A 30,000-ton destroyer, you say it’s a fishing boat?

Chapter 60 Fan Meeting!
This sentence made Qian Yun break his guard. He threw the tablet on the seat and leaned on the back of the chair to keep rubbing his temples.

"Forget it, leave him alone! Go back and sleep for two hours, we have something to do tomorrow morning!"

On the other side, Mo Yu brought the freshly baked and sizzling barbecue to the camera, took a feint, stuffed it directly into his mouth, and said vaguely:
"It is said that the mutton is sent from the northwest, and it doesn't taste bad at all!"

"Have any brothers from the northwest come forward to speak out?"

As he spoke, another skewer of mutton dangled from the camera and fell into his mouth.

Regarding his bad behavior, the netizens in the live broadcast room gave him the highest courtesy!
——"Middle finger.jpg, if you eat alone, be careful!"

——"I can't get it during the day, and I can't escape at night. I'm so hungry! Is there anyone who wants to V me 50?"

——"No, didn't I hear that pilots have very strict dietary requirements? Why are you still grilling people in the middle of the night?"

——"He is not a pilot, he is the chief designer! Not to mention he is doing barbecue right now, even if he wants to drink while flying, he has to get used to it!"

——"Brother, tell me the truth, is that thing a bomber?"

——"How can you ask this kind of thing? If you think it is, then it is, and if you think it is not, then it is not!"

——"Forget it! I have set off now and should be able to arrive before the park opens at 08:30 in the morning!"

——"Don't go, the video sent back by the reporter on the scene shows that the queue is already full!"

——"Gan!"

——"Brother! Can you set a small precedent and postpone the flight time?"

Putting another mutton skewer into his mouth, Mo Yu happened to see this barrage, nodded his head at the camera, and responded vaguely:

"I'll give it a try, it depends on whether it succeeds or not!"

——"Brother is mighty! I will come to see you tomorrow!"

Slide your finger and click on the live broadcast gift details. There are only a few pitiful little red flowers in it!
Gan!
Cursing in his mind, Mo Yu turned off the live broadcast, opened the system panel, and checked the construction value gained today.

From noon to now, about 15 hours, a full 6120 million construction value has been harvested.

And the rest of the construction value acquisition information is still flooding the screen like crazy!
There should be more build values ​​at tomorrow’s fan meeting!
"Moshu! I'm going to bed first! Come on slowly!"

Next to the barbecue, Mo Shu, who was wearing an apron, heard this and yelled: "Is this the VIP position of the air show you little bastard said?"

"Let me be a bartender on the plane and a barbecue chef in the hotel?"

The next second, Mo Yu's reply sounded: "The village chief didn't even say anything, you're just complaining!"

Recalling the scene where the village chief happily took Erguotou and drank it down, Mo Shu cursed again.

"The village chief is already drunk! If someone drinks rice wine, give me a glass of Erguotou!"

"You are brother!"

Amidst the scolding, Mo Yu had disappeared into the shadows.

…………

At 7:45 in the morning, the disciples who closed the door at the exhibition were late. Looking at the crowd of people in front of the door, they couldn't help but feel a thump in their hearts.

He grabbed the walkie-talkie and quickly called for backup.

"Hey! Are you sure the tickets are not oversold?"

"no!"

"What's going on with the tens of thousands of people at the door?"

"Those with tickets will be let in, those without tickets will not be let in, it's that simple!"

"So how many tickets did you sell?"

"From today to the day after tomorrow, all [-] tickets per day have been sold! Come on!"

"Thunder Lou Lou!"

After hanging up the intercom and closing the door, the disciple straightened his clothes and walked towards the door as if he were dead.

Behind him is the person in charge of security. "Everyone, line up! Don't mess up! Don't panic! Cooperate with the security check, it will be soon!"

Two people stood in front and let people in in batches, in groups of five. After the previous inspection was completed, people were let in.

Soon, they become numb.

Because you can’t see the end from behind!
At nine o'clock in the morning, Mo Yu, who put on light makeup, followed Zhang Zhong and walked onto the stage that was set up.

Under the stage, there are densely packed heads. The white lights are shining on them, reflecting and seeping into people.

After waving to the people in the audience, the fan meeting officially began.

"Hello everyone! I am Zhang Zhong from the Strategic Deception Bureau! The person next to me is Mr. Mo Yu, the chief designer of Nanyu AE86F and TU-59B!"

"I will use the booth today to hold a small fan meeting for everyone here!"

"Isn't everyone happy?"

"Happy!" The people in the audience shouted in unison, like a roaring mountain and a tsunami.

"Then, let's officially start today's meeting now. If you have any questions, you can ask them!"

After Zhang Zhong finished speaking, the person assigned at the front immediately raised his hand, and Zhang Zhong took advantage of the opportunity to click on him.

The fake fan quickly climbed onto the stage, bowed deeply to Mo Yu, and asked softly: "Excuse me, boss, why did you think of building the Nanyu AE86F boat at that time?"

Under the attention of everyone, Mo Yu said calmly, "Because someone wants a boat, so I build a boat. It's that simple!"

"In the end, I got the design fee and processing fee, Tengyue Group got the ship, the local area got the GDP, and the tax got the tax revenue. Win-win!"

"Any question?"

"We can't figure out what the boss is thinking! No more!" The fake fan shook his head and walked off the stage with a satisfied look on his face, like a monk who had completed his pilgrimage.

Zhang Zhong saw all this and quietly leaned back on the chair, complaining in his heart.

The traces of interpretation are too heavy!
The first person walked away, and before Zhang Zhong could call him, the second fan rushed onto the stage with a single stride.

"Boss! I'm not paying attention to you! But I want to ask, are this plane and the ship docked at the seaside made by our own equipment?"

The person who asked the question had tears in his eyes, and there was a school badge hanging on the left chest of his clothes.

Macheng University of Mechanical Engineering.

Looking the man up and down, Mo Yu found that he was young and had a flickering light in his eyes.

Professional victims of sinkholes!It should be the eve of graduation!
With a smile on his lips, Mo Yu nodded lightly, "It's all his own equipment, not to mention that many of the equipment that are used to manufacture these two big guys are simply unavailable!"

"So, it's all our own equipment!"

After getting the answer, the young man straightened his body and bowed to Mo Yu.

"Boss! Thank you. After hearing your words, I think our machinery industry is not a trap! Thank you!"

Before Mo Yu could say the rest of the words, he turned around and walked towards the stage, his body straight like a javelin, and even his temperament changed.

On the seat, Mo Yu opened his mouth, but couldn't say the rest of the words.

He wanted to say that the mechanical major was a sinkhole, and the best way to get out of it as soon as possible!

The next fan has already been put up by the staff.

She is a well-groomed girl.

There is a microphone hanging on the delicate collarbone, and there is also an action camera for shooting video.

Looks like a professional.

When she came to stand in front of the two people, the girl nodded slightly, then turned around, put her right hand on her chest, and bowed to the people in the audience.

After doing this, she turned around and asked arrogantly: "Mr. Mo Yu, is this plane a response to America's arsenal ship? Do we need to create such a spectacle?"

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