Chapter 1458: Say Sorry, Say You Were Wrong

"Tell me, is there any operability for an airport?" Li Huai De's heart was still itching, "After all, it's in Feng City, thousands of acres of land."

"Less than three thousand acres of land, including the wasteland and reserve land near the airport."

Dong Wenxue flipped through the documents in his hand and flicked the ash into the ashtray on Old Li's desk.

"This airport is really not small." He raised his head to look at Li Xuewu and asked: "Have you been to see it?"

"Where would I have been to see it? I only knew about this matter in the departure hall of Feng City Airport."

Li Xuewu shook his head, looked at Li Huai De, and explained: "If it weren't for Director Zhou's vigorous promotion, I wouldn't have had the opportunity to come into contact with such a large project."

"Hahahaha—"

Dong Wenxue and Li Huai De both laughed; this sounded a bit like a joke.

Li Xuewu had come into contact with, or rather presided over, too many projects that exceeded the value of an airport.

Saying this might still be vague, but it would be specific if one talked about the economic value Li Xuewu created for the group.

If it weren't for Li Xuewu's keen eyes and excellent suggestions, the Red Star Steel Group would still have to be called the Red Star Factory.

"It already had more than a thousand acres of land when it was built in the 1920s." Dong Wenxue looked at the history of the airport on the document and exclaimed: "To talk about wealth, it has to be the Northeast."

"How long is the runway now?"

Li Huai De was obviously interested in this airport, picked up his teacup, and asked: "Is it a thousand meters?"

"More than that, a little over two thousand."

Dong Wenxue pursed his lips, looked at the document, and introduced: "It was expanded in the 1950s."

"A concrete runway more than two thousand meters long and more than eighty meters wide, and there is also a parallel taxiway and connecting taxiway."

He turned a page and continued to introduce: "It says here that a semi-horizontal oil storage tank with a capacity of 350 tons was newly built last year."

"It's just that there is no proper terminal building."

"It's an old airport; it's understandable."

Li Huai De nodded in understanding and said: "Director Zhou introduced that they haven't properly received big leaders many times since they took over."

"The hangar is quite large, and there are many."

Dong Wenxue put down the document in his hand, then extinguished the cigarette butt in the ashtray, and said: "It might have something to do with the nature of the airport's use."

"Is it for experiments?" Li Huai De thought for a while, then nodded and said: "What is the situation now?"

"How did you think of selling the airport to us?" Dong Wenxue looked at Li Xuewu and asked: "Are you not living anymore? Are you not test-flying new planes?"

"Is it not worth maintaining an airport for the sake of test-flying new planes?" Li Xuewu smiled and said: "Even if they have experimental projects, they can choose an airport nearby; there is no need to run so far."

"Feng City is very large, and there are quite a few airports around." He explained: "Even if they haven't received big leaders, they haven't executed any important tasks."

"You mean..." Dong Wenxue frowned slightly and asked: "Is it still unaffordable?"

"It is very possible." Li Xuewu nodded and emphasized: "The signing of this cooperation agreement clearly has many clauses favorable to them, but it didn't get a definite reply."

He looked at Dong Wenxue and raised his eyebrows, asking: "Why do you say that?"

"What else could it be." Li Huai De curled his lips and said: "No money."

"Selling the grandfather's fields, the heart doesn't ache."

Dong Wenxue said amusingly: "This airport of nearly three thousand acres is not easy to sell, and not easy to buy either."

"They don't lack this either."

Li Huai De shook his head slightly and said: "Which airport nearby can't be used for their experiments."

"There are few flight missions now."

Li Xuewu nodded and said: "Only when there are many flight missions for civil airports will they regret it."

"That will be many years later."

Dong Wenxue shook his head and smiled bitterly, saying: "I might not be able to see that day."

"Hey, don't say that too early."

Li Xuewu joked: "It's possible for you to go to heaven."

"It's possible for me to go to heaven."

Dong Wenxue shook his head, indicating he didn't believe it, and looked at Li Huai De with a smile, asking: "General Manager Li, what do you mean..."

"Not very clear—"

Li Huai De was also in a dilemma, picked up his teacup and took a sip of warm tea, then continued: "This opportunity is very rare for us."

