Anchor with goods, the price of F2 is very reasonable, right?

Chapter 391 I suspect you are driving!
He didn't think any more and swiped the screen to answer the call, "Hello?"

"Hello, is this Mr. Wang Yang?" A middle-aged man's voice came from the phone, speaking fluent English.

"Oh, it's me." Wang Yang frowned slightly and answered in English, "Excuse me, who are you?"

"I'm Major General Gary Anderson of the U.S. Air Force. The F22 fighter jets you purchased before were sold through me to Nathan Davis," the other party explained.

"It turns out to be Mr. Major General!" Wang Yang responded with a smile, having confirmed the other party's identity in his heart.

The other party mentioned the purchase of F22 fighter jets, which was an inside story known only to relevant personnel, so he was sure that the other party was not a fake.

"Mr. Major General, what do you want to talk to me about?" Wang Yang asked curiously.

"Mr. Wang's recent sale of lithography machine models is really impressive!" the other party praised.

“No, no, thank you for the compliment.” Wang Yang responded modestly, feeling secretly proud. “When you find out that it is a real lithography machine, you will be even more surprised!”

The other party laughed again. "By the way, Mr. Wang, the lithography machine you purchased this time was also sold to you with the consent of my father. My father is the Minister of Foreign Investment Control of the United States. At that time, Buki Fewangga of ASM called him for instructions."

"So that's how it is, what a coincidence!" Wang Yang laughed, muttering to himself, "So you two are a family!"

"Yes, Mr. Wang, I'm looking for you this time to discuss a new deal. I wonder if you are interested?" The other party finally got to the point.

Wang Yang's heart moved, "Tell me about it."

"The U.S. Navy recently retired an Ohio-class nuclear submarine. After hearing about your story, they want to sell it to you. What do you think?" The other party explained his purpose in detail.

Ohio-class nuclear submarine? Wang Yang was shocked.

Although he is not a military fan, he also knows the name of the Ohio-class nuclear submarine.

Nuclear submarines are extremely powerful weapons in themselves, and the Ohio-class are the best among the world's nuclear submarines. China's independently developed nuclear submarines cannot be compared with them at all.

……

In Gary's villa in the United States, in the study, Gary sat behind the desk with a smile on his face.

However, after a few seconds, seeing that Wang Yang did not respond, he couldn't help but worry that Wang Yang would refuse to scrap the nuclear submarine.

He quickly asked, "Mr. Wang, are you still listening?"

"Oh, I'm still listening." Wang Yang's voice came. He was distracted by hearing about the Ohio-class nuclear submarine.

Gary smiled and continued to persuade him: "Mr. Wang, what kind of weapon do you think a nuclear submarine is? As long as you sell it, it will definitely attract a large number of wealthy military fans to buy it! It is more shocking than an F22 fighter, don't you think?"

……

Wang Yang frowned after hearing this. He knew that nuclear submarines were more powerful than F22 fighters, and if the repair was successful, the country would definitely pay a high price to buy them.

He thought about it in his mind, and after a moment's hesitation, he replied: "Mr. Major General, you are right, but I need to think about it. I will call you back when I have thought it over."

After a few seconds, the other party's voice came over the phone: "Okay, then Mr. Wang, please call me back as soon as you have thought it over."

"I will." Wang Yang responded.

"Yeah." After the other party responded, Wang Yang hung up the phone and put the phone against his chest.

He looked at the ceiling, remained silent for a few seconds, and then called out in his mind: "System?"

He didn't say anything because Liu Yue was still under the quilt.

"Master, I'm here." The system's voice sounded in my mind.

Wang Yang asked: "If no one asks me to quote a price, but someone wants to sell me the scrapped equipment, and I repair it and sell it again, does this count as completing the task? Can I get a reward?"

"Master of calculation." The system replied.

"That's good." Wang Yang smiled.

The other party wanted to sell him a nuclear submarine, and such an important military weapon as a nuclear submarine would definitely make a lot of money if it was repaired and sold to the country. How could he not agree?
He was just worried that he would not be able to obtain the system reward, but now it seems that he was worrying too much.

The function of the system is to recycle, repair and resell. Nuclear submarines also go through this process, so naturally the mission is accomplished.

Wang Yang decided to buy it.

