NIP Chapter 3174 Losers Have No Right to Shout
Chapter 3174 Losers Have No Right to Shout
Chapter 3174 Losers Have No Right to Shout
"A helicopter?"
Yang Xiaotao was taken aback, then quickly asked, "What are they going to do?"
Li Chengjun's sigh revealed the helplessness in his heart to Yang Xiaotao.
This made Yang Xiaotao even more curious about what exactly Li Yunlong and his two buddies had gotten into in Persia.
"Yes, they want thirty Hunghu helicopters."
"How many?"
Yang Xiaotao was now in a state of panic.
When the Honghu helicopter was first developed, Yang Xiaotao discussed it with Jinling Aeronautical Institute and brought in the Fifth and Sixth Ministries of Machinery Industry to cooperate in research and production.
But so far, the number of Honghu aircraft produced is estimated to be at most one hundred.
Moreover, most of these helicopters have already been reserved; even within their Ninth Division, the Security Department only has two.
These three guys actually asked for thirty planes right off the bat. What are they up to?
"Yes, there are thirty."
"Furthermore, Ding Wei also said that it would be best to install rocket-propelled grenades, and at the very least, several heavy machine guns should be placed there."
Yang Xiaotao was taken aback; he had no idea what the three guys were up to.
fight?
Those three bastards really dare to dream big.
However, it seems there aren't many things these three dare not do!
Li Chengjun continued, "I asked Ding Wei, and they said it's for protecting the factory's security, allowing the team to move quickly and avoid accidents..."
"Bullshit, do we really need so many helicopters to protect the factory?"
Yang Xiaotao didn't believe it at all.
Then Li Chengjun continued, "It seems to be related to Alfat's wedding."
"wedding?"
"Impossible. Alphat is still learning to pilot ships in Shanghai. How could that be?"
Li Chengjun fell silent for a moment before speaking again, "President Yang, is it possible that he will go back to get married and then come back?"
"After all, getting married doesn't take that long!"
"And their family line is all single-line inheritance!"
Now it was Yang Xiaotao's turn to fall silent.
Actually, there's another reason Li Chengjun didn't mention: marriage alliances are also an important part of politics.
The situation in Persia today can only be described in one word: chaos.
The original Mosidov was somewhat submissive and always had to consider this and that.
But after the last incident, Mosidov seemed like a completely different person, and he started to act like a ruthless tyrant.
Yang Xiaotao didn't know whether this change was good or bad.
After a long silence, Yang Xiaotao finally said, "I need to know Ding Wei and the others' true intentions, otherwise I won't give them this helicopter."
"Okay, I'll let you know once I've found out."
Li Chengjun hung up the phone after speaking.
Yang Xiaotao took a deep breath, wanting to call Alfat to ask, but when he picked up the phone, he didn't know what to say.
'Forget it, if we really have to go back, I'll just go with them.'
Yang Xiaotao thought to himself.
Of course, this is on the premise that the superior approves the leave.
Keeping this in mind, Yang Xiaotao continued to devote himself to the research of the Tomcat fighter jet.
While Yang Xiaotao was preparing for his work, a high-level meeting was in full swing in a meeting hall in Edo, Japan.
Unlike in the past, this time the meeting was chaired by a middle-aged woman.
The woman, dressed in all black, looked out of place kneeling at the head of the table. She appeared somewhat fierce, yet lacked a full bust. Her skin was sallow, and she had dry, triangular eyes, making everyone present feel uncomfortable.
However, no one moved around freely; they all knelt obediently, not even daring to lift their heads.
"Has the Kinmura family arrived yet?"
The middle-aged woman suddenly spoke, her voice like a crow's, accurately reaching everyone's ears.
"Hi!"
"Lord Sakai, I am Kiku-ruchi of the Kanemura family!"
A young girl in the kneeling crowd immediately straightened up upon hearing the question, then bowed respectfully, though a faint sorrow lingered on her face.
Many people around frowned when they saw the girl, while others sneered.
Faced with the strange looks from those around her, Kikuchiko felt uneasy and indecisive.
Since the outbreak of the oil crisis, the Jincun family has experienced a rollercoaster ride, with their businesses declining rapidly and members of the family dying one after another.
The first to pass away was naturally the most prestigious matriarch in the family.
Perhaps knowing his time was near, he passed away in his sleep two days after handing over the two successors to the dzi bead bracelet that represented the family's management power.
At that time, the family was busy negotiating with China to purchase the oil reserves held by the other party in order to maintain the family's status.
Therefore, Mrs. Mimura presided over the old lady's funeral arrangements, and she was quickly buried after a simple ceremony.
However, her good fortune was short-lived. Just one month after she became the person in charge of power in the Kinmura family, Mrs. Mimura suddenly passed away.
There has been much speculation surrounding Mrs. Mimura's passing.
Some say he was murdered, mostly by members of his own family.
Such dramatic internal power struggles are not uncommon in island nations.
Some say that Mimura chose to commit suicide in order to maintain the dignity of the Kimura family.
After all, the Kanamura family did not achieve remarkable results in dealing with the oil crisis, nor did they help Japan escape the crisis.
The biggest contribution was to bring out the family's oil reserves, but there were still no effective solutions after the crisis, and the domestic economy was still on a downward trend.
For a top family in Japan, this is already a huge failure.
Therefore, Mrs. Mimura's death was to give an explanation to the upper class and to the people.
Besides the two arguments mentioned above, there are several other versions.
But Kikuchi knew that Mrs. Mimura's death was a natural one, just like the old lady's, and there were no suspicious points.
This conclusion was reached after multiple confirmations by the medical school.