"But according to the Secretary-General's analysis, a lot of money must be invested every year to maintain it."

He started calculating small accounts at this time, "Besides, we only have one business jet, far from the point of purchasing an airport."

"Being able to find us to promote it also means it really can't be sold, or they want cash."

Li Xuewu analyzed for the two: "The framework agreement is signed, and profitable projects are placed in front of them, but they can only stare because they have no money."

"So selling the airport at this time, besides the possibility of being overwhelmed and unable to continue, it might also be to raise money; actually, they have no money."

He introduced the situation he understood to the two, and the analysis was quite in place.

"An airport that can take off and land medium-sized transport planes is actually left to waste; it's really a pity."

Li Huai De sighed and looked at Li Xuewu, asking: "Do you mean we can't buy it?"

"At least there is no need to buy it now."

Li Xuewu thought for a while, and still gave his opinion: "One business jet cannot support the operation of an airport."

He looked at Li Huai De and asked: "If we purchase this airport, in order to satisfy the balance of payments, we need to add more flights and increase sales efforts."

"That is to say, we still need to invest a large amount of funds to purchase aircraft."

Li Xuewu looked at Dong Wenxue in a dilemma and asked: "Do we still have money to buy planes?"

"You have to ask Deputy Director Jing about this."

Dong Wenxue also shook his head and smiled bitterly, saying: "If Deputy Director Jing says there is money, then there is; if Deputy Director Jing says there is no money, then there really is no money."

"Isn't it said that there are still some planes."

Li Huai De seemed to have remembered something, raised his eyebrows and looked at Dong Wenxue, asking: "Can they not fly?"

"Hahahaha—" Dong Wenxue laughed lightly: "They can fly, it's just that I'm afraid no one will sit in them."

"Is it a training plane?" Li Xuewu thought for a while and said: "Shen Fei might not be able to keep it."

"Old British and French antique planes; I heard from Wang Xin, the factory director of Shen Fei, that these old antiques are prepared to be handed over to the museum, waiting to be received."

Dong Wenxue curled his lips and said: "But I heard him say there is also an Il-14 transport plane that can fly."

"Does the Il-14 count as an old antique?"

Li Xuewu joked: "This thing is at least imported ten years ago."

"Hehe, you're right."

Dong Wenxue flipped through the document and then said: "The batch fifteen years ago, a total of 49 planes, were obtained by Shen Fei's airport in recent years."

"Um, it really is an old antique."

Li Xuewu smiled, picked up his teacup and took a sip, saying: "Anyway, I dare not sit in it."

Actually, saying this isn't quite right, because the Il-14 was the main force of domestic transport planes at this time, and many cargo transport and personnel transport relied on it.

It wasn't until the 1970s and 1980s that its figure could still be seen at the airport.

"The airport has its own maintenance workshop and guesthouse; this aspect is still okay, let's build a school."

Dong Wenxue smiled and said: "Another thing I can think of is cargo transport."

"Wang Xin mentioned a point; back then Feng City had flights to Ying City Niu Zhuang, and there were even five planes used for postal work."

"Are you going to do cargo transport?"

Li Huai De thought and said: "The cost of this is a bit high; ordinary people can't afford it."

"This airport placed in front of us is a big problem, and for Shen Fei, it is even more so."

Li Xuewu smiled and said: "Before selling it, we can talk and laugh, but once we truly take it over, we have to think about how to realize the balance of payments."

"Whether it is passenger transport or cargo transport, there is a reality that cannot be bypassed."

He put down his teacup and pointed at the table, saying: "That is how much money we can take out this year to purchase this airport, and then purchase transport planes."

"The airport is easy to buy, but the transport planes..."

Dong Wenxue shook his head and smiled bitterly, saying: "The relationship with the north is so stiff, where would they sell us planes."

"The bold are supported, the timid are starved."

Li Xuewu said indifferently: "As long as you are willing to pay, even gods can be invited down to earth."

"However, even if the north wants to sell to us, we can't buy theirs; it's too rough."

He pretended to be disgusted and shook his head, saying: "Big, black, and thick; besides being durable, there are no other advantages."

"The Santa Ya Group can help bridge the gap; both passenger planes and cargo planes can be bought."

