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

Chapter 61 Is there a key?

As soon as these words came out, the exhibition hall fell into silence.

There is a kind of person in this world, commonly known as a bitch, who likes to make other people happy when they are happy. If you meet this kind of person, stay away.

But I never expected that at such a large exhibition, there would be a person jumping out to spoil the fun?

against?

Target a ball!

The people in the audience are angry. If you have no problem and no job, you can start a live broadcast and bite the lighter!
What are you doing here?
"Come down! Will you ask questions?"

"Did your parents ever teach you what education is?"

"You have no problem, just let others go!"

"Don't stand there!"

However, amidst the noise, this woman actually showed an expression of enjoyment!

He seems to enjoy the feeling of being discussed!

Seeing this scene, the people in the audience were even more furious.

"Bite the lighter, please, sister! You don't want to be in the limelight here!"

"Learn something good! How can you learn all this?"

"Don't waste time! Okay? We're all waiting for the draw!"

Mo Yu looked curiously at Zhang Zhong. Zhang Zhong shook his head and said silently with his lips: It's not a favor!

With a smile on his face, Mo Yu reached out to take the microphone next to him, tapped it gently to confirm that the sound was connected, and then asked with a smile: "Why do you think this plane is targeting them?"

"The Trident arsenal ship released by the American Navy is just something on the PPT!"

"And this plane has already landed!"

"And it has been reviewed by Mr. Santos and Mr. Falson! It is a successful product!"

"Targeted? No need!"

The first question was resolved, and the woman did not flinch. She asked again in a clear voice: "If it wasn't targeted? Then why did it appear a month behind the America arsenal?"

"Was it planned in advance? Or did it happen by chance?"

"If so, does that mean we're ready to start a new arms race?"

"If a new round of arms race starts, how can we protect this fragile world?"

"You know, humans only have one Blue Star!"

silence.

These words were like a whisper from Galen, silent and guarded, leaving everyone present speechless.

You have said both good and bad things, what else will others say?
After a long silence, Mo Yu brought the microphone to his mouth, smiled and replied softly: "This airplane was designed a long time ago!"

"It was the same as the previous ship. It was just released at the right time."

"Actually, you should go to America and ask them why they released the arsenal ship after our fishing boat was launched! Or a PPT!"

"You said it's specific, can I only say that it needs a key?"

Women have also heard this Internet slang. The moment they heard it, their faces turned red.

Before she could speak, Mo Yu's words came to her like a barrage of words.

"By the way, you don't even have the money for a plane ticket to America, do you?"

"No way, right? Are you really convinced by what I said?"

"Then can you understand what they say and translate them accurately?"

As soon as these words came out, the woman's face instantly turned red from her neck to her forehead, and her eyes became evasive, as if she was ready to run away at any moment.

Catching this scene, Mo Yu couldn't help but take a half step back and questioned: "Isn't it right? I really don't understand?"

"Is the self-media so good? If you are so good, you probably won't be able to get in even if you pass by!"

"With such a mess, you might as well get the keys!"

The last sentence was like the straw that broke the camel's back.

The woman's tears burst out.

The staff next to her quickly took her down, leaving the stage to Mo Yu.

Putting the microphone to his mouth, Mo Yu said loudly:
"I know that your heart is not with me today! I don't expect your heart either!"

"I announce! The drawing begins!" "There are two kinds of lots!"

"Golden visa, in order, go through security check and take the plane!"

"Silver sign, later in the afternoon, there will be a joint drill between the coast guard and fishermen to deal with emergencies at sea!"

"You're going to be on that fishing boat!"

"Now! The drawing begins!"

Along with the sound of words, a dozen staff members walked out from behind the stage, holding a sealed jar in their hands.

The people maintaining order quickly divided the team into more than a dozen columns, and the drawing of lots officially began.

There were a lot of people in front of the stage, those at the back were pushing forward, and those in the front didn't want to move.

Because they are praying for the blessings of gods and Buddhas in the sky.

Borrowing all the luck of his eighteen generations, the middle-aged man at the front of the line stretched out his hand towards the jar.

With his eyes closed tightly, he plucked wildly at the jar with his right hand, and finally grabbed a ball and jerked it out.

His eyes opened suddenly.

A touch of gold came into view.

The thumb-sized ball shone golden under the light.

It’s a golden lot!
The middle-aged man turned around and raised the golden ball in his hand, "Haha! I won! I won!"

"Damn thing! What did you hit?" The person in second place slapped the middle-aged man away and grabbed the jar decisively.

It's a white ball!
"unlucky!"

Then, he saw the staff take the golden ball back from the middle-aged man and put it into the jar.

Shake it.

In an instant, the man's mind turned around.

"Just one gold ball and one silver ball?"

The staff nodded, then shook their heads, "One gold ball, five silver balls!"

"Gan!"

The drawing of lots was carried out in an orderly manner, and Mo Yu, led by Zhang Zhong, left from the back of the stage.

Take the shuttle bus to the seaside pier.

On the deck of Nanyu AE86F, Long Aotian was wearing old-fashioned navy clothes and wearing his iconic smile, silently looking at the group of people in front of him.

The boss of the Equipment Corporation, a rich man from Chalombas...

Long Fan was beside him, smiling stiffly.

"Third brother! Smile more naturally, it's all about the relationship! It's all about the eyes!"

"You have to thank Commander Mo! If it weren't for him, would you be able to see these people?"

"Did you see the one in the white turban? We paid a billion to move around, but they just paid for it!"

"Can these people greet you in the past? Be more enthusiastic later! If something happens in the future, maybe these big guys can help!"

"It can save lives at critical moments!"

"Smile more naturally!" He warned his son again, and Long Aotian walked slowly towards the crowd.

After lightly patting his face a few times to relieve the stiff muscles on his face, Long Fan asked in a low voice: "By the way, will our ship cooperate with the Coast Guard in the future?"

It happened that the people in front were taking the lead in applauding, and Long Aotian also followed suit.

Amidst the applause, he responded in a low voice: "What's the point of cooperating?"

"You know, how many people want to cooperate, but they don't have a chance!"

"Hey -" Long Fan sighed softly. He could understand these things, but the young man was angry.

I don't want to touch these twists and turns.

But after taking a look at the big guys in front of him, he could only bury these thoughts in his heart.

If only I could have a useful brain like Mo Yu!
Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao.

A head popped up next to the gangway.

It's Mo Yu.

(End of this chapter)