, rumors reached Dong Wenxue's ears, saying that he was indeed worthy of being a leader, even giving him priority when it came to meals...
Upon hearing this, Dong Wenxue could no longer remain seated. He quickly called over the office director and said, "Let's not go first. Let's eat later, after everyone else has finished!"
After that, Dong Wenxue waited until all the employees had finished eating before going to the cafeteria.
But after only a few days, rumors started circulating that he ate there later because the food was different from everyone else's, that the food was special...
Eating with everyone is not an option, eating first is not an option, and eating last is not an option either. So how should we eat lunch?
Dong Wenxue asked the office director, who thought for a long time before finally managing to say, "Sir, why don't you skip the office cafeteria and eat at the guesthouse instead?"
Left with no other option, Dong Wenxue had to return to the guesthouse where he was staying for lunch.
Is this over?
One day, Yang Yuansong, the then Party Secretary of Hongxing Factory, suddenly called Dong Wenxue and said very seriously, "Some employees have complained that your unit has built a canteen, but you go back to the guesthouse to eat lunch every day."
"Everyone else can eat in the cafeteria, why can't you? Don't detach yourself from the masses..."
Yang Yuansong meant well at the time. Such a trivial matter is most likely to be blown out of proportion, and a serious criticism would actually be protecting Dong Wenxue.
Dong Wenxue was so angry he almost got sick; he refused to eat.
Fortunately, he didn't do that, otherwise there would definitely be rumors that he was hiding in his room every day, indulging in lavish meals all by himself.
Rumors can kill; people's hearts are like a dark cloud.
He had already experienced the influence that could be generated within the organization. Since Li Xuewu didn't want to talk about it, it meant he was prepared, or rather, that he was verifying Li Xuewu's innocence.
At this point, Li Xuewu neither intervened in the investigation nor asked him to defend himself, and his meaning was quite clear.
Public is public, private is private.
If Liu Yongnian really finds something in this accident, will his student Li Xuewu investigate him?
There's really no guarantee that Li Xuewu will still help him even if he has a moral failing.
It's a matter of principle, especially a matter of work; Li Xuewu would definitely not intervene.
No one is willing to gamble their future and beliefs for someone else.
It won't work between teachers and students either. Let alone such a fragile teacher-student relationship, what about between husband and wife? How many times has he heard about this in recent years?
What does it mean to see true friendship in times of trouble? The fact that Han Shu didn't turn against him after what happened to him in Steel City is the greatest tolerance and contribution he could make to his family.
Han Shu has never mentioned this matter in the past two years, but Dong Wenxue has always remembered it and has been reflecting on it.
It's not just about reflecting on personal ethics, but also about being vigilant and conscientious at work.
"Don't worry about me. If you're going to investigate, investigate thoroughly. It'll be fair to everyone."
Dong Wenxue sighed deeply and said, "Such a big accident must be taken into account by someone."
"Let's see how it goes. I'm waiting for a call too," Li Xuewu said honestly. "My deadline for Liu Yongnian is before noon tomorrow."
“If he can’t find the problem quickly, then I will hold him accountable for his management responsibilities.”
He put it very bluntly: "If he can find out where the problem lies, then please ask the Liaodong supervisory commission to help resolve this case."
This is the bottom line Li Xuewu set: fair yet ruthless.
-
"This is the camp?!"
Captain Jia's first words as he stepped out of the train carriage were imbued with a strong sense of江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry).
He was carrying a small satchel and had a scraper he'd just pulled out of his belt; he didn't look like a good person at all.
Someone asked, "Isn't there anyone in charge on the bus?"
Yes, but we dare not interfere, because the enthusiasm of middle school students for traveling across the country by train has not completely disappeared, and railway workers still remember it vividly.
Another thing is that this kid was very quiet after getting on the bus, just sitting in the window seat looking outside.
The passengers sitting next to him only dared to steal glances at him, and dared not make eye contact or speak to him.
Who knows where this kid comes from? If you piss him off, he might jump up and stab you with a fork. You'd be in big trouble.
So everyone treated him like he was stinking dog poop and tried to stay away from him, making the carriage much quieter than the other carriages.
You mean stealing?
Stop joking. The thief is just broke, not brainless. Who would dare mess with a kid like that?