Li Xuewu said while thinking: "It's just a bit troublesome."

What proper good passenger planes does France have now?

Hey, there are plenty; at this time, France is terrifyingly strong in the field of aircraft manufacturing.

Air France, Airbus, and the manufacturer of Red Star No. 1, Dassault Aviation, are truly world-famous.

This doesn't include British Aerospace, which has deep cooperation with France; even the Jaguar and Alouette III that Steel Fly is preparing to produce have a relationship with Aerospace.

As far as the current situation is concerned, there are only two good planes in the world, one is the Tu-144, and one is the Airbus A300.

Of course, these two good planes haven't started production yet, they were just publicly displayed.

This was what Li Xuewu knew; in the future, the two famous planes, others like Boeing weren't that strong yet.

Talking about buying planes was complicated, the money for buying planes was also very tight, and even the price of maintaining an airport was very high; Li Xuewu had explained it clearly, so why was Li Huai De still hesitating?

The reason wasn't that the Red Star Steel Group had money and he was burning it; on the contrary, he wasn't doing it to spend money, but to gain fame and profit in the process of spending money.

Of course, there was no such thing as profit output at this time; whether it was purchasing planes or purchasing an airport, for Li Huai De, he couldn't get direct benefits.

However, owning an airport was two different things from owning a business jet.

Owning an airport in Feng City also had an influence that couldn't be ignored for the Steel Group's development in Liaodong.

To put it bluntly, Li Huai De wanted to spend money to do ruthless things and quickly improve the Red Star Steel Group's status and fame 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 in which direction they made contributions and achievements, the higher-ups could see his efforts and dedication.

"Old Li is a bit anxious."

Dong Wenxue puffed on a cigarette, looked at Li Xuewu sitting on the sofa opposite him, and said: "Truly buying an airport can quickly accumulate influence for the group, but the burden to carry is too heavy."

There were only the two of them in the office at this time, and the secretary was watching at the door.

Li Xuewu listened to his words in silence, and didn't give a reply for a long time.

Dong Wenxue's attitude in Li Huai De's office was a bit vague; he didn't seem to think that purchasing an airport had any drawbacks or benefits.

But after the two returned to the office, Dong Wenxue showed a worried expression.

"It's impossible this year."

Li Xuewu thought for a long time before saying: "It's hard to say next year; at least within three to five years, the group doesn't have the ability to set up an airline."

"I say so too; the timing is not right now, and we don't have relevant experience."

Dong Wenxue flicked the ash in the ashtray and emphasized: "It's good enough to be able to build planes; if we really want to run an airline, then most of the group's annual profits will be drawn away."

"More than that—" Li Xuewu laughed lightly and said: "It's already good if it doesn't lose everything."

"How many people can take a plane in a month." Dong Wenxue remembered his few experiences of taking a plane and shook his head slightly, saying: "Even purchasing a plane ticket is a hurdle."

"Director Li has other considerations."

Li Xuewu wasn't very annoyed, because Li Huai De wanted to spend this money, not only did he have to pass his and Dong Wenxue's hurdle, but Xiang Jingyu Nong's hurdle was even harder to pass.

If this project was operated and presided over by Li Xuewu, then Xiang Jingyu Nong might have some confidence in the face of a certain loss, but if it was changed to Li Huai De...

Forget it, Old Li had never done business work; this project would lose until his grandmother's house.

Xiang Jingyu Nong, as the Chief Accountant, if she didn't agree, Old Li could only stare.

"Buying an airport..." Dong Wenxue thought for a while, looked at Li Xuewu and said: "The benefit to you is the greatest; the group's industry in Liaodong can stand firm in one move."

"It can stand firm now too."

Li Xuewu smiled indifferently and said: "I've been out for so long, and nothing has happened."

"Are you still going to hide it from me?"

Dong Wenxue glanced at him and said indifferently: "A major safety production accident occurred at the No. 4 blast furnace; my responsibility cannot be escaped."

"Let's base it on the investigation results."

Li Xuewu's voice dropped a bit; when he came out of Steel City, he specifically instructed Yang Zongfang to represent him and the factory to visit the families of the workers who were injured or killed in the accident.

