Once in Liang Yuan's dream, he held two little girls in his arms together and did not realize it. The two loli were watching Liang Yuan sit in the passenger seat, half twisted his body and smiled terrifyingly, and pouted together. Then Ning Wanjia said softly: "Xiaoyuan, please stay on the hood in the middle first, okay? When my sister and I come up, you will be back."

Liang Yuan looked at Ning Wanjia's cheeks that seemed to be snowy and there were still some unwiped tears on her long eyelashes. Hearing the little girl's soft words, his head had already been short-circuited. He squatted happily on the hood of the sea lion. The two loli giggled, sat in the passenger seat together, closed the car door casually, and said to Wang Rui: "Uncle Wang Rui, drive faster, Xiaoyuan is very uncomfortable squatting."

In front of everyone, Liang Yuan had no other choice except to discuss with the two little girls honestly. As a result, he suffered a lot of losses. Everyone sat back to the city, and he, a dusty traveler, squatted on the hood, returned to Nanhu Science and Technology Park.

Liang Yuan knew that the two lolitas were expressing their dissatisfaction with not making phone calls. After getting off the car, he jumped hard a few times, stretched out his hand to move his thighs. Ning Wanjia watched the adults carry the cardboard box that Liang Yuan brought back into the temporary hotel of the Science and Technology Park, walked to Liang Yuan and squatted down, stretched out his white little hand, clenched into a fist and gently tapped Liang Yuan's thigh muscles.

Looking down at Ning Wanjia's misty big eyes, Liang Yuan smiled gently, reached out to put the radiance on Ning Wanjia's cheeks together, slowly left behind the little girl's white and crystal ears, and gently patted her pink face. Liang Yuan said, "Jiajia, okay."

Ning Wanjia grabbed Liang Yuan's hand and stood up, put Liang Yuan's arm in her arms and said, "Xiaoyuan, you should tell us that you can call the car factory."

"Aren't I afraid you will run back to Benxi?" Whenever I think of Ning Wanjia's appearance by the phone, Liang Yuan's heart is so soft that it seems that he can poke a hole with a slight touch.

After hearing Liang Yuan say it, Ning Wanjia doesn't say anything, just stares at Liang Yuan.

Seeing the little girl looking at him firmly, Liang Yuan smiled helplessly and said, "Okay. OK, I won't be the case."

After hearing Liang Yuan say this, Ning Wanjia became happy and gave Liang Yuan a charming look, slowly leaned against Liang Yuan's arms, and pressed Liang Yuan's forehead intimately.

Ning Wanfei, who was standing at the door, waved her hands at the two of them, pointed to the door and said, "Xiaoyuan, you are always slow."

Seeing Ning Wanfei's rare understanding and waiting for the ward, Liang Yuan smiled. He kissed Ning Wanjia's pink cheek, bent down and picked up the last cardboard box on the ground. He took Ning Wanjia's little hand and stepped onto the steps.

Looking at Ning Lei walking towards him, Liang Yuan shook the cardboard box in his hand and said, "Uncle Ning, there is no more, this is the last one."

"Xiaoyuan, what is the production line you sent back a few days ago for? I asked someone to translate the instructions and said it was a canning production line. Xiaoyuan planned to produce canned beef? Didn't you say you didn't plan to build a slaughterhouse in Shangri-La?" Ning Lei asked in confusion.

"Uncle Ning, this thing is hard to describe. I will talk to you in detail later. I have to stutter first. The food provided by China Eastern Airlines economy class is simply feed. I have been hungry for more than ten hours." Liang Yuan said while eating in the small service hall of a temporary hotel.

"Stop looking for it," Tang Wan said, stretching her head out of the largest suite in the temporary hotel: "The cafeteria can deliver some pastries later."

Fifteen minutes later, Liang Yuan, who had filled his stomach, leaned comfortably on the sofa and breathed a sigh of relief. He patted his bulging belly and said, "I finally left the half-baked steak and the strange-tasting Chinese food. I won't stay abroad for so long after I'm beaten to death."

"Xiaoyuan, you really don't know how to be blessed. I wonder how many people in China want to go out?" Tang Wan said with a smile.

In the mid-to-late 1980s, the first wave of studying abroad emerged in China. At that time, those who could go abroad were far from comparable to those of later generations. It was very similar to North Korea after the new century. Those who could go abroad were basically the elite class in the country.

"What's the point of being in the broken places in the United States? The food is raw. If I hadn't been supported by seafood in the past month, I would have starved to death on the streets of Los Angeles." Liang Yuan said exaggeratedly.

Regardless of whether the thing is called steak or steak, this kind of half-baked thing is like eating raw food and drinking blood, and it is impossible to swallow it. If you get 10 years of maturity and then roast beef in the future, you will still deal with it if you eat it once or twice. Eating it every day will be tormented. Liang Haiping accepts Western food very quickly and loves this half-baked way of eating it very much.