Actually, they didn't know the kid's true strength or weakness. Bang Geng was also afraid. Don't be fooled by how much he boasted to Li Xuewu at home. When he actually came out alone, he was indeed a little nervous and confused.
Fearing that someone might covet his belongings, he hung the scraper he had secretly brought out on his waist.
This trick works really well; he doesn't even need to observe his surroundings, he can just look at the reflection on the glass.
If you were to ask him whether he would dare to actually take action if someone stole his things, that's a really hard question to answer.
However, the fact that Banggeng prepared a scraper means that he was mentally prepared.
Anyone who wants to experience what a teenager does when he gets carried away is really asking for trouble.
Stubbornness and obstinacy are the most complex and obvious characteristics of their age. Bang Geng is relatively better off, at least he has been through the harsh realities of society.
That's right, Li Xuewu is his society.
"Excuse me, don't block the doorway."
Someone walked past him carrying a large bag of luggage, shouting as they went.
Banggeng carefully hid the scraper at his waist before happily carrying his schoolbag toward the exit.
He didn't notice that to his right rear, a simply dressed old man was walking in the same direction as him, carrying a bag.
Nie Liansheng was also surprised that the kid could behave so quietly and didn't cause a single impulsive incident in the car.
Now all that's left is to get out of the station and find the contact person.
It sounds a bit mysterious, but as passengers get off the platform, the mystery disappears, and constipation might come out instead.
Look at those two idiots holding up those big signs at the exit. If Bang Geng could get lost, he'd be blind.
"What are you looking at—" one of the men holding the wooden sign glared at the chubby boy in front of him and said, "Go play somewhere else."
Where to go? What to do?
Banggeng sized up the other man, then looked at the fat man who was leaning in to attack him, and said urgently, "I am the person you have been waiting for."
"You're Captain Jia?"
The skinny, tall man looked at Banggeng suspiciously, frowned, and asked, "From Steel City?"
"Nonsense, I could come all the way from Fengcheng."
Banggeng glared at him impatiently, thinking to himself that the organization had no one left, and they actually used these two small fry to pick him up.
Look at these two, what kind of monsters are they? The one who was talking to him just now is a skinny, tall guy, he looks to be over 1.8 meters tall, but you can see his ribs.
The fat guy next to him must weigh at least 200 pounds; his chin was practically gone.
One fat and one thin, one tall and one short, Bang Geng really couldn't understand where Ge Lin had found these two oddballs.
He looked down on those two people, and those two people looked down on him too.
The skinny one is called Xiaobai, and the short, stout one is called Ergazi; these are all names used in the martial arts world.
Xiao Bai glanced at Er Ga Zi, somewhat doubting Bang Geng's identity, or perhaps the wrong item had been sent from above?
This has nothing to do with the "strong support" mentioned on the phone. It's just a kid.
What made the two of them even more confused was that this little rascal was really stubborn, and he would retort to them in less than three sentences.
"Let's go then, the boss is waiting."
Xiao Bai gave Er Ga Zi a wink, then turned and walked out with Bang Geng.
Bang Geng didn't think there was anything wrong with it and just got into the car with them without any hesitation.
The car was a Red Star Antelope. He had learned a few tricks of reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance from Uncle Wu, so he deliberately sat in the back seat, his hand holding the scraper in his backpack.
This scraper was brought from the capital; it was specially made by having someone hammer it out on the factory machinery.
It's good steel, strong enough to be hammered, flexible yet not soft, tough yet not brittle. Its only drawback is that it's never seen blood.
Bang Geng sat in the back seat, but his eyes were fixed on the ribs of the driver. He had several ways to quickly paralyze the enemy and find a time to jump out of the car and escape.
Unfortunately, Xiaobai didn't give him that chance. They barely chatted along the way, and the two were still not familiar with each other.
As for where Ergazi went, Banggeng didn't pay attention. His eyes were fixed on the driver's seat, and he was busy observing the situation in Yingcheng.
Contrary to his perception of the backward situation, this coastal city possesses vast offshore oil and gas reserves.
It is also one of the gateway cities for the export economy of Northeast China. Do you think it is important or not?
Because of its importance, Yingcheng has many tall buildings, after all, it was opened to foreign trade relatively early.