The factory at this time was different from later generations; there were procedures for handling casualties, and there was no need to fix the main person in charge and the actual person in charge, because they couldn't run.

"Sigh—" Dong Wenxue sighed long, truly feeling tired for his work experience in Liaodong.

He couldn't say he was working hard day and night for these three years, but he dared to say he had tried his best.

Bad luck and insufficient ability were much better than squatting in the latrine and not shitting.

However, a safety accident truly occurred, so the comparison was about the same.

Dong Wenxue broke this layer of window gauze with Li Xuewu at this time, taking the initiative to take responsibility, which was a performance of responsibility, and also wanting to protect Li Xuewu.

This was Li Xuewu's first year; he couldn't have such a big problem in his work resume.

Another thing, he was indeed hard to blame.

It wasn't to say how much benefit he got from the engineering project, or how many people he arranged.

Put it this way, what he could know, he absolutely didn't fill his own pockets or appoint people by favoritism.

An accident really occurred, and he was willing to take responsibility, but the current situation was too awkward.

He couldn't explain anything to Li Xuewu, nor could he guarantee anything to Li Xuewu.

Saying too much would hurt the feelings between the two, and not saying anything, there would be a thorn in his heart.

Dong Wenxue was sure that Li Xuewu supported him and trusted him; otherwise, he wouldn't have shelved the internal inspection and focused on the accident investigation.

The situation in the organs was like this; it wasn't something that could be explained clearly in one or two sentences.

Think about how many difficulties he encountered when he first arrived at the Steel City Metallurgical Factory to preside over the work.

On the first day Dong Wenxue took office, he discovered that the organ workers generally existed in the situation of being late for work in the afternoon.

He found the office director, who explained: "Our factory is far from the city center, it's inconvenient to go back and forth, the organ workers go back at noon to cook, and can't rush back before work in the afternoon."

Interesting, right? The Metallurgical Factory had a canteen at that time, and workshop workers ate in the canteen at noon.

Then why didn't the organ workers eat in the canteen, and had to go home to cook? This was too troublesome.

Trouble must have the reason for trouble; the trouble was because the quality of the canteen's meals was hard to describe.

Of course, there was also the reason that the "white-collar" workers didn't want to eat with the "blue-collar" workers.

The Red Star Steel Group's organ uniforms later were white shirts and black pants, and before that, organ cadres liked to wear white shirts, and older ones liked to wear blue coats.

Workshop workers were issued blue cotton work clothes, which looked beautiful and practical.

But between the staff and the workers, the distinction of high and low was distinguished because of the clothing problem.

The staff didn't dare to say it openly, because they were afraid of being beaten, but I don't know when this kind of atmosphere formed, which didn't exist in the group organs.

Dong Wenxue also thought for a long time, and finally put forward an opinion at the factory office meeting:

"Then build an organ canteen, the staff will eat in the canteen at noon, so they don't have to run back and forth?"

Thus, under the care and guidance of Factory Management Committee Director Dong Wenxue, the canteen was built quickly.

Every noon, Director Dong ate with the staff in the canteen, and he was very satisfied.

But after eating for a few days, he discovered a problem: the staff were not very willing to eat with him.

Originally, there was laughter in the organ canteen, but it became quiet as soon as he entered.

Dong Wenxue frowned a bit and asked the office director: "Everyone is avoiding me, what did I not do well?"

The office director said repeatedly: "It's not that you didn't do well, but you eating with everyone, everyone is not used to it, a bit restrained."

Dong Wenxue was seen through by the people below when he first arrived in Steel City, and everyone said he was a softie.

Indeed, the background of the Security Division didn't add even a point of seriousness to his work.

The office director said so, and he really thought about it carefully, and finally said understandingly: "Really didn't expect it, then let's come early and finish eating early tomorrow!"

From this time on, Dong Wenxue entered the canteen half an hour early.

Unexpectedly, after a few days, rumors reached Dong Wenxue's ears, saying that he was worthy of being a leader, even eating was prioritized...

Dong Wenxue couldn't sit still when he heard this, and hurriedly called the office director, saying: "We don't want priority, let's delay, let's eat after everyone has finished eating!"

After this, Dong Wenxue waited for the staff to finish eating before going to the canteen.

