Selling pineapples live, but you are eyeing my farm tools?

Chapter 82 Instructions for Classifying Civilian Hypersonic Missiles as Farm Tools

I want this?
What do you want?
Because the words were too short and concise, Zhang Yang didn't react for a while.

After waiting for a few seconds, the brain finally reacted.

He grabbed his phone and typed frantically at the keyboard.

More than 1 words were typed in 400 minute, ranging from world peace, regional situation, national ideology, etc.

The focus is on the analysis that it is useless for him to ask for this thing, and it will also attract the prying eyes of other countries.

After typing more than 400 characters, I checked the grammar and punctuation marks.

Just as he was about to click send, his finger hit the delete key again.

In just a few seconds, all these words were deleted.

In the end, these more than 400 words were condensed into a question mark.

"?"

If it is someone else, you can also move it with emotion and reason.

But the person on the opposite side is not someone else, but the camel that I dare to sell if I dare to buy.

The military purchase decades ago made their country stable for decades.

Decades of stable life have made them understand a truth.

It is better to have your own than to have your father and mother.

As long as you sell it and I am useful, it is worth buying, isn't it just money?
Just dig a little more oil and you'll have everything.

Don't talk about money in front of me, it hurts feelings very much.

You just need to take your money and get off my weapon.

Of course, you can also leave all the people on the weapon, and just dispatch labor.

Not long after the question mark was sent, the other side sent back a dozen messages.

"A message from our king, this thing must be obtained!"

"For the sake of our years of cooperation, sell one, just one, and put your most ruthless bomb on me!"

"It would be best if it could hold a nuclear bomb inside!"

"Nuclear bombs cannot be lower than 1000 million tons!"

"Say something!"

"Stop talking!"

"You reply with a word! A symbol is fine!"

"You say a number! I'll report now, let's collect money!"

"I was wrong, don't install nuclear bombs, just ordinary bombs!"

"26 times the speed of sound, we don't need that much, just 20 times!"

"Director Zhang, call back!"

"I'm so scared if you don't talk!"

A message was not read, and it was a new message.

The phone kept shaking, just like Zhang Yang's heart.

After pondering for a long time, Zhang Yang uttered three words.

"Look for a leader!"

After sending these three words, Zhang Yang let out a long sigh, threw the phone into his pocket, and walked towards the mirror next to him.

Next time I want to cry poor, I need to tidy up my manners.

The face that has been boiled for a few days is not bad, but the clothes are not good, and they need to be wrinkled a little more.

Later, I will find those little girls to get some bread, and eat it in front of the leader.

perfect.

Hai Province, Adessa looked at the three words on the phone, and was enlightened instantly.

Yes.

In this place, it is better to go directly to the leader for this kind of thing, simple and direct.

But before that, I need to meet that Mr. Mo Yu first.

I still have an agreement with him, and I can also take advantage of the reminiscence to ask about his thoughts.

At 2:00 in the afternoon, it was estimated that Mo Yu woke up from a nap, and Adessa came to Mo's house stepping on time.

It was Mo Wen who opened the door.

The little girl who stayed up all night editing the video just woke up when she heard a knock on the door.

Open the door.

I found out that it was the former rich man with gifts in his hand, all of which were shining with golden light, which seemed to be of great value.

"Brother, that foreign friend came again last time, make some tea!"

"Oh!"

In the distance, a pair of sapphire-like eyes see all this.

……

2:30 p.m. is the working time for the Foreign Press Office.

It's already 2:25 in the afternoon, pack up your posture, go to the toilet, and review what you're going to talk about today, the host is ready to go on stage.

Haven't gone out yet.

He was blocked back by someone.

The person who came was the director of the news department. He usually doesn't show his face, but it's unusual for him to show his face.

Taking a few breaths of air, the director handed a crumpled document to the host.

"Look at this regulation. It was just posted 10 minutes ago. Let's talk about it at today's meeting."

The director spoke out of breath, and after finishing speaking, he sat on a chair beside him and waited for the host to ask questions.

When the moderator picked up the file, the title on the file surprised him.

[Explanation on the classification of civilian hypersonic missiles as agricultural tools by the agricultural department]

The right hand is stretched out to the forehead, there is no fever, it is not my problem.

After thinking about it, the host stretched out his hand to the director again. The director's head is also normal, and he has no fever.

Looking intently at the document in his hand again, it was still the same title, the red title, and below it was the seal of the unit that issued the document.

Everything shows that this document is true.

Not kidding.

"Director?"

The director raised his right hand and danced about to say something, but he couldn't say anything in the end.

The raised hand swung down violently.

"You just read it from the script, and if someone asks you, ask them to check on the official website of the agricultural department, understand?"

"it is good!"

After solemnly putting the document into the speech, the host held his head high and walked towards the venue step by step.

At 2:32 p.m., the International Press Office was unusually late.

The American reporter in the audience looked at the time. He had already thought of a lot of questions, but if the other party didn't show up, these questions would be in vain.

At 2:33, the host stepped onto the podium under the eyes of all the reporters.

"Hello, friends from the press. Due to a little personal reason, I am late here. I am sorry everyone."

The host bowed and apologized, and then looked at the audience with a smile on his face.

America's reporter Elvy raised her hand first.

"Excuse me, host, your country launched a hypersonic missile last night. Does this mean that your country has made a key breakthrough in the field of hypersonic missiles?"

After asking the question, she looked helplessly at the people on the stage.

As soon as the person starts answering questions, it's all a trap.

No matter what he said, after passing his own hand, there will be another way of saying it.

"Well, I just learned about the question asked by this reporter friend. The hypersonic missile tested this time is a civilian missile."

"The builder is an independent individual, and his purpose is to prevent cold wave attacks. It can be said that this is a breakthrough for civilian hypersonic missiles."

He fell into a trap.

With an evil smile on the corner of his mouth, he pulled out the smile of the Dragon King, and reporter Elvy continued to ask questions.

"But I remember that your country has very strict control over weapons?"

"On this issue, here is a document issued by the Department of Agriculture this morning."

"Because of the broad prospects of this missile in agricultural applications, the agricultural department has classified it as a farm tool in the category, um, and also stipulated in the document a subsidy for purchase."

subsidy?Elvie was dumbfounded.

Having been in Longguo for so long, this reporter from America naturally knows what subsidy means?
It was precisely because she knew what this meant that she was confused.

When will there be subsidies for buying hypersonic missiles?

What are you going to do?
(End of this chapter)