The rebirth of the Hong Kong Island chaebol, starting with a short-selling Eagle Sauce

"Yaland, I want two MiG-29s and two Su-27s, including their design drawings."

The playboy on the other end of the phone hugged two big girls with slim waists and long legs and said with a smile:

"Lee, are you going to fight somewhere? You actually asked for these two most advanced fighter jets."

Arland has long been accustomed to the whims of his partners. Even if Wang Lei asks him to build an aircraft carrier, he will not be surprised.

"I'm not kidding you, buddy. This is a big deal I've pulled off. Whether we can make a fortune depends on the network you've been bragging to me about."

Arlande only thought for a few seconds before responding:

"A few planes is not a problem. I will ask them to dismantle them into parts and send them to you. The key is that you need the customer to promise us that these four planes will not be allowed to appear in the international field for at least five years."

"You can rest assured that they will never be used in actual combat."

Everyone is smart, and Arland immediately guessed that someone wanted to imitate these two fighter jets.

This gave him a lot of peace of mind. As long as the other party was not stupid enough to use these aircraft for actual combat, there would be no problems.

"What do the design drawings say?"

"According to the confidentiality regulations, each part has a dedicated designer. It is difficult to bribe everyone, but for me... it is not difficult. Leave it to me. Although it will take some time, it is not a problem."

"Okay, I know you can do it. As for the price, leave it to me. I guarantee you will be satisfied."

Arland smiled and said:

"It's up to you to decide the price. You are the major shareholder, so you have the final say on everything."

Returning to the box again, everyone looked at him.

The look of anticipation and longing is moving.

Chief Zhao couldn't wait to ask: "Mr. Wang, how are you doing?"

"No problem at all. We can support cash on delivery. We will give you part of the design drawings first, and you will be able to verify the authenticity. Once you are sure it is genuine, it will not be too late to pay."

Hearing what Wang Lei said, Chief Zhao's worries suddenly disappeared and he smiled gratefully:

"Mr. Xiao Wang is indeed a cheerful person. Don't worry, the motherland will not default on its debts."

The way he looked at the Wang family and his son was different now, and he had a new understanding of the Wang family's extraordinary abilities.

If the Wang family and his son were just distinguished guests before, at this moment, they have risen to the level of state guests in his heart.

The representatives of the military are even more drunk.

This time Wang Lei was drunk without any surprise.

When I woke up from bed the next day, I had forgotten how I got back. I only vaguely remembered that until the end of my drink, I held hands with Chief Zhao, patted my chest and said:

"Tell me what you like. There's nothing not for sale here. I can even get you an aircraft carrier."

At that time, Chief Zhao's eyes revealed something strange.

When Wang Lei thought about it now, he secretly felt a headache. He just hoped that Chief Zhao would not take the wine talk seriously.

As soon as I walked to the door, I heard a female warrior complaining carelessly:

"Isn't he just a wealthy man from a port city? Does he need to send us to protect him personally?"

Both inside and outside the words, he was very dissatisfied with Chief Zhao's arrangement.

A little soldier next to her hurriedly stopped her and said:

"Bai Chu, you'd better say less. The other person is not an ordinary rich man. You didn't know last night that not only could he help us get the Su-27, but even the aircraft carrier is not for sale."

"Just him?" The female soldier surnamed Zhao was full of disdain. "You also believe the bragging in the wine shop. If the Su-27 is so easy to buy, why do we have to wait until today."

After hearing this, several other people felt that it made sense. After they calmed down last night, they all felt that Xiao Wang was always exaggerating his abilities.

What can a rich second generation from Hong Kong City do that even state agencies can't do?

Just when Zhao Ling wanted to "attack" Wang Lei further, the door to the suite slowly opened.

Several people hurriedly puffed up their chests, their faces a little red. They also felt that talking about others behind their backs was not what a gentleman should do.

Zhao Ling, who was wearing a pair of braids, couldn't help but look at the rightful owner whom he was forced to protect.

Today, Wang Lei is wearing a black jacket on the upper body and jeans on the lower body. He has the same hairstyle as Guo Tianwang. His dress is more fashionable than the current fashion in Hong Kong City.

Zhao Ling's eyes suddenly lit up, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, what a handsome boy.

Wang Lei, who originally wanted to refuse protection, had other thoughts in mind after seeing Zhao Lingying's dashing appearance.

Zhao Ling didn't have the fat and thick appearance in the impression of a female soldier at all. She was fair and clean, and people couldn't help but take a second look at her.

"Mr. Wang, after the chief knew that you were going back to Mang Village, he sent a few of us to protect you."

"protect me?"

Wang Lei and Liu Hu both had playful expressions on their faces. It wasn't that he looked down on the soldiers of the Dragon Kingdom, but Zhao Ling looked like this. If he was really in danger, he might not be using a set of gangster excitement punches.

It’s still unclear who will protect whom then.

"Who are you looking down on? I am a ranked contestant in the women's martial arts competition. Hitting you is like drinking water."

"Hey, I'll definitely try it out when I get the chance to see if it's really that powerful."

If he hadn't drank too much last night, Wang Lei would have really wanted to try out some of the moves taught to him by Master Li Qing with Zhao Ling.