Reborn South Africa as a police officer

Chapter 1998 The little padded jacket with a black heart

If Heydrich insists on returning to Germany, then I am afraid that only Anne can go with Heydrich. The children's careers are in southern Africa. For their future and for the education of the third generation, Heydrich will not let them leave southern africa.

Heydrich even wanted to keep Anne in Nyasaland if he could.

Anne will definitely not leave Heydrich, no matter where Heydrich goes, Anne will stay by Heydrich's side.

"Grandpa, are you leaving us?" Anya's big eyes were filled with tears, and Heydrich instantly broke his defense, his heart aching as if being tightly clenched.

"Grandpa, don't go, don't leave us, I will miss you—" Bill struggled to the ground, hugging Heydrich's leg and begged.

Heydrich was in tears, unable to speak a word.

The next day, Retief, general manager of Nyasaran Airlines, and Jackson, president of the Southern African Aviation Federation, visited Heydrich's home.

"Mr. President, Mr. General Manager, good morning—" Heydrich's expression was haggard, his eyes were bloodshot, his body smelled of smoke, and he was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday. He probably didn't sleep all night.

"Klaus, Klaus, my old friend, look at you, you can't punish yourself like this." Retief's face was full of worry, Heydrich's value to Nyasaland Airlines was no less than Retief, the general manager.

As for the general manager, another person can do just as well. After all, it is Nyasaran Airlines.

As a top expert in the aviation field, Heydrich's knowledge and experience are undoubtedly extremely valuable. After returning to Germany, Heydrich will become the most honored guest.

"Mr. General Manager, I'm sorry—" Heydrich was sorry. Southern African companies really have nothing to say about the treatment of technical talents.

"No no no, Klaus, my old friend, you don't need to apologize, we've known each other for almost 30 years, no matter what decision you make, I can understand, you didn't do anything wrong—" Retief comforted him with gentle words, and he said the same thing, making Heydrich even more sad.

"Klaus, the last time we met was two years ago. At that time, you swore that you would defeat Miller and become the chief designer of 'Storm'. Have you forgotten?" After that, the next-generation fighter jet has begun pre-research, and the tentative code name is "Storm".

Scientific research in southern Africa advocates "production generation, trial production generation, and pre-research generation". Now the main force of the air force is "Gust", which has begun to enter the trial production stage. After being relatively mature, the "Gust" will replace the "Gust" and become the main fighter of the Southern African Air Force.

As for the pre-research work of "Storm", it has been gradually started, because of someone's "Gold Finger", "Storm" may also be the last generation of propeller fighter jets in southern Africa, and the next generation will definitely be jet fighters.

Of course, the emergence of jet fighters does not mean that propeller aircraft will completely withdraw from the stage of history. Propeller aircraft have advantages that jet aircraft cannot replace in many fields, and the two types of aircraft may coexist for a long time.

"I'm sorry, Mr. President, I'm old now—" Heydrich was disheartened. The improvement of "Wind" should be Heydrich's last swan song in southern Africa.

Heydrich's experience is indeed valuable for Germany, but it is not so indispensable for southern Africa.

The technological field in southern Africa is changing rapidly, as is the change of talents. Experience is important, but thinking like a powerful and unconstrained style is more important. Heydrich will never be able to propose something like "a long-range intelligent unmanned bomber that can take off and land vertically on an aircraft carrier." "Project, although this project has now become a big pit for the southern African military to stop.

"No no no, Klaus, you are not old at all, you are still the most important chief designer of our Nyasaran Air, maybe you don't know it, you are going to become a rich man, the group has decided, the design you designed 'Gallery' will be sold under the code name of 'Rafale'. For every one sold, you will get a bonus of no less than 50 rand. Don't be too small my old friend, this is within my purview, I can fight for the best interests for you." Retief was beaming, as for airplanes, once an agreement is reached, at least one or two hundred will start, maybe thousands of them.

One hundred is five thousand, and if there are thousands, Heydrich will send it.

Heinrich smiled wryly. Nyasaran Air did not treat them badly as technical experts. Heydrich's annual salary was about 1500 rand, which was the highest level in southern Africa, enough for Heydrich's family to spend.

In fact, the Heydrich family can’t spend too much money on weekdays. The children all have jobs. The benefits of Nyasaland Airlines must be excellent. The old couple can't finish the food, and too much money is actually meaningless to Heydrich.

Of course, this money was not given to Heydrich alone, and Heydrich would share it with all team members later.

However, Heydrich, as the chief designer, must be taking the lead, and it is not too much to divide a plane into ten or twenty.