In the early days, this place was full of ports, especially foreigners, and the docks were mostly filled with foreign ships.
Now the foreign ships are gone, and the docks are dilapidated and unusable.
"Where's Green?"
Bang Geng still remembers Ge Lin, after all, the other party lived in the compound for a long time.
That man, who looked like an iron tower, was definitely not lacking in attention, no matter how taciturn he was.
Bang Geng once asked his grandmother about Green's height and how he could grow taller.
Jia Zhangshi's answer was simple: be reborn and have a different father.
Bang Geng even asked his mother in detail how tall his deceased father was.
How could Qin Huairu possibly answer that? People from that era were generally malnourished, let alone Jia Dongxu, who depended on his widowed mother for survival.
The questions from his childhood still lingered in his mind. When he came to Yingcheng this time, Uncle Wu told him to come here to find Ge Lin and to follow his instructions.
He was used to calling Ge Lin by his name in the compound, after all, the two weren't that far apart in age.
You see Green looks like a thirty-year-old, but he's actually only eighteen.
Can you imagine someone who looks much older than their age?
When Celine chose to marry Green, Green couldn't even register their marriage.
Judging from his appearance, he was good enough; in reality, Green was still a child at the time.
Well, back then, Green was only a year older than the current Bangkin is now, which is quite surprising considering how much older he looks now.
"Here, you should call him Big Brother."
Xiao Bai turned around and glared at the chubby boy, reminding him, "Your parents taught you manners, right?"
"Why don't you teach me now?"
Seeing that he was speaking ill of Xiaobai, Banggeng took his hand out of his schoolbag, and a sharp point stung Xiaobai's eyes.
That fat kid is a real bastard; he's ready to fight at the slightest provocation.
Is this what was referred to as "strong support"?
There was no support in sight, no guarantee of strong support, but there was certainly a hothead among them.
"You can't understand human language, can you?"
Xiao Bai tightened his jacket, revealing the pistol tucked into his waistband, and reminded Bang Geng, "You're still too green to try and bully me."
"Heh, I dare to stab you, do you dare to shoot me?"
Banggeng nonchalantly raised the scraper in his hand and challenged, "Say sorry, say you were wrong."
"Holy crap—" Xiao Bai had been a scoundrel in Jicheng for several years, but he never expected to encounter an even bigger scoundrel than himself back then.
"Alright, kid, you just wait."
Xiao Bai smiled and nodded, glancing at him a few more times, as he began to understand what was being said.
This hothead is a good target, but it's uncertain whether he can lure the snake out of its hole.
What are you doing here?
A simple, honest voice sounded from behind. Bang Geng was about to stab the skinny guy in front of him when he suddenly felt his hand being grabbed. Then came a sharp pain, and the scraper fell to the ground.
Turning around abruptly, I saw the towering figure I had seen as a child standing right behind me.
Actually, looking at it now, the Eiffel Tower is much shorter than it used to be; it has grown taller in the last few years.
"Grin? I'm here to help you."
Banggeng said shamelessly, "Uncle Wu sent me here, saying you're having trouble here."
“You’re the first obstacle I’ve encountered here.” Ge Lin released his hand, a smirk playing on his lips, and asked, “What are you doing in Yingcheng? Wouldn’t it be better to just focus on your studies?”
Do you understand the concept of combining theory with practice?
Bang Geng didn't back down at all, and emphasized with a smirk, "I'm here to put my knowledge into practice."
"He's already the captain of the Steel City Heroes Guerrilla Team, does he still need practical experience?"
With that, Ge Lin turned and entered the rather large courtyard.
Banggeng stood there awkwardly, quite certain that the joke had been passed on to him.
Uncle Wu is really something; does everyone in Northeast China know about this joke he made?
I regretted using this name from the start; it was those underlings who insisted on using it.
"Captain Jia, please—"
Xiao Bai smiled and gestured for him to come in.
Banggeng glared, picked up a scraper from the ground, and charged forward, intending to give him a good whack.
Xiao Bai was quite agile; he grabbed the arm that the stick was thrusting at him and pulled him to the side.
However, he didn't use any force at all when he struck the other person; he never intended to stab him.
He may be young, but he's not stupid.
We're all heroes of Liangshan; it would be a disgrace to Uncle Wu to act like a bully in our own backyard.
