The sixty-year-old old man's eyes were deep and he nodded silently. He couldn't put it down and caressed the fighter plane as if he were stroking his most beloved apple: "Yes. What we lack most is time, and what we lack most is also time!"
The sixty-year-old old man took a sip of his cigar and coughed lightly. Tears flashed in his old eyes that were filled with vicissitudes of life: "I don't have enough time..."
"Your father doesn't have enough time either..."
"Tongshi!"
"arrive!"
In the dusk, the sixty-year-old old man called my name.
I responded solemnly, walked forward with my briefcase in hand, and stopped three meters in front of the sixty-year-old old man.
"Tell me what you think."
The old man in sixties wearing simple and even shabby clothes in front of him is not the rabbit-eared old Confucian director who was testing the rubber band the day before yesterday. Who is it?
"Report. Fangzhou is willing to do his best for the motherland."
"Rubber bands, Fangzhou provides them to the motherland for free!"
"Free maintenance! Free subsequent upgrades! Free subsequent research and development!"
"As long as the motherland has any requirements, Fangzhou will provide it free of charge. This includes technology research and development and personnel, including all expenses, including all patents!"
"Fangzhou, everyone is willing to donate and hand it over for free!" Kanshu La
"Please give Fangzhou a chance!"
When an opportunity comes unexpectedly, I must seize it resolutely.
The old scholar with rabbit ears is the director of the blocking rope, he must have the decision-making power!
The middle-aged man has a majestic appearance. Not only does he have the blessings of an elder, he also has the power to carry forward the past and open up the future. His status will never be lower than that of the old scholar with rabbit ears.
The opportunity is right in front of me, and I want to give it a try: "Also, Fangzhou has cooperation with the Hanlin Academy. We have core technology. We can upgrade it. We have enough strength to ensure subsequent updates and applications!"
After speaking in one breath, I gritted my teeth and held my breath, waiting for the final verdict.
When my words came out, the middle-aged man cast a cold light at me.
The power of this middle-aged man's eye sword is not weaker than that of Long Chiwu, the three kings of the Long family!
There is a breath of energy in him!
He is as domineering as Long Chiwu!
"I'm not Zhu Yuanzhang, do I need you, Shen Wansan, to help me build Jinling City?"
"Report. Before Zhu Yuanzhang captured Jinling City, Shen Wansan died."
"Hey!"
The rabbit-eared director chuckled, showing some surprise.
At this moment, the middle-aged man next to him said softly: "In the biography of Empress Ma of the Ming Dynasty, it is written in black and white that Shen Wansan repaired the outside of Jinling City and rewarded the three armies."
"Report. It is recorded in Wujiang Chronicles that when Zhang Shicheng occupied Wu, Wan San was dead, and his second son, Mao, and Wangmi transported rice from the sea to Yandu."
"The compiler of Wujiang Chronicle is Mo Dan. He and Shen Wansan are the daughter-in-law."
The middle-aged man's thick eyebrows moved, and a rocket immediately raised its launcher, pointing its sword into the sky.
The murderous intention suddenly arises, and the world is famous!
"There are records in the history of the Ming Dynasty that Shen Wansan was assigned to Caiyun by Zhu Yuanzhang and started the Ancient Tea Horse Road."
"Report. The epitaph of Shen Wansan's son Shen Rong says that Shen Rong died in the ninth year of Hongwu. He died at the age of sixty-two. If Shen Wansan is still alive, he would be at least eighty years old."
"Zhu Yuanzhang completely pacified Caiyun in the eighteenth year of Hongwu. Even though Shen Wansan was not dead at that time, he was already eighty-nine years old."
The middle-aged man listened to me quietly, and when he was about to speak, I added softly: "If you give me a matching cloud, I will accept it."
These words of submission made the middle-aged man slowly retract the second missile he had raised, and there was a hint of strangeness and contempt between his brows: "Old Yu asked you to talk about the development prospects of the aircraft carrier, but he didn't ask you to talk about the arresting cables."
"The blocking rope has been finalized!"
In an instant, cold sweat broke out on the back of my head.
A chill came from the soles of his feet and shot straight up his spine, making his whole body like a frozen statue.
"Report. I think our aircraft carrier will be on par with the world's best in less than twenty years."
When these words came out, the middle-aged man's expression changed.
, murderous intent returns!
Mr. Yu hummed and glanced at me casually: "Twenty years?"
"Yes! Twenty years!"
"Twenty years neck and neck?"
"The day before yesterday, your boy said that he was fishing out other rubber bands from the Pacific Ocean and copying them. Today, you upgraded to fishing for an aircraft carrier?"
"Report. If the world's number one aircraft carrier can sink in the South China Sea, I will ride down on the water-avoiding golden crystal beast and fish it out."
"But. We can chase him without fishing!"
Mr. Yu looked at me: "How to chase after me?"
I said loudly: "Jump and chase!"
After saying this, I could clearly see the doubts and disgust of Mr. Yu and the middle-aged man.
I said solemnly with a straight face: "The world's number one technology tree has reached its peak and cannot bloom new flowers. We need experience and technology."
"As long as we start fast enough, we can jump far enough."
The middle-aged man lies down with his eyebrows drooping lightly, transforming into Guan Yu and falling into Cao's deep thought.
Mr. Yu was holding a cigarette and jokingly said to me: "How about you get another pole and jump higher?"
"Report. No pole required. We don't seek height, only speed!"
Brush it!
The middle-aged man raised his eyes and struck!
The two suns reflected in the two sharp eyes glowed with golden light, piercing the soul!
"Seek speed...not heights!"
"interesting!"
"What do you mean by the speed you mentioned?"
As a middle-aged man, I would say softly: "Dumplings!"
The middle-aged man's eyelids drooped, and the two golden crows were pressed into two curved lower Xuan Yue.
"ha!"
Suddenly, Mr. Yu said loudly: "Put down the dumplings!"
"Okay! Okay! Okay!"
"This is a good metaphor!"
Mr. Yu's hands were shaking a little, and his expression showed strange excitement.
Completely opposite to Mr. Yu, the middle-aged man didn't comment on my words. He just silently took out his cigarette and lit it alone. He raised his head in thought for a long time and then lowered his head to meditate.
After he finished smoking a cigarette, the middle-aged man's chest rose slightly and he handed over the cigarette butt naturally.
I silently took out the cigarette case, pulled out the cigarette, and caught the cigarette butt.
The middle-aged man is no less powerful than Long Chiwu, and Mr. Yu is the arresting rope director. On such a huge deck, I am the only third party to act as the bag-carrying boy.
"How's it going? What did you think of?"