But after eating for a few days, there were rumors again, saying that he ate late because he ate something different from everyone else, and the food was special...

Eating with everyone didn't work, eating first didn't work, eating late didn't work either; how should this lunch be eaten?

Dong Wenxue asked the office director, who thought for a long time and squeezed out a sentence: "Leader, why don't you not eat in the unit canteen, and go back to the guesthouse to eat..."

Helplessly, Dong Wenxue could only choose to go back to the guesthouse where he lived at that time to eat at noon.

That was the end of it?

One day, Yang Yuansong, the then-secretary of the Red Star Factory, suddenly called Dong Wenxue and said very seriously: "Some staff reported that your unit built a canteen, but you go back to the guesthouse to eat every day."

"Others can eat in the canteen, why can't you? Don't be detached from the masses..."

Yang Yuansong was also kind at the time; this kind of small matter was the easiest to elevate to the level of principle, and criticizing it seriously was actually protecting Dong Wenxue.

Dong Wenxue was almost sick with anger at the time; he didn't eat, okay?

Fortunately, he didn't do that; otherwise, there would definitely be rumors, saying that he hid in the room every day to eat big fish and meat, enjoying it alone.

Rumors can kill people, and people's hearts don't light lamps.

The influence that can be produced in the organs, he had long learned, Li Xuewu didn't want to say, that was prepared, or verifying his innocence.

At this time, Li Xuewu neither intervened in the investigation nor let him defend himself; the meaning was obvious.

Public is public, private is private.

If Liu Yong Nian really found something in this accident, would his student Li Xuewu investigate him?

This matter really couldn't be guaranteed; if private morality was lacking, Li Xuewu could still pinch his nose to help him.

But if it was a matter of principle, especially a work problem, Li Xuewu would definitely not take action.

No one is willing to bet their future and beliefs for others.

It doesn't work between teacher and student, not to mention such a fragile teacher-student relationship, not to mention husband and wife; how little have he heard in these few years?

What is called seeing true feelings in adversity; in the incident he had in Steel City, Han Shu not turning her face was the greatest tolerance and contribution to him and this family.

Han Shu had never mentioned this matter in these two years, but Dong Wenxue always remembered it, and was also reflecting on himself.

Not only reflection on private morality, but also vigilance and seriousness in work.

"Don't worry about me, if you want to investigate, investigate clearly, it's fairer to everyone."

Dong Wenxue sighed deeply and said: "Such a big accident, someone must stand up and take responsibility."

"Wait and see, I'm also waiting for a call." Li Xuewu said the truth, "My deadline for Liu Yong Nian is before work tomorrow noon."

"If he can't find the problem as soon as possible, then I will pursue his management responsibility."

He spoke very plainly, "If he can find the problem, then please ask the Liaodong supervision to help solve this case."

This was the bottom line given by Li Xuewu, fair and ruthless.

"What the hell is this Ying City?!"

The first sentence Captain Jia said when he walked out of the train carriage carried a thick Jianghu air.

He carried a small bag on his back, and a scraper he had just taken out was tucked in his waist; one look and he wasn't a good person.

Someone asked, wasn't there anyone in charge on the train?

There was, but they didn't dare to manage much, because the heat of middle school students traveling across the country by train hadn't completely disappeared, and the railway workers still had fresh memories.

Another thing, this kid was very quiet after getting on the train, only sitting by the window looking outside.

The passengers sitting with him only dared to peek at him, and didn't dare to look at him or talk to him.

Who knew what kind of background this half-grown kid had; if he got annoyed and jumped up to give you a fork, how much of a loss would that be.

So everyone treated him like stinky dog shit, trying to stay away from him as much as possible, and the carriage was much quieter than other carriages.

Talking about stealing things?

Don't make trouble, thieves only have no money to spend, not no brains; who would dare to provoke such a half-grown kid.

Actually, they didn't know the reality of this kid; Bang Geng was also afraid, don't look at how he boasted to Li Xuewu when he was at home, but he was indeed a bit nervous and confused when he came out alone.

He was afraid that someone would covet his bundle, so he hung the scraper he had secretly brought out on his waist.

This trick was really useful; he didn't need to observe the surroundings, just look at the reflection on the glass.