However, since he's new here, if he doesn't act tough, everyone will see him for who he is, and that would be even more embarrassing for Uncle Wu.
So he scared Xiaobai into grabbing his arm, but Banggeng stomped his foot hard, stepping right on Xiaobai's foot.
"Roar--"
Hehe? No, not hehe—
Xiao Bai didn't even bother to pull him away, and blushed as she slapped him aside.
How would it feel if a 14-year-old, 101-pound chubby boy stomped on you?
I want to kill him!
Xiao Bai was really hurt by being stepped on. This kid has no sense of proportion and is quite cunning.
Watching the mischievous boy walk into the courtyard, Ergaizi, who had just picked him up, chuckled and said, "Hey, Bai, you can do the one-legged dance, huh?!"
"I'll dance to your grandpa's tune—"
Xiao Bai's foot pain eased a bit, and he rolled his eyes, saying, "You take that kid with you this afternoon."
"Hehehe—" Erga asked with a wicked grin, "Why didn't he kick you in the groin?"
"Don't gloat, you'll get what's coming to you." Xiao Bai tested his right foot, stood up and went into the house. Of course, he wasn't going to settle scores with that kid. Ge Lin was back, so he must have something to say.
"The goal is basically set, but we need to do things perfectly and with a solid basis."
Ge Lin, sitting at the square table, explained, "Sister Zhou's order is that saving Xi Yongzhong is the most important thing."
"Let's divide the work now."
After briefly introducing the investigation, Ge Lin succinctly said, "Starting this afternoon, one of you two will take him to familiarize himself with the environment."
"The other one will keep an eye on the docks for me."
“I’ll go to the dock and let Gazi show him around, since Gazi knows this place better.”
Xiao Bai, who had long been fed up with the unruly kids, was surprisingly proactive. In the past, no one wanted to do the kind of thing that involved keeping watch, but today he was taking the initiative.
"I don't really care, I just don't know if he'll stay with me or not."
Ergaizi smiled and looked at Banggeng, asking, "Can you drive?"
Are you asking about driving a train?
Banggeng twitched the corner of his mouth and gave him a faint reply.
Erga's eyes lit up, and he asked, "You can drive a train?"
"No way—" Bang Geng still had that smug look on his face, and said, "I'm only 14, where am I going to learn how to drive a train? Are you stupid?"
"...I'm fucking..."
Erga was speechless for a moment. Looking at Xiaobai who was secretly laughing, he was even angrier.
"Why are you asking if you can't drive?"
He glanced at Bang Geng and said, "I'm asking if you can drive a car."
Why didn't you ask clearly?
Banggeng turned the tables, mimicking his glare, and said, "I know what you mean by asking. Do I have to know how to drive every single car?"
"You mean you can drive a car now?" Erga asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No, I'm only 14 years old. Where am I supposed to learn to drive a car? Why do you always ask such silly questions?"
Banggeng turned his head and looked at Gelin, asking, "Where did you pick this idiot from? He doesn't seem smart at all."
"Cool, cool, cool—" Xiaobai, unable to hold back any longer, saw Erga's face turn red and burst into loud laughter, "Hahahaha—"
Ge Lin's eyebrows twitched. He inwardly agreed with Li Xuewu's arrangement; this kid was indeed very good at drawing fire.
As the saying goes, dogs don't even want to talk to kids this age.
This kid is just so hated, I wonder if he'll get shot in the back?
"Okay, let's do it."
What else could Green say? That he brought two idiots from Jicheng? Couldn't he even fool a child?
"Let's go, smart man."
Erga Zi adjusted his mindset quickly; if it weren't for his good brother Xiaobai laughing beside him, he would have recovered even faster.
He didn't want to say a single word to this kid right now, just like he could hold back from beating Xiaobai until tonight, he could refrain from beating this bad kid.
Bang Geng didn't care. He put down his backpack and stuck the scraper in his hand into the leather holster at his waist.
Ergaizi glanced at his movements but didn't say anything. Such a fine tool was actually in the hands of a child.
Of course, you can tell where this bad boy came from just by looking at his gear.
This thing is basically not used in Northeast China; the bayonet on the Type 38 rifle is much more useful.
(End of this chapter)