At this moment, another "pop" sound came from under the quilt, and Wang Yang's sense of comfort disappeared immediately.

Then, Liu Yue's voice sounded again: "What did you talk about just now?"

Liu Yue's English level is limited, probably only equivalent to that of a high school student, so she did not understand the conversation between Wang Yang and Gary. However, she also learned that Wang Yang's English level is so good!
"We negotiated a business deal." Wang Yang replied.

"What business?" Liu Yue's curious voice came from under the quilt.

"He asked me if I wanted to buy a nuclear submarine."

"Puchi..." Liu Yue chuckled, and then fell silent. It was obvious that she took Wang Yang's words as a joke and did not ask any more questions.

Wang Yang felt the tingling and comfortable feeling again, a satisfied smile appeared on his face, and he didn't say anything more.

Just as he was immersed in this comfort, the ups and downs of the quilt suddenly stopped, and it seemed that something was moving inside.

Then, the quilt sank and a soft moan was heard.

Then, the quilt began to rise and fall again, but the amplitude was greater than before.

Wang Yang immediately felt a different sense of comfort from before!

……

Two days later, an airplane took off from Capital International Airport.

In the first-class cabin, Wang Yang sat in a comfortable seat with massage function, holding a mobile phone in his hand and sending WeChat messages.

Long-haul flights offer WIFI, so he can use the internet.

This time, Wang Yang went to the United States.

Two days ago, a major general of the US Air Force called him and asked if he was willing to purchase a nuclear submarine. He had already replied, agreeing to the purchase.

At this moment, Wang Yang is embarking on a journey to the United States.

After ending the communication with Liu Yue, Wang Yang turned to Jiang Ran to make sure that every friend could feel his care. He sent a message to Jiang Ran: "I am going on another long journey, this time to the United States."

However, after waiting for a few seconds and not seeing Jiang Ran's reply, Wang Yang couldn't help but feel a little puzzled, and secretly speculated: "Maybe she is in class?"

Just then, the phone suddenly rang.

Jiang Ran replied: "Why are you going to America again?" Wang Yang smiled slightly. Although he and Liu Yue were inseparable during this period, he did not ignore Jiang Ran and still maintained information exchange with her. Although she had a heavy academic workload in her senior year of high school, they mostly communicated briefly through WeChat in the evening.

He replied: "To discuss a big deal."

Jiang Ran asked curiously: "Big business? How big is it?" and attached two dog head emoticons.

Wang Yang thought about it and a smile appeared on his face.

He turned on the camera on his phone and made a virtual grabbing motion with his left hand, as if grabbing something. He then took a picture of the motion with his right hand and sent the photo to Jiang Ran, captioning it: "About this size."

This time, Jiang Ran’s reply came almost instantly: “Hahaha! I suspect you are driving, but I have no evidence!” He also posted a picture of a panda with wheel marks on its face.

Wang Yang laughed a few times and replied: "Isn't that my emoticon?"

Jiang Ran responded playfully: "Lululu~~~ I won't chat with you anymore. The class bell has rung. Please be careful on the plane and keep in touch with me at any time!"

Wang Yang smiled and replied: "Okay!"

After finishing the conversation with Jiang Ran, he felt happier.

After exiting WeChat, he opened a video app, intending to find an old movie to pass the time on the upcoming long-distance flight.

……

At the same time, in New South Wales, Australia, an international military exhibition is being prepared.

Exhibitors from all countries have arrived and the conference will officially open tomorrow morning.

Each country has devoted months of effort to this military exhibition and brought its own weapons and equipment in an effort to demonstrate its military strength, which is both a deterrent to other countries and an opportunity to attract potential arms buyers.

Therefore, this conference can also be seen as a contest of global military power. Whoever stands out at the conference will get the largest share of the "cake distribution".

At the residence of foreign guests in China, four elderly men in military uniforms were sitting on a sofa.

One of them was a little older and had three stars on his shoulders. He was Wu Jianping, commander-in-chief of the Eastern Theater Command.

The other three are major generals in the Army, Air Force and Navy.

On the coffee table was a shoebox-sized device with flashing lights on it; it was a device used to block eavesdropping devices.

Wu Jianping asked his subordinates about the developments in other countries, but the answer he got was that all countries were keeping their mouths shut and did not reveal any information.

