Chapter 529 We Are Going to Set Off some Fireworks! (Second Update!)

There was someone behind that young man, it seemed...

I came here to sign a contract.

Opening his mouth, exhaling all the air in his lungs and switching to fresh air, Keitel turned around suddenly and said loudly to Jerome behind him:

"Let's go. The person we are waiting for has arrived. After we finish talking about this matter, we can go back."

Beside the table, after hearing Keitel's words, Jerome let out a long breath, showing an expression that looked like he was surviving the disaster.

Then he stood up quickly to prepare relevant information, and even his walking pace became much brisker.

As he walked, he was still humming.

In the courtyard of the guest house, Qian Duoduo took the contract from the legal officer and put it on the stone table. He pressed the paper contract with his right hand and gently pushed it forward in front of Keitel:

"Mr. Keitel, this is the contract we have drafted. Take a look at it. If there are no problems, then we can sign and cooperate."

"After your payment is made, we will arrange production and then ship."

"As for the cooperation announcement you want, it will also be posted on our official website after your payment is made."

"Take a look!"

Amidst the words, Keitel picked up the contract document on the table and opened it casually.

In the English-Chinese bilingual contract, every sentence has a comparison.

He looked very carefully and very slowly.

After looking at it for two hours, he put down the document in his hand and put it aside lightly. At this time, Erlang raised his feet and put his hands on his knees. He looked very casual and asked:

"Secretary Qian, a few days ago, I saw three missiles flying from your factory outside the mountain, and then went to the northwest."

"Can you tell me, is that a real missile?"

After asking, before Qian Duoduo could respond, he pretended to be generous and said:

"Sorry, Secretary Qian, there's something wrong with my brain."

"This kind of thing should be a secret, I shouldn't ask."

After finishing his generous words, he immediately turned around and greeted the people behind him, but the movement of his eyes gave him away.

Although he looked behind him, his eyes were actually turned to the side, looking at Qian Duoduo with his peripheral vision.

Among the secretary's many work abilities, one is to observe people's emotions.

Qian Duoduo naturally knew how to do this, and with just a glance, he could see Keitel's thoughts.

He shook his head slightly and said very casually: "It's not a big deal. We just made a few missiles in our own factory and wanted to test the quality."

"But God is with us, the quality is good, the launch is very successful, and the hit rate is also very successful."

As soon as he finished speaking, Keitel turned around suddenly and looked at Qian Duoduo with burning eyes: "Sell it?"

Facing his expectant gaze, Qian Duoduo pulled out a nasty smile, imitating Lin Yu's smile, and replied harshly: "Not for sale!"

The next second, Keitel's expectant gaze disappeared, and his whole face wrinkled into a bitter melon.

Sighing, he picked up the pen and put his name on the contract.

After putting his name on all the places that needed to be written, and pushing the document in front of Qian Duoduo, Keitel sat up, looked at the person opposite, and said softly:

"Secretary Qian, I hope our next cooperation can go further, what do you think?"

Qian Duoduo, who was stamping the contract, raised his head, frowned and thought for a moment, then nodded heavily: "I think so too!"

"Of course, for the sake of this being our first cooperation, I can give you some small suggestions."

"This suggestion is to ask you, and the people behind you, to figure out your position."

"Once we figure this out, our future cooperation can be more frequent and smoother, without causing any problems for you and me."

After saying his suggestion, Qian Duoduo continued to stamp frantically with the seal engraved with Lin Yu's name.

It took more than ten minutes to get all the contract documents stamped.

After checking it several times to make sure there were no errors or omissions, he handed two of the contract documents to Keitel.

When the other party took the contract documents, he smiled and warned:

"Mr. Keitel, we will publish the corresponding cooperation announcement after receiving the money."

"But I also want to ask Mr. Keitel to pay attention not to leak other information about us."

"This must be remembered."

"If Mr. Keitel wants to leave, please contact the front desk of the guest house directly. If you want to stay for a few more days, please also contact the front desk of the guest house."

"I have something else to do, so I won't bother you."

