Rebirth of the Military Industrial Overlord

Wu Daguan did not rush to answer the questions of Little Hawke and Hook, but asked an inexplicable question: "Mr. Hawke, you should be considered a son of your father’s inheritance. Depending on your age, at least I have been immersed in the aviation industry for more than 20 years, so I ask you, do you know anyone alone?"

"Who?" Little Hawke asked alertly.

"Zhang Zhenzhong."

"Zhang Zhenzhong? Did you mean the Chinese vice president of the McDonnell Douglas company?"

"Yes, I'm talking about this person."

"I haven't met him, but I have heard of his name. I must say that in the field of aviation industry, based on the information I have learned, most people have a very good opinion of this person's ability. high."

Wu Daguan said: "Yes, from the information I have learned so far, it is similar to everyone's Mr. Hawke's evaluation, but this is the last question."

"why?"

"Because this very capable person is now standing in the camp of your competitors."

"You mean, this Zhang Zhenzhong is the core figure who promoted China's procurement of the "McDonnell Douglas 82" production line?"

"Yes, and because of his Chinese identity, he has been universally recognized in China, and it is more convenient to speak and do things. As a result, he has gained a lot of friendship from the upper class. Mr. Hawke, Mr. Hook, you are all smart The businessman, should understand what I mean."

Sir Hooker can be said to be the first person in the Western world to make a big deal with China. Of course he understood what he said. Then he gave Wu Daguan a meaningful look, and then turned to Little Hawke to see if he had any understanding.

Little Hawke cursed in a low voice: "Damn the Americans." Then he asked: "Then, Mr. Wu, do you think it is possible for us to participate in this business competition now, and what can be done? Can you win?"

Hook immediately added fuel and jealousy to the side: "Wu, we are old friends for many years. If you can do your best to facilitate this transaction, then, whether it is from the public or private aspects, what requirements do you have? Anything can be proposed, and as long as we can do it, we can promise you."

He especially said the words "privately" very slowly, for fear that the other party would not hear it clearly.

Wu Daguan smiled, ignoring Hook’s suggestion, but pretending to think about it, and then said: "Mr. Little Hawke, Mr. Hook, you know, my mission this time was to understand your sales." "Trident" production line, but now the situation has changed a little, so I need to reorganize these things and submit a report upwards. Of course, as an old friend of Sir Hook, I can report on my report. There are some suggestions in this article. As for the content of this suggestion...

Little Hawke immediately replied: "Of course it must be related to "BAC1-11-700"!"

"So, how should I write this related report? Or, what can Mr. Hawke have that can make me impress the preferential terms of the leaders above?"

Wu Daguan asked with a smile, and said with puns: "Sir Hook does not deal with China, we should know that without real interests, it is not easy to impress those people."

Little Hawke just wanted to say something, but Sir Hook pulled his clothes corner in secret. He suddenly woke up and swallowed the conditions he wanted to blurt out. Then he gritted his teeth and said, "Wu, I didn’t prepare today. Well, you will wait for me for three days. After three days, I will come to you with Sir Hook, and I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer."

Wu Daguan responded with a smile, "Okay, no problem. I'll just wait for the good news in this hotel. I can also visit the Van Paul Airshow. Speaking of which, I haven't seen it for several years. , Mr. Hawke, Sir Hook, you talk slowly, and I will leave and go back to the room. Alas, after all, I’m getting older. Jet lag is a hard thing."

He stood up and swayed towards the door of the room. Little Hawke and Sir Hooker were polite, and of course they had to stand up to see him off, and when he walked to the door, he was about to open the door, but it seemed Thinking of something, he turned his head and reminded: "Sir Hook, I have to remind you of one thing, this business, but with "Hung Kong Aviation Technology Co., Ltd. HATC", the ultimate customer is not China?"

After sending Wu Daguan away, Little Hawke did not rush to leave, but grabbed Hook and asked urgently: "Hook, what does the last sentence of Mr. Wu mean?"

...

Where am I? Am i dead? If I did die, I must be in hell, right?

Johansson thought so and slowly opened his eyes.

The intense light immediately filled his pupils, making him squint his eyes, and then he heard a voice saying coldly: "Well, he is awake."

Another voice followed: "Then, let's start."

He subconsciously wanted to struggle, but found that he was tightly tied to a bed, and following the command of a voice after that, he found that his head was gradually lifted up, and his vision gradually returned to normal. He turned his head laboriously and finally saw his environment clearly.

This is a small room, airtight on all sides. There is a big lamp hanging from the roof. The light is very dazzling. Several people are staring at him and looking up and down. These people are all wearing surgical gowns in the hospital. Holding the shimmering equipment, and strangely enough, none of these people showed their faces, but they wore a big gas mask on their faces!

What is this going to do?

Johnson felt that it was not good. Although he could not see the eyes of these people, his instinct still told him that his situation was not good, very bad!

He tried to struggle, but the massive blood loss after being shot made his movements slow and weak. His tightly bound body seemed to not obey his command at all. He cried out in horror: "What are you going to do, what are you doing! Do you want me? Vivisection? If you do this, you will go to hell. I swear, you will go to hell!"

A soft female voice came softly: "No, Mr. Johnson, you were shot, and we are about to operate on you to save your life. This is a noble act that God must praise, so you can’t curse like this. Let's, come, **** this first, so you won't feel pain during the operation."

As he said, his mouth and nose were covered by a respirator, and a slightly sweet gas that had never been smelled penetrated into his mouth and nose.

"No, no..." Johnsser struggled hard, but the gas still stubbornly entered his lungs with his breath, and then he felt that he gradually lost control of his body.

"Fak, what did you smoke for me? Hahahahaha, what the **** did you smoke, hahahahaha..."

The soft voice sounded again: "Sir, this is laughing gas. You know, our supply of supplies in northern Myanmar is not sufficient, so we can only use this simple method to numb you, but please rest assured, although there will be some A little bit of discomfort, but I promise you will not feel pain during the operation."

"Laughing gas? Fak, what is that? My god, hahahahaha, Fak, you opened my stomach, hahahahaha, all the intestines were taken out, hahahahaha, Fak, Fak , You are all demons, God will punish you, hahahahaha, Fak, you will all go to hell, hahahahaha..."