Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

Does the old man have nuclear warheads?

Why do I feel like you are asking about cabbage?

So you want to equip this thing with a nuclear warhead?

Do you think these are firecrackers for New Year's Day that you can throw wherever you want?

Liu Yong and Yang Mingyuan didn't know how to respond to Zeng Wangcai's question.

"What do you mean?" the two old men asked in unison.

Love, ha uu uh Junmu... "I have a dream..." Zeng Wangcai said with pity on his face, "My wish is world peace!"

"Wait a minute, the nuclear you are talking about is not that nuclear again, right?" Liu Yong said unhappily, "I find that you are different now, really, Wangcai, you are too bold now, you always mention nuclear weapons and missiles..."

"Don't worry, I'm still the same me!" Zeng Wangcai was chatting with the old man, but suddenly he felt it was difficult to talk to him, and his words sounded like he was reciting lyrics.

The topic returned to "The Prince Arrives No. 2". Zeng Wangcai communicated with Zhou Yuanbai and other technical people. In addition to the parameters, Zeng Wangcai explained some professional terms he had memorized.

At this point, the missile part is finished.

"Grandpa, it's late, and everyone is tired!" Zeng Wangcai finally said, "Let's take a break and have a meal before continuing. I have something difficult to decide, so I need to hear your opinions. You two should also make a simple report on these things to the higher-ups... By the way, number two is the model to be donated..."

Although they had known this for a long time, the two old men still couldn't hide their excitement when they heard Zeng Wangcai say this.

When we returned to the development zone of Wangye Island, it was already broad daylight. There were actually not too many people on the island. When there were no car races, not many people came here to play. After all, it was not an era of national tourism.

The convoy passed through the seemingly deserted commercial district and slowly stopped halfway up the mountain where Zeng Wangcai's home was.

The old man went to communicate and report to his superiors, while Zeng Wangcai accompanied Zhou Yuanbai, who was visiting for the first time, to stroll around the mountainside.

"Teacher, if you want to retire, you can live here. It's all mine!" Zeng Wangcai said, leaning against the railing of the observation deck, "On the premise that it's safe here."

"Wangcai, you're great!" Zhou Yuanbai said with emotion, "No one thought you would be able to achieve what you have today, but I may not be able to retire. The missile you gave me alone is enough for old guys like us to chew on for a while.

"As for your concerns, I believe the country will be your strong backing."

"Let's hope so." Zeng Wangcai is not as optimistic as Zhou Yuanbai.

He knew that it was a little early to do this. If he handed over the things, things would be different after ten or eight years.

Now it depends on the wisdom of the older generation. Where will Wangye Island go?

Liu Yong and Yang Mingyuan spent much more time than Zeng Wangcai calculated. It seems that their superiors attach great importance to it and should be studying it seriously.

At night, Zeng Wangcai and others had finished their meal, but the two of them had not finished yet, so Zeng Wangcai had to bring them food.

The whole night passed, and it was not until around nine o'clock the next morning that the two of them finished their report, having stayed up all night.

"Where's Wangcai..." Liu Yong took the lead and walked out of the room, his eyes bloodshot and his whole body reeking of tobacco.

"Here it is!" Zeng Wangcai, who had just woken up, came over with a bowl of porridge. "Don't say anything for now, eat something and take a nap..."

"Sleep for nothing!" Yang Mingyuan said excitedly, "In the past, when we were fighting, we could go without sleep for three days and three nights without any problem. Don't worry about us. We'll just take a nap on the way. Let's talk business first."

"Let's eat first!"

"That's fine..."

The two old men ate two large bowls of porridge, three meat buns each, and two eggs each. Then they put down their bowls and chopsticks, wiped their mouths and finished.

"Let me talk about it!" Yang Mingyuan took the initiative to take the job. "Regarding your personal rewards, treatment and other matters, someone will naturally talk to you after you return home. Don't worry, the country will not forget any of its heroes..."

"Oh, how can this be so embarrassing!" Zeng Wangcai said insincerely.

"What belongs to you is yours!" Yang Mingyuan glared, "It's not good to be too modest. In fact, the country can't give you much. You know that you don't lack anything. According to your current situation, you live a better life than anyone else in the country. But, I want to say but...

"Reputation is something that cannot be purchased with any amount of money. When you return, the leader will receive you and give you the reputation you deserve. There will be no obstacles in your work in the country."

This reward is huge and is exactly what Zeng Wangcai wanted.

I can't be the second generation because I don't have anyone supporting me from above. So I will be the first generation and support my second generation.

After saying this, Yang Mingyuan continued: "Let's talk about the current situation on Wangye Island. If what you said is correct, your uncles and aunts judge that the Americans will severely crack down on it...

"They may send out two fleets at once to wipe out Wangye Island. This is their usual style. They have classified "Grey Wolf" as a terrorist organization, and they don't need a reason to attack it. Even if it is a country, they will not have any concerns unless the target is very powerful...

"While they are attacking us, they are also showing us their strength..."

This is how the iron-blooded generals who have survived in the country judged what Zeng Wangcai had done. It must be said that they know a lot about the Americans.

This judgment is even stronger than the extreme situation Zeng Wangcai imagined. Zeng Wangcai originally thought that the Americans would send at most one fleet.

But it doesn’t matter. There is actually not much difference between one or two.

"What should we do? There is nowhere to run..."

"Run away!" Yang Mingyuan said unhappily, "Your previous strategy was correct. The ship is on the sea, so you can move to another place after firing a shot. It's a guerrilla war, making full use of the advantages of the ship.

"Now that there's a Prince Island, where are you going to run? Don't you want such a good piece of land? So, the only option is to fight..."

"I said we still have to fight!" Zeng Wangcai said happily, "Give me a nuclear warhead, and I'll take it to No. 1 for the prince to replace it, and I'll nuke it to pieces..."

"Nuclear you, you big-headed ghost, what are you thinking about all day long?" Yang Mingyuan glared again, "Is war a joke? Once you really fight, it will be a fight to the death. When we say fight, we don't mean to fight the Americans. To be precise, we don't want to fight the Americans themselves..."

Zeng Wangcai listened to the clever tricks that the old foxes came up with, and finally had to admit that the old foxes are still the most cunning.

All the strategies we come up with are aimed at the Americans, while the strategies they come up with are aimed at the Americans' minions.

"First, you have to make it clear to the international community that Gray Wolf is not a terrorist organization. Whether or not you can be recognized is very important, and you have to make it clear.

"Then, we have to find an opportunity, an opportunity to launch a missile. As long as the missile is launched, as you said, the Americans will not be able to intercept it. If it hits the target, the Americans will be scared to death..."