Nodding slightly to the person in front of him, Qian Duoduo turned around with a smile on his face and left with the people from the Legal Department.

After throwing the contract to the person in the legal department and instructing him to file it, he returned to his office.

After resting on the chair for a moment, he reached for the Chinese-English dictionary and the tape recorder on the table.

Pressing the switch of the recorder, standard Cockney English came out from the recorder, full of gentlemanly atmosphere.

After learning a few sentences from the tape recorder, the phone on the table rang. I picked it up and found out that it was Xiang Baichuan who was going to the Liquor City Launch Center for a test flight.

"Secretary Qian, it's me, Xiang Baichuan."

"Can you contact the factory director? No one picks up my phone when I call him."

"Why are you looking for him? Of course our rocket is about to undergo a test flight. If possible..."

"Don't be afraid, just go ahead and do it boldly, right? I understand. Can Secretary Qian please tell the factory director that I, Xiang Baichuan, will definitely live up to his expectations and will definitely launch the rocket into the sky to transport our satellite?" ”

Put down the phone, rub his temples vigorously, then grab the sticky note next to him, record the time Xiang Baichuan just said, and stick it to the edge of the computer. Then he picked up the phone and dialed Lin Yu.

Rocket R&D Center.

After humming for a while, Lin Yu put down the phone and leaned on the bed in a daze.

It is also a trouble for a person to be too successful.

I'm so worried that I don't know which side to look at.

He turned to look at the mirror next to him, which reflected an extremely handsome face. Because he had just been awakened from his dream, his whole face looked very rosy.

The thin hair is also flattened due to sleeping.

However, the flattened hair did not affect his appearance. Instead, it gave this extremely handsome face a broken and hazy feeling.

"I'm so handsome!" After staring at the mirror for a while, Lin Yu got up from the bed, walked into the bathroom to wash up briefly, and then returned to the mirror.

The water droplets that were not completely dried fell down the hair and landed on the shoulders one drop at a time.

Even more handsome!

Lin Yu made a few narcissistic gestures in front of the mirror, dried his hair, put on clean clothes, and picked up his notebook from the desk. Then Lin Yu hummed a song, shook his head and walked out of the dormitory, heading toward the control room. Walk to the workshop.

In the control room, Zhou Changyao and Fang Jianguo were gathered around the globe, chattering.

When Lin Yu leaned over, Zhou Changyao said suddenly: "Xiao Lin, I remember that you know the commander of the American Pacific Theater, right?"

The sudden topic made Lin Yu stunned for two seconds. After noticing the expression on his face, Zhou Changyao, who asked the question, immediately explained:

"The ship we sent out has arrived in the Central Pacific and will arrive at the target area in two days."

"Intercontinental missile launch, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, we need to make an announcement."

"but……"

"There are certain obstacles in the military exchanges between our two countries. Normally, the foreign affairs department will contact their foreign affairs department first, and then their foreign affairs department will contact the president, and then it will be transferred from the president to their Ministry of National Defense. ”

"This time, we want to make a bold attempt."

"Then the military department at the next level will first contact their military department and make a liaison."

"Private contact."

“Just getting our ideas into their hands.”

"Of course, it doesn't matter whether they listen or not. If they listen, their people will play into our hands by attacking Dana, the commander of the Pacific Theater."

"All in all, we won't lose money."

After saying this whimsical idea, Zhou Changyao also showed a wicked smile on his face.

After running through this plan in his mind, Lin Yu couldn't help but give a thumbs up. What Zhou Changyao did perfectly interpreted the saying that old age is still hotter.

If a phone call from here falls on the minds of those American people with wild imaginations, they will use all their methods to analyze the reasons behind the call.

Analyzing these reasons costs money.

And some people who take the initiative to bring up analysis will also take the opportunity to cause trouble.

Then there is the mutual attack between parties.

Not Nanming, but Nanming everywhere.

Lin Yu also smiled and took a look at the time on the wall. He found that it was still dark in Hawaii. He did not rush to make a call. Instead, he picked up a pen and considered what he was going to say later on the notebook next to him. vocabulary.