If you ask him if someone stole his things, would he dare to really take action? This question is really hard to answer.

However, since Bang Geng prepared the scraper, it showed that he had psychological preparation early on.

Anyone who wants to try the performance of a half-grown kid when his head is hot, then he is really at the end of his life.

Prejudice and stubbornness are the most complex and obvious expressions of their age; Bang Geng was still okay, at least he had been beaten by society.

That's right, Li Xuewu was his society.

"Excuse me, don't block the door."

Someone walked past him with a large luggage, shouting in his mouth.

Bang Geng hid the scraper at his waist, and then walked toward the exit with his schoolbag in his arms.

He didn't notice that on his right rear, an old man wearing simple clothes was carrying a luggage bag and walking in the same direction as him.

Nie Lian Sheng also didn't expect that this kid could perform so quietly, and didn't cause even one impulsive thing on the train.

Now only the exit and finding the contact person remained.

It sounded a bit mysterious, but as the passengers got off the platform, there was no mystery, but constipation was possible.

Look at the two idiots holding big signs at the exit; if Bang Geng could get lost, he really didn't have eyes.

"What are you looking at—" One of the people holding the wooden sign glared and scared the big fat kid in front of him: "Go play on the side."

"Where to go? Play what?"

Bang Geng sized the other party up, looked at the fat man who leaned forward to pick him, and said urgently: "I am the person you are waiting for."

"You are Captain Jia?"

The dry and thin tall man looked at Bang Geng suspiciously and asked with a frown: "Coming from Steel City?"

"Nonsense, can I come from Feng City?"

Bang Geng glared at him impatiently, thinking that the organization had no one left, actually using these two shrimp soldiers and crab generals to pick him up.

Look at what these two ghosts are; the one who just talked to him was a dry and thin tall man, looking like he was over 1.8 meters tall, but you could see ribs on his body.

The fat man beside him had to be at least over 200 pounds, and his chin was almost fat and gone.

One fat and one thin, one tall and one short, Bang Geng really couldn't figure out where Seeing Gelin dug up these two freaks.

He looked down on these two people, and these two people looked down on him even more.

The dry and thin one was called Xiao Bai, and the short, thick, and fat one was Er Er Gazi; they were all names in the Jianghu.

Xiao Bai glanced at Er Er Gazi, a bit suspicious of Bang Geng's identity, or was the goods sent wrong above?

This didn't match the "strong support" mentioned on the phone at all; this damn thing was just a kid.

What made the two even more confused was that this monkey kid was really stupid; he would poke you with a sentence in less than three sentences.

"Then let's go, the boss is still waiting."

Xiao Bai gave Er Er Gazi a wink and turned to take Bang Geng away.

Bang Geng didn't feel there was any problem, so he followed them onto the car.

The car was a Red Star Antelope; he had learned a few tricks of reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance from Wu Shu, and deliberately sat in the back seat, holding the scraper in his schoolbag.

This scraper was brought from Beijing, and was specially asked to be hammered out on the factory machinery.

The steel was good steel, hammered powerfully, soft but not soft, hard but not brittle, the only drawback was that it hadn't seen blood.

Bang Geng sat in the back seat, but his gaze was fixed on the ribs of the driver's seat; he had several ways to quickly paralyze the enemy and find time to jump out of the car and escape.

It was a pity that Xiao Bai didn't give him this opportunity; they didn't talk much along the way, and the two weren't familiar with each other.

As for where Er Er Gazi went, Bang Geng really didn't pay attention; his gaze, besides staring at the driver's seat, was to hurry and observe the situation in Ying City.

Don't say, it was very different from the backward situation he recognized; this coastal city possessed vast offshore oil and gas storage.

It was even more one of the gateway cities for Northeast export economy at present; you say it was important or not.

Precisely because it was important, there were quite a few high-rise buildings in Ying City; after all, it opened to trade quite early.

In the early years, there were ports everywhere here, and there were especially many foreigners, and most of the ships docked at the wharf were foreign ships.

Now there were no foreign ships, and the wharves were all rotten and couldn't be used.

"Why isn't Seeing Gelin here?"

Bang Geng still remembered Seeing Gelin; after all, the other party had lived in the courtyard for a long time.