"I have included your name in the honor list of the federal government this year. You have made outstanding contributions to the aviation industry in Southern Africa. You deserve it." Jackson and Retief, one offered the honor, and the other Send money, and return to Germany with such a good treatment?
"Tea, please—" Annie brought the tea, and Retief and Jackson got up to thank them.

"Thank you, Annie, you are still so beautiful and elegant—" Retief was no stranger to Annie, a man's mouth, who left for half his life and came back as a teenager.

"Thank you—" Annie accepted all the orders, and quietly gave Retief and Jackson a look of please continue to cheer.

Retief and Jackson didn't speak, and there was joy in their eyes.

There is a door!

"Mr. President, thank you for your nomination, I deserve it—" Heydrich was in a state of disarray. What he gave was not money or honor, but a debt.

It is easy to repay the money owed, but it is difficult to repay the debt of favor.

Ding-dong-

The doorbell rang again.

Anne went to answer the door. This time, it was Wang Ran, Secretary-General of the Nyasaland State Government, and Dewey, Director of the Second Division of the Air Force Command of the Southern African Ministry of National Defense.

"Mr. General Manager, Mr. President, you are here too—" Wang Ran greeted everyone familiarly.

"Secretary Wang, Director Du, good morning—" Retief has long been accustomed to the way Chinese people address him.

Pronunciation is pretty standard.

After greetings and taking their seats, although Wang Ran and Dewey didn't speak, Heydrich naturally knew the purpose of their visit.

No need to ask, it must be for returning to Germany.

Just as Annie was about to make tea, the doorbell rang again. Lao Hai's house was so lively today.

This time it was the youngest daughter Sophia who was studying at Nyasaland University.

"Mom, why did Dad go back to Germany? Why didn't you stop him?" Sophia yelled as soon as she entered the door, not even noticing that there were guests at home.

The villa has a large area and a large living room. After entering the door, there is a porch, and it takes a few steps to enter the living room.

"Where is your father, you know—" Annie was calm and calm, and she had great expectations for the little padded jacket.

"No, I will never allow it. If he wants to go back to Germany, then I will drop out of Nyasaland University and go back with him." If the little padded jacket is not a threat, then it is a black heart.

Then the little padded jacket blushed a lot from the expectant eyes in the living room.

"Sophia, my little baby, you are about to graduate—" Retief smiled.

Don't get me wrong, Retief hugged Sofia when she was a child, so it's normal for Retief to call Sofia "little baby".

"I'll be graduating next year—" Sophia instantly transformed into a good girl, that's right.

"Great, I have already reserved a position for you at Nyasaran Airlines, come to me directly and work in my office." Retief probably meant to let Sophia become his secretary.

Don't get me wrong, in southern Africa, the position of secretary is a secretary.

"I'm studying in medical school—" Sophia's face instantly collapsed. She didn't even know Sophia's occupation, so she must be completely blamed.

"I know, my president's office also has a position in charge of the group's affiliated hospitals, just for you." Retief didn't change his face, a large group with tens of thousands of people, affiliated hospitals and schools are all standard equipment.

"Thank you—" Sophia came directly to Heydrich and sat down.

Heydrich managed to give Sophia a smile.

Sophia didn't speak, and looked straight at Heydrich.

Annie didn't speak, and also looked straight at Heydrich.

Jackson looked expectant.

Wang Ran and Dewey looked at a loss, we didn't even get a line, so it's over?

Retief opened his mouth, and finally let out a long sigh.

What else can I say, everything that needs to be said has been said, if Heydrich still insists on going back to Germany, then no one can do anything about it.

"I'm sorry to have caused you so much trouble—" Heydrich said with difficulty.

Everyone's expression suddenly became solemn, this is not a good start.

"I know that some of my actions have caused you a lot of trouble. I'm sorry, I didn't think carefully—" Heydrich lowered his head, put his fingers together, and put his elbows on his legs, his voice was low.

Sofia gently took Heydrich's arm.

Anne came to the other side of Heydrich and sat on the wide arm of the sofa.

"Okay, let me just say it straight. I didn't think it through carefully. I will reconsider this issue. Please give me some time." Heydrich smiled bitterly. He really couldn't let go of everything in southern Africa.

Germany is Heydrich's hometown again, and Heydrich's family, friends, and career are all in southern Africa.

"Great Klaus, this is the most correct decision you have made since I met you!" Retief clapped his hands and laughed, Jackson, Wang Ran, and Dewey were all applauding.

"Dad, you will always be my pride—" Sophia's eyes were bright, not only with joy, but also with gratitude.

ps: It's three o'clock, and you have to have the attitude of asking for a ticket if you ask for a ticket. Isn't this posture correct enough--in other words

(End of this chapter)