While he was busy writing lines, Zhou Changyao poked his head over unexpectedly and asked with a smile:

"Do you want a wife or not?"

"As long as you ask, I will bring it to you."

sand--

The sudden words left Lin Yu unprepared. While he was writing, he suddenly shook, and the pen drew a long mark on the notebook.

He retracted his hand tremblingly, glanced at his pen distressedly, quickly capped the pen, looked back at Zhou Changyao, and asked with suspicion:

"Old man, whose girl did you abduct?"

Faced with the question, Zhou Changyao straightened his back, pointed his right thumb at himself, and said proudly: "My boss's daughter!"

As soon as these words came out, Lin Yu blocked all the rest of his words.

He wanted to say a few flirty words, but found that he had nothing to say, so he could silently give a thumbs up: "What time?"

"Tomorrow! The little girl will arrive tomorrow morning. You go to have a meeting tomorrow afternoon. If you have any requirements, you can make it clear for yourself. I won't mix in, and neither will the boss, so it's all up to you."

Listening to Zhou Changyao's statement, Lin Yu sighed helplessly: "Okay!"

Hope is a gentle and kind person.

Lin Yu made a wish in his heart, turned his head, picked up the pen and wanted to write a few sentences, but found that he could not put down the pen.

Confused.

Forget it, sleep.

He slept on the sofa until about ten o'clock in the evening. Guessing that Dana guy had gone to work, he took out his mobile phone, walked to the square outside the workshop, bathed in the starlight, and made a call.

More than half a minute passed, and the call was finally connected. Dana's strange Mandarin came from the phone: "Mr. Lin, what can I do for you?"

The voice was gentle and lazy, accompanied by the whistling sea breeze.

On the other end of the phone, Lin Yu gently pinched his Adam's apple with his hand, recalled the tone of the announcers at the 567th base, and said in the announcer's tone:

"Dear General Dena Roosevelt, good morning."

"This call to you is to inform you of something."

"That is, we plan to set off a large firework in the southeast Pacific region, about 400 square nautical miles in the longitude and latitude: -137.81250000, -36.73888412 area in three days, that is, on May 17."

"This launch is not aimed at any party, let alone America."

"Please don't be shy, General Dena, as the commander of the Pacific Theater, thank you."

Hawaii.

Listening to the serious voice and unique tone on the phone, Dena's eyelids twitched wildly.

A moment later, he grabbed the phone and rushed to the command center of the Pearl Harbor Hickam Joint Base.

But halfway through the rush, he stopped abruptly.

Looking at the phone in his hand, his eyes were gloomy.

This call...

If I go to the command center now and tell this matter, I can't explain why I received this call.

After all, some things, if they are not weighed, there will be no problem.

Once weighed, tens of millions of gold will not be able to stop.

But if I don't say this...

Then...

Once a dispute really arises, the soldiers on the front line only need to clean their necks and face the nuclear bombs, while the congressmen in the rear will have more to consider.

Standing in the whistling sea breeze, he looked gloomy and asked the person on the other end of the phone in a low voice: "Can't you issue a notice yourself?"

The next second, the questioning voice came from the phone again: "Do you believe in the announcement?"

This question made Dena feel awkward again.

As a senior general of the navy, he believed it.

But there are more people in America, and a group of Smith commissioners who specialize in taking money. These bastards like to jump up and down and play the chain of suspicion.

Because if there is a dispute, these Smith commissioners only need to consider where to escape, while the front-line soldiers need to consider how to face death.

After a long silence, he said to the person on the phone: "Find a place to post a notice, and I will find two people from the intelligence department to let them find this notice."

"Then I will report this news personally."

As soon as he finished his suggestion, a thank you came from the phone.

The voice was clear, it was Lin Yu's real voice.

"I will post this notice on our shopping website. I know you should also be paying attention to that shopping website, so you should be able to see it clearly."

And this simple sentence made Dena's pupils open as wide as possible. He roared in the whistling sea breeze:

"Did you make that intercontinental missile?"