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

Chapter 44 is not a model, it is a real F22!

Qingcheng garrison area, in the commander-in-chief's office.

As night falls, the lights in the military area have already been turned on.

Li Wenshan stood by the window and looked at the situation in the military area through the glass. The soldiers were either training intensively on the training ground or had returned to the team and were summarizing the final training.

It was almost time to eat, and as the commander-in-chief, it was time for him to get off work.

Today was also a day when nothing happened.

Li Wenshan was thinking and feeling very good.

In today's peaceful era, nothing happening is the best thing. This means that the country has always been in a stable state, and it also proves that the military majesty of their guard area is still there.

Thinking of this, he returned to his desk, sat on the chair, and rechecked the documents signed today and the work completed.

This is a routine check before he leaves work to avoid mistakes in today's work, and he can remedy them in time if any mistakes are found.

Thinking about how he had achieved his current position step by step over the years, he felt filled with emotion.

Just as he was getting ready to get off work.

Jingle Bell.

His personal mobile phone rang, and the screen lit up. He was stunned for a moment, then picked up the phone and looked at the caller number, and his brows suddenly furrowed.

Zhang Lin.

What is he calling for?
Zhang Lin was his soldier more than ten years ago. At that time, this young man had just joined the army and performed very well. He was a good soldier who was specially trained. He was the regiment leader at the time and noticed this young man during a competition, and indeed I want to train this young man well.

But in the end, Zhang Lin chose to retire from the army and later went into business. Unexpectedly, his business level was very high. In just over ten years, he developed the company into a scale of tens of billions.

In the beginning, Zhang Lin often invited him, the old chief, to have dinner with him, and the two had a very good personal relationship.

But later, Zhang Lin's business grew bigger and bigger, and Li Wenshan's position became higher and higher, so the relationship between the two gradually became estranged. There was no way that he, the commander-in-chief of the Qingcheng Garrison District, was dating a man worth tens of billions. If the bosses of listed companies still have dinner together, it is easy for them to be talked about and have a bad impact.

However, although the relationship between the two seems to be estranged, the contact between the two has never been broken. During the New Year and holidays, they will call and greet each other. If there is a chance, they will also eat together, but not as frequently as before.

Thinking about it, Zhang Lin hadn't called him for a long time, and now the two of them would not contact him as long as there was nothing going on.

After answering the phone, Li Wenshan sat on a chair and said majestically: "Zhang Lin, what's wrong?"

"Old chief, I have something very important to report to you immediately." Zhang Lin's voice was urgent and his tone was even more urgent.

Li Wenshan frowned again. Judging from Zhang Lin's tone, this matter may indeed be no small matter.

For a boss worth tens of billions of dollars to call it a big deal, it would definitely not be a big deal if he thought about it.

"Don't be anxious, speak slowly." Li Wenshan sat up straight.

Zhang Lin on the phone said: "That's it, old chief, I saw someone selling a model of the F22 fighter jet in a live broadcast room yesterday, priced at 3 million yuan. I liked it very much, so I paid a deposit and went to inspect the goods today. "What? And then you found out that you were defrauded? You should go to the police about this, what's the point of asking me?" Li Wenshan joked.

Zhang Lin swallowed: "No, old chief, please listen to me first."

"I went to inspect the goods and found that the model of this F22 fighter jet was very lifelike in appearance and interior, just like a real F22 fighter jet."

"The most outrageous thing is at the back. This seller even took out a number of precision instruments that could only appear in military scientific research laboratories, and tested the F22 fighter's engine, pneumatic devices, and various equipment! The final data is exactly the same as the real F22 fighter jet!"

Li Wenshan squinted his eyes: "So, do you think the F22 fighter model sold by this seller may not be a model, but a real F22 fighter jet?"

"That's right! I very much doubt that this F22 fighter model is the real F22 fighter!" Zhang Lin said hurriedly.

Li Wenshan smiled: "Don't be kidding. You know that the F22 fighter jet is the main combat fighter currently in service in the United States, right? Not to mention a person who sells goods in a live broadcast room, even the main leaders of the countries in the East and Middle East proposed It is impossible for the US military to agree to purchase an F22 fighter jet."

"I know, old chief, so I was just suspicious at the time, but at this time, the seller offered to start the F22 fighter jet, and then it really started! And, the most important thing is, the air wave of this F22 fighter model , and the sounds, etc., are exactly the same as the real F22 fighter jet!" Zhang Lin said solemnly.

Then, he added: "Old chief, you know me. I have been obsessed with becoming a pilot since I was a child. Later, after I retired from the army, I often looked up information and watched videos of these fighter jets. I Now I am 22% sure that this model of an F22 fighter jet may actually be an F[-]!"

Li Wenshan didn't laugh or respond when he listened to Zhang Lin's words on the phone.

Normally, it is impossible for an F22 fighter jet to appear anywhere other than a US military base, let alone Kyushu.

Even if the United States lacks military funds and is so short of money that it cannot open the door, it is impossible to sell F22 fighter jets to Kyushu.

What's more, the cost of an F22 fighter jet is 1.5 million U.S. dollars, which is nearly one billion U.S. dollars when converted into Kyushu coins. The price sold by the U.S. military to external parties will never be lower than hundreds of millions of U.S. dollars.

This person who sells F22 fighter jets live broadcast only costs 3 million. If it is a real F22 fighter jet, wouldn’t this person suffer a big loss?

It's unrealistic when you think about it.

"Are you really sure that it could be a real F22 fighter jet?" Li Wenshan asked.

Zhang Lin hesitated for a moment: "Old chief, I am not 100% sure, but I still say that, I am 22% sure that this may be a real F[-] fighter jet."

"[-]% sure..." Li Wenshan muttered to himself, frowning again.

Based on his understanding of Zhang Lin, Zhang Lin should not tell lies, nor would he choose to use false news to deceive him. Most importantly, there is no point in Zhang Lin deceiving him.

But a real F22 fighter jet appeared in Kyushu, and it was still in the hands of a live broadcast seller. This news sounds very unreliable.

This is as outrageous as if the person behind the scenes of the U.S. military is not an American official, but an Asan.

"Old chief, now I have paid the final payment for this F22 fighter jet, and it has been settled for the time being. I think I can send someone over to check it out. If it is really an F22 fighter model, then it is a mistake in my judgment. I admit the penalty, but if that It’s really an F22 fighter jet, and the consequences of the incident are disastrous! After all, the F22 fighter jet is in the hands of the person who brought the goods live.”

Zhang Lin's tone was unprecedentedly solemn and determined.

(End of this chapter)