That man who looked like an iron tower, even if the other party was silent, he absolutely didn't lack attention.

Bang Geng once asked his grandmother about Seeing Gelin's height, how to grow tall.

Jia Zhangshi's answer was very simple: be reborn and change a father.

Bang Geng even carefully asked his mother how tall his deceased father was for this.

How could Qin Huairu answer this? People of that era were generally malnourished, not to mention Jia Dongxu who depended on his widowed mother.

The questions of childhood still echoed in his heart; coming to Ying City this time, Wu Shu told him to find Seeing Gelin here, and listen to the other party's instructions on what to do.

He was used to calling Seeing Gelin in the courtyard; after all, the two didn't have much age difference.

You look at Seeing Gelin like a 30-year-old, but actually he was just 18.

You can imagine the picture of being young and having an old-looking face.

When Xi Lin chose to marry Seeing Gelin, Seeing Gelin couldn't even get a marriage certificate with her.

Looking at his face, it was enough, but actually Seeing Gelin was still a child at the time.

Um, Seeing Gelin was only one year older than Bang Geng now, and he really grew up anxiously.

"You have to call him Big Brother here."

Xiao Bai turned his head and stared at this fat kid, reminding: "Your family adults taught you politeness, right?"

"Why don't you teach me now?"

Bang Geng saw that his words were unkind, took his hand out of the schoolbag, and a bit of sharpness stung Xiao Bai's eyes.

This fat kid was really a bastard; he would start doing it if a sentence didn't match?

Was this the "strong support" mentioned above?

I haven't seen any reinforcements, and there's no sign of any powerful support either; the only thing we've got is a hot-headed rookie.

"Can't understand human speech, right?"

Xiao Bai hugged the jacket on his body, revealing the pistol stuck at his waist, reminding Bang Geng: "You are still too young to play tough with me."

"Hehe, I dare to stab you, do you dare to shoot me?"

Bang Geng raised the scraper in his hand indifferently and challenged: "Say sorry, say you were wrong."

"Damn—" Xiao Bai had been a bastard in Ji City for several years, and didn't expect to meet a bastard who was more of a bastard than he was back then.

"Fine, kid, you wait."

Xiao Bai nodded with a smile, but looked at him a few more times; he understood the meaning above a bit.

This reckless kid was really a living target; it was just that he didn't know if he could lure the snake out of the hole.

"What are you doing here?"

The honest voice sounded from behind; Bang Geng was just about to move to stab the dry and thin one in front, but suddenly felt his hand being gripped. Then it was a pain, and the scraper in his hand also fell to the ground.

Looking back suddenly, he saw the figure like an iron tower he saw when he was a child standing behind him.

Actually, looking at it now, the iron tower was quite a bit shorter; he had grown tall in these few years.

"Seeing Gelin? I'm here to support you."

Bang Geng boasted: "Wu Shu asked me to come, saying you encountered difficulties here."

"You are the first difficulty I encountered here." Seeing Gelin let go of his hand, curled his lips and asked: "What are you doing in Ying City? Isn't it good to study and learn well?"

"Do you understand combining theory with practice?"

Bang Geng didn't give in at all, curled his lips and emphasized: "I'm here to practice."

"Already the captain of the Steel City Hero Guerrilla Team, still need to practice?"

Seeing Gelin said this, turned around and entered a not-small courtyard.

Bang Geng was embarrassed on the spot; he was very sure who passed this joke over.

Wu Shu was really something; was this joke of his known by all the Northeasterners?

When he used this name, he regretted it a bit; it was those few little brothers who insisted on using it.

"Captain Jia, please—"

Xiao Bai smiled and raised his hand to make a gesture of invitation, indicating he could go in.

Bang Geng glared, picked up the scraper from the ground and rushed forward, wanting to give him a hit.

Xiao Bai had good skills, gripped the arm Bang Geng poked over, and took him to the side.

It was just that Bang Geng didn't use any force at all from beginning to end; he never thought about stabbing the other party.

He was young, but not stupid.

Everyone was a hero of Liangshan; bullying one's own people wasn't losing Wu Shu's face.

However, just arriving, if he wasn't fierce, wouldn't he be looked down upon, and then lose Wu Shu's face even more.