At this time, Air Force Major General Lian Yi suggested that the United States might exhibit the F22 fighter jet and adjust the order of the F22's exhibition to after the J31. Wu Jianping understood his intention and adopted his suggestion.

……

Time flies, and it's night in the blink of an eye.

Dignitaries from various countries gathered in the auditorium, and the Australian President delivered a warm welcome speech.

After the speeches, the dinner began.

As the dinner was coming to an end, the final draw began.

There are many countries participating in the International Military Exhibition, including China, the United States, Russia, etc., so a draw is needed to determine the order of exhibition tomorrow.

The results of the draw were soon announced, and China drew the number "1", which means that China will be the first country to exhibit tomorrow.

Wu Jianping looked at the note in his hand, surprised and incredulous. He said to himself, "Could it be that all my life's luck has been used up in this one time?"

However, he remembered what Lian Yi had said before. Now that he was the first country to exhibit, did he need to adjust the order of the exhibition? After thinking for a moment, he decided to keep it as it was.

……

The next day, Los Angeles Airport, USA.

As a wave of people walked out of the exit, a young man in a black windbreaker and dark blue jeans stood out. He was wearing a mask, and his slim windbreaker highlighted his slender figure and elegant temperament. He was Wang Yang.

After a long flight, he finally arrived at Los Angeles Airport.

He was pulling a black suitcase that had accompanied him to many places, and his eyes were searching the crowd waiting at the airport.

"Gary said he would arrange someone to pick me up at the airport..." Wang Yang recalled the message he received from Gary on the plane.

He checked the signs in the hands of the people who picked him up at the airport one by one, which had names written on them in various languages.

Finally, his eyes fixed on a sign with the two Chinese characters "Wang Yang" written crookedly on it.

Below the sign is a woman wearing a U.S. Air Force uniform.

"She should be the one who is here to pick me up," Wang Yang thought, "but, can't I print my name out on a printer? It's so ugly when it's written. But maybe I can teach her Chinese." He joked to himself, then pulled his suitcase and walked towards the woman.

The woman's name is Alia Morgan and she holds the rank of second lieutenant.

She was arranged by Gary to pick up Wang Yang.

She held the sign high in her hand and looked at the crowd at the exit. She couldn't help but feel anxious. "This is strange. Major General Anderson clearly said that Wang Yang would arrive at the airport at 11:45. It's been more than ten minutes. Why haven't I seen him yet? Did he not see the sign in my hand and walked away?"

Just as she was about to call Major General Anderson for his number, Wang Yang had already walked towards her.

Just as she was about to take her cell phone out of her pocket, a man wearing a black windbreaker and blue jeans, wearing a mask and carrying a suitcase appeared in front of her and walked straight towards her.

She paused slightly, a wave of emotion welling up in her heart.

When the man approached and stopped, she was delighted and quickly asked in English: "Are you Mr. Wang Yang?"

The man, wearing a mask, nodded.

"Great! I finally picked you up!" Alia's face showed excitement. She was worried that she would miss picking someone up and be blamed by her superior.

Wang Yang looked at the American woman in front of him. She had a pretty face, fair skin, and wavy blonde hair that fell on her shoulders like golden waves.

She wore an air force cap and air force uniform, but her towering breasts made the uniform bulge out, making her look plump and tall. She wore a short skirt with black stockings. Because it was winter, the stockings were thicker, and although the luster of her skin could not be seen, her long legs could be seen, and she was wearing a pair of black high heels.

In general, this is an American woman with great looks and figure!
As Wang Yang was looking at Aaliyah, Aaliyah was also looking at him. She was deeply impressed by Wang Yang's sunny and fashionable outfit and slender figure.

Alia had learned about Wang Yang's deeds from the forum before, and this time Gary sent her to pick her up at the airport and told her about the nuclear submarine, so she knew the purpose of Wang Yang's visit to the United States.

Then, Alia retracted her gaze, looked into Wang Yang's eyes and said, "Mr. Wang, please follow me. The car is ready for you."

"Okay." Wang Yang nodded.

Aaliyah smiled slightly, then turned around and walked forward with her legs in stockings, twisting her slender waist, holding a sign in her hand. Her short skirt tightly wrapped around her plump buttocks, swaying as she walked, very beautiful.

(End of this chapter)