However, just as the family was choosing the next head of the family, strange things began to happen again.
The third head of the family, Madam Ningmei, died in her office a week later.
The fourth head of the family, Madam Huayan, died three days later at her lover's house.
At this point, all the second-generation wives in the entire family had died.
The entire Jin family was thrown into panic. Then a rumor spread that the Jin family's curse had been broken.
The women in the family suffered a backlash, which led to their successive deaths.
The rumors were so detailed and convincing that Kikuchiko, who had just taken over as head of the family, was very uneasy.
After all, their family had been cursed for a long time.
Moreover, although the elders didn't say it, their power had already implicitly acknowledged the existence of the curse.
Now that the curse has been broken, the women in the family are suffering the consequences, causing widespread panic throughout the family.
As a result, after taking office, Kikuchiko devoted all her energy to the family curse, and even wanted to find high-ranking monks and Taoist priests from China for this purpose.
After all, it's easier for a monk from elsewhere to chant sutras!
Therefore, Kikuchiko doesn't know much about what's happening in China lately, and she's naturally flustered now that she's been singled out.
Looking at Kikuchi, who was kneeling on the ground, a hint of displeasure flashed across Sakai Mutsuki's face.
"Is there no one left in the Jin Village family?"
A cold voice came from the ground, and Kikuchiko lay there, too afraid to move, her face showing a mixture of fear and indignation.
Seeing that Kikuchi remained silent, Sakai Mutsuki snorted and continued, "Oil reserves are related to the development of the domestic people's livelihood."
"Can the Kanemura family shoulder the responsibility?"
Kikuchi took a deep breath, slammed his fist on the floor, and after two loud thuds, said, "Rest assured, sir, the Kinmura family will definitely complete the mission."
"it is good!"
"Within a month, I need to support the nation's oil reserves for six months. Is that possible?"
Mutsuki Sakai continued to ask, but Kikuchiko felt her ears ringing.
Even before the oil crisis, their family couldn't maintain a six-month stockpile.
Especially now, the situation in Persia is complicated, and the domestic economic development is also facing problems, particularly foreign exchange earnings. To buy oil, they need US dollars.
Their family suffered significant losses during the economic crisis and simply couldn't maintain a six-month oil reserve.
"Can't do it?"
Mutsuki Sakai spoke softly, but Kiku knew that if she said the wrong thing, the lifeline of oil would be taken from their hands.
In the future, the Jincun family will be relegated to a second-rate position, or even fall below that.
"Hey, the Jin family will definitely do their best to accomplish it."
"It absolutely must be completed."
"Hey, I'll definitely get it done."
"Yoshi!"
Mutsuki Sakai said something indifferent, but everyone knew that this matter was not over.
If the Jin family fails to complete the mission, the punishment they face will be even more severe.
Kikuchiko straightened up and knelt to the side, her fingers clasped together, constantly fiddling with the dzi bead in her hand.
A month may seem like a long time.
Because she wasn't sure if she could last a month.
A thought suddenly popped into my head: if all else fails, I'll just give the position of head of the family to Kitaro!
After finishing her explanation about the oil, Mutsuki Sakai looked again at a bald old man standing to the side.
"Kurigen-kun!"
"How are the negotiations with the United States going?"
The bald old man first bowed, then said in a respectful but not arrogant manner, "Sir, according to our negotiations, the other party does not agree to our independent development of rockets!"
"They even offered to launch satellites on our behalf!"
"idiot!"
Sakai Mutsuki's previously calm expression turned ferocious, and for a moment she looked like a man-eating weasel.
"My lord, not only that, we also contacted Britain and France, and we received the same message: they do not support our research on space rockets."
"The league even solemnly warned us not to play with fire and get burned!"
Crunch crunch
Mutsuki Sakai clenched her fingers tightly, cursing incessantly in her mind.
idiot!
Damn alliance, damn white pigs, damn bastards!
And then there's that damned China.
He secretly wished he could throw all these guys into the Pacific Ocean to drown, but he maintained a calm demeanor.
The hall was completely silent.
After a long silence, the bald old man finally spoke, “Sir, gentlemen, we are currently facing enormous pressure if we want to develop.”
Therefore, offending the powerful is not a wise move.
"Therefore, I hope that you can abandon unrealistic fantasies and seek a way out for the empire within the framework set by the strong."
"please!"
After the bald old man finished speaking, he bowed respectfully, and everyone remained silent.
Suddenly, a similarly aged man slowly spoke, "But, Mr. Liyuan, the continent opposite is developing rapidly, and the threat is growing!"
"Today we can launch nine magic wands into the sky, and tomorrow we can launch even more."
"And we can only watch helplessly as more and more demons appear above our heads, living in constant fear and unease!"
"And looking at the enemy's military strength, their aircraft can come and go freely!"
"Under such circumstances, how can we talk about the peace and tranquility of the empire?"
"Should we always remain subservient to their threats?"
The old man's voice was strong and clear, and everyone present nodded in agreement.
Even Mutsuki Sakai, who was in a superior position, nodded slowly, agreeing with the old man's statement.
The two sides are sworn enemies!
Even a feud spanning ten generations can be avenged!
Moreover, the battle was only over twenty years ago, and a generation has not yet passed away. Everyone still harbors resentment!
The bald old man nodded in agreement, then sighed again, "So, gentlemen! This is the consequence of failure!"
In an instant, everyone lowered their heads.
Anger, resentment, sadness, and bitterness mingled on his face, ultimately transforming into a profound sense of helplessness!
They are losers.
The victor is king, the loser is a bandit.
Losers have no right to shout!