So he scared Xiao Bai to grab his arm, but Bang Geng stomped his foot hard, just stepping on Xiao Bai's foot.

"Roar—"

Hee hee? Not hee hee—

Xiao Bai couldn't care about dragging him, and fanned to one side with a red face.

Fourteen years old, 101-pound little fat kid, what does it feel like to stomp on your foot hard?

Want to kill the other party!

Xiao Bai was really stepped on in pain; this kid had no sense of weight, but his heart wasn't small.

Watching the bad kid walk into the courtyard, Er Er Gazi, who had just returned after picking someone up, laughed: "Yo, Bai, you can dance the single-leg dance—"

"I'll dance your grandfather—"

Xiao Bai's foot pain eased a bit, rolled his eyes and said: "You take that kid in the afternoon."

"Hehehe—" Er Er Gazi laughed wickedly and asked: "Why didn't he kick your crotch."

"Don't gloat either, you have your share." Xiao Bai tested his right foot, stood up and went into the house; of course, it wasn't to find that kid to settle accounts, Seeing Gelin was back, and there must be something to say.

"The target can basically be determined, but things must be done perfectly, with reason and evidence."

Seeing Gelin introduced while sitting in front of the square table: "Sister Zhou's order is that saving Xi Yong Zhong is urgent."

"Now divide the work."

After briefly introducing the investigation situation, Seeing Gelin said concisely: "Starting in the afternoon, you two send one person to take him to get familiar with the environment."

"The other one help me watch the wharf."

"I'll go to the wharf, let Er Gazi take him to get familiar with the environment; after all, Er Gazi is more familiar with this place."

Xiao Bai, who had had enough of the bear kid, was quite active; usually, no one wanted to do this kind of watching, but today he was active and positive.

"I don't care, it's just that I don't know if he will follow me."

Er Er Gazi smiled, looked at Bang Geng and asked: "Can you drive?"

"Are you asking if I can drive a train?"

Bang Geng curled his lips, looked at him and replied indifferently.

Er Er Gazi's eyes lit up, and he asked: "Can you drive a train?"

"No—" Bang Geng still had that annoying expression, saying: "I'm only 14, where would I learn to drive a train? Are you stupid?"

"... I damn..."

Er Er Gazi was speechless for a moment, looking at Xiao Bai who was secretly laughing, his heart was even more angry.

"If you can't drive, why ask."

He stared at Bang Geng and said: "I'm asking if you can drive a car."

"Why didn't you ask clearly."

Bang Geng fought back, learned his glare and said: "I know what you mean, there are many cars, do I have to know how to drive every one?"

"You mean you know how to drive a car?" Er Er Gazi raised his eyebrows and asked.

"No, I'm only 14 years old, where would I learn to drive a car? Why do you always ask such stupid questions."

Bang Geng turned his head, looked at Seeing Gelin and asked: "Where did you scrape this idiot from? He doesn't seem smart at all."

"Cool cool cool—" Xiao Bai endured it painfully, watching Er Er Gazi's face turn red, and finally couldn't help it, laughing loudly, "Hahahaha—"

Seeing Gelin's eyebrows jumped, internally agreeing with Li Xuewu's arrangement; this kid was indeed very capable of attracting firepower.

As the saying goes, children of this age, even dogs don't bother with them.

It's just that this kid's power to make people hate him is a bit big; won't he be shot by a dark gun?

"Alright, take action."

What else could Seeing Gelin say? Say he brought two idiots from Ji City? Can't fool a child?

"Let's go, smart person."

Er Er Gazi's mood adjusted quite quickly; if it weren't for his good brother Xiao Bai laughing on the side, he could have recovered even faster.

He didn't want to say even one sentence to this kid now, just like he could endure until the evening to beat Xiao Bai, he could endure not beating this bad kid.

Bang Geng didn't care, put down the schoolbag on his body, and inserted the scraper in his hand into the leather case at his waist.

Er Er Gazi looked at his movements, but didn't say anything; such sophisticated equipment was actually in the hands of a child.

Of course, looking at the equipment, one could know where this bad kid came from.

Basically, there is no use of this thing in the Northeast; the bayonet on the Type 38 rifle is easier to use. ===== CHAPTER 1459 =====