Chapter 83: I Only Tell One Person

"Hey, how did the press conference go?"

Late at night, Chen Yonggui found Wu Long in the hotel restaurant.

The latter was having a late-night snack, so he pointed downstairs:

"After playing all day, I had Xiao Liu fly him around for an afternoon; he was so happy he was holding his camera and shooting everywhere.

He just had a meal and drank quite a bit of foreign liquor; we'll continue tomorrow."

Chen Yonggui's eyebrows immediately lit up with joy:

"Then there's no problem. If he's had fun and eaten well, he can't possibly say bad things about us. You must treat him well again tomorrow; absolutely do not mess this up."

After speaking, he remembered something else and added:

"That cement ship in the harbor is off-limits, and you can't enter the shipyard either; you can only take photos. Remember that."

"Rest assured, boss, he told me everything."

Wu Long had just said it offhandedly, but Chen Yonggui was startled:

"You know about that too?"

"How could I not know? I am the fully authorized Deputy General Manager; what is there I shouldn't know?"

Wu Long looked strange; Tang Wen had said the shipyard and the cement ship involved commercial secrets, and there were many sensitive items arriving via water that could not be exposed.

As the person who originally resold diesel engines, he naturally had to keep the secret.

However, Chen Yonggui was first surprised, then somewhat relieved.

Wu Long was considered one of Tang Wen's own people, so being absorbed into the Dragon Group was not strange; otherwise, many things would truly be difficult to handle.

Meeting a "colleague," Chen Yonggui also took a plate of roasted meat and sat down, asking Wu Long who was burying his head in his food:

"What is your codename?"

Codename? Nickname?

Wu Long was stunned, then thought this old rascal was implying something about him again; now that he had risen to Deputy General Manager, could he still be called Wu Lao Er? So he replied in a bad mood:

"Call me whatever you want; from now on, just call me Chen Lao San, okay?"

Chen Yonggui was quite depressed: "What nonsense are you spouting? I'm asking for your Dragon Group codename.

I am Man Tian Huo; what is your codename?"

Wu Long snorted, almost spitting out his food, and covered his stomach, laughing uncontrollably:

"You're Man Tian Huo? I'm Man Di Pa!"

"Tang Wen didn't let you join the Dragon Group?"

"What the hell."

Seeing Wu Long's stupid expression, Chen Yonggui immediately realized he had spoken out of turn and stood up to leave.

"I was just talking nonsense; don't tell anyone."

At this moment, Wu Long also reacted; there was actually a secret organization?

Judging by Chen Yonggui's words, was there more to this story?

He immediately grabbed Chen Yonggui's hand:

"Don't run; explain what's going on."

Chen Yonggui knew he had caused a huge disaster and forced a calm expression:

"My daughter-in-law is getting married today; I'm heading back first."

"Damn it, Chen Yonggui, do you even hear the nonsense you're spouting!"

Wu Long refused to let him go:

"Explain clearly: what is the Dragon Group, and what does your codename Man Tian Huo mean?"

Seeing he couldn't leave for the moment and that Wu Lao Er had heard what he said clearly, Chen Yonggui was filled with regret.

Five hundred silver coins a month for confidentiality! Why was his mouth so loose!

If Little Tang found out, there might still be a chance, but if the higher-ups found out, a bunch of elite soldiers and flower-protecting experts would come rushing over; could he stop them?

He could only turn around, pin Wu Long down, and soften his tone:

"Wu Lao Er, you shouldn't know about this; the matters involved are far bigger than you imagine. I can only say that those who understand, understand. Don't ask; for those who don't understand, I can't say more. Even if I understand, I can only pretend not to. Knowing too much isn't a good thing; the waters inside are too deep for you to handle. If you really don't understand, there's nothing to be done."

"In short, forget everything said today; it's good for you, good for me, good for everyone. Don't ask, don't even think about it; just forget it."

Wu Long listened to all that nonsense, realized Chen Yonggui was talking rubbish, and simply grabbed the other man's collar:

"Stop talking nonsense. What's really going on? Otherwise, I'll go straight to Boss Tang, or just go find out on the cement ship myself!"

Hearing Wu Lao Er's threat, Chen Yonggui hurriedly tried to soothe him:

"Don't rush; this really can't be spoken of. I'll give you ten thousand yuan; just don't ask, okay?"

"Rubbish! Do I lack money? Anyway, if you don't say it, I'll ask myself!"

Wu Long became even more agitated; since this stingy old man was willing to part with ten thousand yuan to avoid trouble, it must be no small matter, so he adopted a stance of refusing to let go even if he died.

Caught between a rock and a hard place, Chen Yonggui gritted his teeth, sighed, and shook off Wu Lao Er's hand.

"Sit down, sit down. I was just trying to stabilize you first; when Little Tang returns, I will personally apologize to him.

But I'm warning you: I'm telling this to only one person; absolutely, absolutely do not let it out."

The fire of gossip in Wu Lao Er's eyes was already burning fiercely; he immediately patted his chest with a thump-thump sound:

"Rest assured; my mouth is famously tight!"

Chen Yonggui looked at him, wanting to speak but holding back, and finally compromised:

"The story begins over a thousand years ago, with the Imperial City Bureau of the Great Song..."

"Achoo!"

Tang Wen sneezed, then turned his head and found the bridge door shut tight, with no damp, cold sea breeze blowing in.

He hadn't expected anyone to be thinking of him; who believes in that feudal superstition anyway?

He checked the route in his mind; the Fudong had been sailing for two days and would reach its destination in another fifteen hours.

They had encountered only a few fishing boats along the way, with no accidents, far smoother than imagined.

But now they had entered the deep waters of the East Sea; above lay the Koreans, and to the side, the Japanese.

Fishermen from all three sides have the tradition of fishing nearby, so they would likely see other vessels soon.

Yet relying on the Fudong's massive size, they had no fear of interference from other fishing boats.

Judging by last night's sky, the weather at the salvage site should be a fine clear day.

In the Yamato's final battle, the Yahagi that accompanied it sank as well; salvaging it would yield quite a bit of steel.

【Enemy warship detected!】

A prompt jolted Tang Wen awake, and he saw that Kimura Susumu was already leaning over the radar display to identify it.

"Commander, it's a small target, possibly a fishing boat or a patrol craft, about seven or eight kilometers to our northeast."

"That's within visual range!"

Tang Wen grabbed the binoculars and soon found the target indicated by the radar.

From the blurry outline, the middle section dipped downward, a typical fishing boat shape.

"What should we do, Commander? Shall we sink it?"

Kimura Susumu was eager to try; although the Fudong had been disarmed, in the system it was in a "weapon damaged" state. Pressing the R key to activate damage control and spending a few silver coins would immediately "repair" and restore it.

The Fudong was flying a red flag now; since that fishing boat was an enemy target, it must be foreign fishermen.

"Sink nothing; we proceed with normal navigation."

Tang Wen wanted to see which country's fishing boat it was, but he still couldn't make it out clearly through the binoculars.

As the two vessels drew closer, he finally spotted a red flag on the other ship's bow.

The other side also made out their flag and the fishing boat code on the side; within moments, a broken Chinese voice crackled over the radio:

"This is the stupid Linghai, you guys, get lost."

【NZN003——2800/2800】

Tang Wen glanced at the name and health bar on that fishing boat, then cut the call directly.

Even up to the Yamato's sinking point, it was international waters; the other side was likely just trying to scare the Fudong, mistaking it for a fishing boat.

"Ignore them; we pass freely!"