I did one thing to the extreme

Chapter 133

A set of international news: "The Fran military base in the free country lost three F22 stealth fighters and one B21 strategic bomber one after another."

Netizens in Longguo laughed brightly after reading this news, and commented:

"Both F22 and B21 can be lost, it's so fucking magical, even more magical than magic realism"

"Laugh! Why didn't you lose your head, hahaha"

"Will the destroyers parked in the port be lost in a few days?"

There are still some differences in the content of the reports in the media of various countries, some are "lost", some are "disappeared", and very few are "F22 and B21 were sold by the top officials of the military base".

Anyway, it's a lot of talk, Free Country doesn't seem to see it, and it doesn't come out to explain.

All kinds of experts and self-media practitioners also came out one after another to gain popularity and earn money.

Shangjing Inner Ring.

In a simple courtyard, two elderly people sat facing each other, and a chess game was placed on a stone table in the middle.

"Do you think it will be Wang Liang?"

"Wang Liang!" The old man sitting on the right said after pondering for a moment, "Xiao Wu, please contact Shen Kuo."

"Yes"

A capable young man standing not far from the two old men walked into the room quickly.

Wang Liang was sitting in the cabin of a B21 strategic bomber to experience the feeling of being a pilot. Zhang Dong suddenly walked into the main factory area and said, "Your other mobile phone is ringing."

"Annoying! Can't you let me be a pilot quietly for a while?"

Back in the office building, I took out my mobile phone from the shoe box under the bed, glanced at the caller ID, and just picked it up, before he could speak, an urgent voice came out of the receiver, "Mr. Wang, excuse me, excuse me one thing".

"what's up?"

"Is the F22 stealth fighter and B21 strategic bomber lost by Free State related to you?"

Wang Liang really wanted to say that it has nothing to do with me, but since people have called him to ask him, he must have some clues, otherwise he would not make this call, and if he talks nonsense, he will lose face. After thinking about it , asked: "How did you know that Free State lost F22 and B21?".

After hearing these words, Shen Kuo was a little dazed. The whole world knew about it. How could Wang Liang, the person involved, not know about it? Could it be that he didn't do it?
Impossible, this kind of bizarre event, and only he can do it.

After pondering for a moment, he said: "Now the media from all over the world are reporting this matter, and the news about this matter is overwhelming on the Internet. Let me ask if it is related to you."

"Ah?" Wang Liang was startled, and quickly took out his mobile phone, opened the browser, and checked the matter, and it was exactly as Shen Kuo said. A random search for F22 revealed that F22 and B21 were lost in the Fran military base.

The question now is, what to do with the bomber in hand and the three F22s that have been dismantled into tatters?

It’s not very useful to put it in the factory. Anyway, it can continue to be used, so let’s sell it as a piece of junk. First, it can increase some income, and second, it can free up space to continue to set up airplanes.

"This is Section Chief Shen. I have a B21 bomber with a damaged electrical system, and three broken F22 stealth fighters. Please ask the higher-ups to see if they want it. I want to earn a little living expenses!" .

At this time, Shen Kuo stood motionless like a wooden man, his heartbeat was extremely fast, and his mind kept echoing, "I have a B21 bomber and three F22 stealth fighters.".

"Section Chief Shen, are you listening?"

Wang Liang's words were like a switch, instantly activating Shen Kuo. He took a deep breath, suppressed the excitement in his heart forcibly, calmed himself down, and said as calmly as possible: "Mr. report".

"Okay, please trouble Chief Shen."

After hanging up the phone, Shen Kuo turned around three times excitedly. The F22 and B21 of the Free State have always been among the best in the world. If the Dragon State can master the technology, it will be of great help to the development of its own stealth fighter and strategic bomber .

Now, Wang Liang actually has three F22s and one B21 in his hand, and they are still selling it. That's great, I don't even know what to say.

Quickly picked up the red dedicated landline on the desk, dialed the number above, and the other party answered almost instantly, "How is it? Section Chief Shen".

"The three lost F22s and the B21 are all in Wang Liang's hands. He wants to sell them now, so send someone to buy them quickly."

After several seconds, the other party spoke, his voice trembling, "Okay, I'll report right away."

"General, pump the car"

In the courtyard, the old man sitting on the left side of the stone table smiled and lowered the cannon to the bottom line.

The old man sitting on the right picked up the chess pieces and was about to play chess. A capable young man ran over and said excitedly: "I found out, three F22s and one B21 are all in Wang Liang's hands."

The voice just fell.

A "reverse general" resounded throughout the courtyard.

On the quiet suburban road, a transport convoy suddenly drove up, followed by two cranes. All the cars were painted with camouflage paint and did not have any license plates.

After driving quietly for a while, the car in front turned suddenly, went down a fork in the road, and drove towards the factory not far away. The car behind followed closely, even the distance between the cars was the same, turned another corner, and came to the gate of the factory .

