Chapter 142

Wow, it's snowing!

Looking at the snowflakes fluttering outside the window, Kuse was thrilled, shouted loudly, and ran off.

ran off

Wudai glanced outside, then… picked up a big shovel, decided to go outside and build a snowman; in the tropics, one could only see snow on TV, and even then didn't understand, after all, it's different from experiencing it firsthand.

then…

Soon, a big snowman was piled in the embassy's courtyard; everyone else stood nearby, worried that these two might have an accident.

"Brother, why don't we go find Qin?"

"Not urgent; marriage is a big deal. After they finish their busy work, they'll naturally come find us. This way… we can spend a few more days in the East."

As they spoke, the sound of an engine roared outside, very familiar!

Wudai put down the shovel, walked to the door, and saw that familiar sports car parked there; a man and a woman got out, both acquaintances.

"Qin, is your wedding over?"

"Well, actually it was unnecessary from the start; the travel wedding was months ago. Wudai, Kuse, my friends, I've neglected you these days."

"It's fine; we're having a great time here. We've visited the Forbidden City, the Summer Palace, the Thirteen Tombs, and the Great Wall—so many historic sites in the East."

Actually, these sights are best visited in summer; in freezing weather there's not much to see, but… judging by these people, perhaps winter is more fun for them.

"Really? I was planning to take you all around next, but I didn't expect you'd already been everywhere!"

"Yeah, we've eaten lots and lots of interesting food… Come on, let's go inside and talk."

In the reception room, Wudai and Kuse took the main seats, the diplomat accompanied them on the side, and Qin Miao and Chu Miaomiao sat as guests.

"Qin, those truck cannons have arrived at our battlefield, played a huge role, and several times saved our positions." Wudai said: "My father sings praises of Eastern weapons, and he's also very eager for weapons with longer range… but even with these, it's still not enough."

"Yeah, the ground is ours, but the sky still belongs to the Langtuo." Kuse spoke.

The term is likely a typo for Ietu; we transliterate it as Langtuo.

"Well… once the war drags on, it easily turns into a war of attrition. As for our aviation industry, the East isn't very advanced either… Ah, I remember: the Air Force's most advanced project right now is to introduce British Marconi avionics and improve the J-7 fighter jet!"

Beside him, the diplomat nodded. "Exactly, I know about this project too—after all, an international cooperation project can't be hidden."

"Speaking of the J-7, some think it's a copy of the MiG-21, but actually, since the East fell out with the Soviet Union in the 1960s, we've long been on the path of self-reliance, and our J-7 also has many of our own improvements, such as the ejection seat…"

Qin Miao talked on and on, then thought of something: "How about this—I'll contact the relevant departments and see if we can sell this self‑used aircraft to our Ietu."

"Wait!" the diplomat beside him reacted: "Qin, we Ietu still don't have…"

We haven't even planned to buy it!

"Mahedi, what's the matter?" Wudai's dissatisfied gaze swept over him, instantly making his heart pound; he certainly knew that offending Wudai meant no good outcome—this young master always enjoys tormenting people—so he quickly shook his head.

"Nothing, nothing."

"Qin, when will we set out?"

"I need to first ask the Air Force for their opinion, then go find that Air Force leader who was at my wedding banquet that day!"

"General Lin?"

"That's right."

The diplomats wore complex expressions; this place, the East, has always been a forbidden zone for intelligence work, so they could hardly gather any intel on Qin Miao… but… just look at who attended Qin Miao's wedding, and you'll see how wide his network is.

Qin Miao left, and two more days passed; the date is now February 4.

"Looks like we'll have to wait a few more days." Mahedi couldn't help but speak up.

"Why?"

"Today is the East's traditional holiday, New Year's Eve; tomorrow is New Year. During this time, Easterners reunite with family and spend the holiday together, so they won't…"

He hadn't finished speaking when the roar of a sports car sounded outside again.

"Qin's here?"

Wudai gave Mahedi a look, "You just don't get it—Qin is our true friend; even New Year's can't compare to helping us with this big thing!"

Mahedi's heart gave another jolt, and at that moment Kuse had already run out.

"Qin, you've come!"

"Well, after I repeatedly approached various department heads, they finally agreed: the J-7 fighter jet equipped with Marconi avionics can be sold to Ietu. Next, I'll take you to Chengdu to see the aircraft's specifics, then we'll go together to the Middle East."

"Today?"

"Exactly, today."

"But… today isn't New Year's Eve?"

"New Year's Eve comes every year, but your war is urgent—you can't wait too long." Qin Miao said: "This year's New Year's Eve, I'll spend it with you."

"Qin, you truly are our good friend!"

That's natural—New Year means killing chickens and sheep. Now there's a fat sheep standing before us; why not slaughter it? This is the best Spring Festival gift.

Beside him, Mahedi also felt deeply moved; Easterners really are good friends… so… as long as the aircraft's performance isn't terribly lacking, let's just buy it.

"Qin, where's your wife?"

"She's already gone to the airport; buying tickets here isn't easy."

"Alright, let's head to the airport now! Qin, I'll cover all the expenses for this trip."

"That won't do—once you're in the East, you're guests; there's no reason to make guests pay."

These plane tickets are just a few bucks; the Marconi avionics are the big project!

For this project I've given my all; coming on New Year's Eve to keep you company shows our enthusiasm… if you don't buy it, you'll really be letting your friends down!

On New Year's Eve, a civilian airliner took off from the Capital and flew to Chengdu.

On the plane, Wudai and Kuse broadened their horizons; after flying a few hours and still not arriving, the East's territory is truly vast, isn't it?

At around three in the afternoon, the plane landed in Chengdu; the people of Factory 132 had been waiting, and at the arrival gate, Lao Tu stepped forward first: "Everyone, I represent Chengdu Aircraft Company—welcome!"

Qin Miao keeps his promises! Lao Tu's eyes were full of gratitude.

Now, the customers have arrived; next, we must definitely give it our all and let the customers be satisfied with our aircraft!