Ning Wanjia, sitting on the armrest of Liang Yuan's sofa, reached out and pinched Liang Yuan's cheek, handed the water cup in his hand to Liang Yuan, and said softly: "What are you talking nonsense about starving to death?"

Ning Lei looked at Liang Yuan after drinking the water and said with a smile: "Okay, now you are full and full. It's Uncle Ning's turn to interrogate you. Let's start with the production line. What's going on with that thing? It cost millions of dollars. Is Xiaoyuan planning to make canned yaks?"

"Uncle Ning guessed it right to make canned food, but it's not canned yaks, but canned air."

"Can air?" Li Yuanling repeated in confusion and said, "Is it a newly invented packaging method in the United States?"

"No, I've already said it very clearly. Air cans, mom, look at the subject and predicate."

"I know you are talking about canned air. I'm asking you what you sell. There must be products to sell. You can't just sell air."

"Mom, you've guessed it right. Since you're asking canned air to sell what else can you sell if you don't sell air?" Liang Yuan said with a smile.

Liang Jiangping was drinking water. After hearing Liang Yuan say that, he vomited water on the carpet and almost choked. Seeing that Comrade Lao Liang's face was not good, Liang Yuan dared to keep it in secret. He quickly told the whole thing.

Finally, Liang Yuan added: "Uncle Ning, you have to help me find a way to hang this factory in the name of the army. It is the best military control for the time being. You all sound incredible. If the newspaper knows about it, it will be a big trouble. If it causes a big debate or something, we won't have to study the matter of buying a plane at that time."

There was no sound in the room except for the sound of Ning Wanfei eating potato chips. If Liang Yuan had not established enough trust with iron-like facts, he would have been taken to the Fifth Hospital of Shengjing for treatment.

After a while, Ning Lei smiled bitterly and shook his head and said, "Okay, Xiaoyuan, you can sell whatever you want. I'll give you a report to the above and include the factory in the purchase plan and put it in the name of the Chengdu Military Region."

Tang Wan took a sip of water with a sip, but almost choked. She patted her chest and said, "Xiaoyuan, tell Aunt Ning, what else can you sell?"

Liang Yuan smiled and mentioned Shangri-La's name change with Ning Lei. This kind of thing would definitely not be blocked at all. Ning Lei agreed and after talking about these miscellaneous things, Ning Lei habitually opened the door and looked at it, turned the sign hanging at the door to the do not disturb the other side, and then returned to the room.

"Xiaoyuan, let's talk about the important matters with Uncle Ning. Since you are back, you have almost prepared for it, but you still have encountered insurmountable obstacles." Ning Lei asked with a serious expression.

"Uncle Ning, the funds have been settled, and the following is the problem of contacting Grumman Company." Liang Yuan nodded and said.

Although Ning Lei found that Liang Yuan had the leisure to buy so many things when he picked him up at the airport, he guessed that the result of the matter should not be very bad, but after hearing Liang Yuan confirmed his guess, he still breathed a sigh of relief.

"Tell me quickly and tell Uncle Ning, how much money has Xiaoyuan raised this time and how many f14s he planned to buy back?" Ning Lei stood up suddenly and asked anxiously.

Liang Yuan smiled bitterly when he heard this. How many frames should be used to describe the things like this?

"Uncle Ning, don't think about the F14 of a flying group. You can't afford it even if you sell me." Liang Yuan said with a grin.

In terms of the organization of the Chinese Air Force, a flight regiment is equivalent to a squadron of the US Air Force. The number of aircraft normally organized is about 20. The units below the Chinese Air Force are flight brigades with about 8 aircraft, and then the flight squadrons are organized to form 4 aircraft. It can be said that domestic flight squadrons and foreign flight squadrons are not at the same level.

Liang Yuan stretched out a finger and shook it and said, "I didn't bring back the contract, it's in my uncle's hand. However, by the end of this month, the 25 million US dollars can be transferred to the Shangri-La account. Before July, I can confirm the funds in my hand.

"In a few days, my uncle will go to Europe. There is a benchmark in the US market. I guess I can bring back about 50 million yuan of funds. In August, I can use about 120 million US dollars. Uncle Ning thinks how many F14s can be sold for this money?"

"One squadron, four are too few." Ning Lei said with regret.

Liang Jiangping also nodded frequently from the side and said, "Two cruises, one combat readiness, and the other maintenance, this is really too nervous."

"Don't be unsatisfied. Without Xiaoyuan, you won't even have a F14 tire. Besides, this kind of thing is not what Xiaoyuan should do, but you dare to be picky." Listening to Ning Lei's small complaint, Tang Wan said very unhappy.

Ning Lei, who knew that he was in the wrong, turned red and did not dare to take the blame.

"Since Uncle Ning thinks that four planes will be calculated as four planes, but if I buy more, will the excess planes belong to the company?" Liang Yuan said with a smile.

"Xiaoyuan, what do you want that thing?" This time, not only a few adults, but also Ning Wanjia, who had been sitting quietly on the handrail of the sofa and listening to everyone's words, asked in unison.
Chapter completed!