The door was open, and an old man was standing next to the guard room with a smoking pot in his hand.

The convoy didn't stop. It passed through the living area and drove into the main factory area before stopping in an orderly manner.

The car door was pushed open, and a gray-haired middle-aged man came down from the small ladder on the side, walked up to Wang Liang, grabbed his hand, and said excitedly: "I have heard about Mr. Wang's name for a long time, and seeing him today, he really deserves his reputation." , what about F22 and B21?".

In the middle of the conversation, three or four people, old and young, gathered around.

Wang Liang pointed to the big iron gate at the back, said "Follow me", led the crowd to the big iron gate, and shouted: "Optimus Prime, open the door".

With a sound of "creak", the big iron door opened a gap, revealing half of the square face, the electronic eyes on the face flicked back and forth, unexpectedly, the "clients" behind Wang Liang exclaimed in shock, and they all took a step back.

"Do you have cat cakes, show half of your face to scare people, and open the door"

"It was you who told me yesterday that you can't open the door to strangers, and now you scold me for having cat cakes and ask me to open the door. Which order should I execute?"

Listening to the electronic sound coming out of the door, the engineers who came to help receive F22 and B21 showed a look of sudden realization. At the same time, they were shocked. Judging from the sentence just now, the intelligence level of this robot is simply ridiculous. .

"I was wrong, okay! Now you open the door for me temporarily, they want to go in to see the plane, and when they sell the plane and make money, I will replace you with a better battery"

"It's almost there"

With a "creak", the iron door opened from the inside, revealing a very wide space, like the waiting hall of a railway station, with a very cool-looking B21 strategic bomber parked in the innermost part, and opposite it, there were three piles of miscellaneous junk .

"Mr. Wang, those three piles."

"That is the broken version of F22 after being disassembled"

"Disassembly?"

The engineers on the scene immediately put on pain masks, and hopped their feet in distress, like kangaroos.

"What a pity, what a pity!"

The old engineer who shook hands with Wang Liang just now walked in two steps in three steps, came to B21, looked at it, nodded with satisfaction, a smile appeared on his face, and when he turned around and came to the front of the three piles of broken F22, his face was full. The smile on his face disappeared instantly, and he put on the mask of pain again.

Moaning and sighing incessantly.

Muttering in his mouth, "It's a pity, it's a pity."

"It's a pity that it's a piece of wool. It's just a garbage plane. As for it?"

As soon as the words fell, a strange man with a cardboard box on his head walked to one of the piles of F22, looked at it, took a part from it, turned around and walked to the opposite workshop.

"His brain was struck by lightning, he is sick, ignore him, hurry up and load the car!"

As Wang Liang spoke, he glared at Ying Zheng. This scumbag was getting more and more arrogant. He dared to walk over in front of so many people, and he was not afraid of being caught and sliced ​​for research.

"Okay, load the car!"

While the old engineer was calling the driver to load the car, he kept thinking in his mind that this weirdo must be something serious, and that extremely intelligent robot was probably made by him, and he will have to write a detailed report to explain it when he goes back.

Whether it is the driver of the transport vehicle or the driver of the crane, they are extremely skilled. Under the command of the engineers, the B21 strategic bomber was carefully hoisted onto the vehicle, fixed firmly with special fixed ropes, and covered with three layers of thick waterproof cloth.

The three piles of broken F22 are not easy to install, they are all broken parts. Wang Liang said, just find a loader and shovel it directly into the bucket of the truck, and cover it with a waterproof cloth. Little by little sorting, boxing, and car loading.

From 11 o'clock in the evening, I was busy working until [-] o'clock in the middle of the night, before all the installations were done. The third master was sleeping soundly, when he was woken up and opened the door, looking at the driver in the car, he said impatiently: "A group of recruits!".

The driver was very dissatisfied at first. He has served in the army for 11 years. He is a proper veteran. How can he be a recruit?Until he saw the special merit medal hanging on the key chain, he was instantly in awe, and saluted the real veteran of hundreds of battles.

After the convoy left, Wang Liang walked up to the third master and said loudly, "Didn't we prepare a room for you on the first floor? Why are you still sleeping in the guard room?".

"I'm used to sleeping in the guard room, but I can't sleep in another place"

"Okay, remember to come over for dinner when it's time to eat, and now I'll take care of the meal"

"What? Dance?"

"No, it's the food!"

Early the next morning, all the money from selling junk, no, the F22 stealth fighter jets and B21 strategic bombers, which are among the best in the world, all went to the account, a total of 1 million yuan, far beyond Wang Liang's imagination, his original psychological expectations That is about 3000 million to 5000 million.

I didn't expect to transfer 1 million directly to him, which is very good, and we can continue to cooperate in the future.

After breakfast, I took the suona, went to a small park nearby, and began to practice suona blowing skills.

(End of this chapter)