Chapter 3153
Even Bodhisattvas Must Seek Help for Themselves
Chapter 3153 Even Bodhisattvas Must Seek Help for Themselves
Next to the workshop, there was a table and three chairs.
Ran's father, Lao Zheng, and Ruan Wenzhe took their seats.
Tea was served, and the three of them started chatting.
"Director Ran, the speed of your development is truly astonishing."
Ruan Wenzhe picked up his teacup, took a sip, and put it down with admiration.
Although Ran's father was not good at socializing, he could still maintain appearances, not to mention that he had Old Zheng helping him out.
"Mr. Ruan, you flatter me."
"Our achievements today are the result of the unity and concerted efforts of the people across the country."
"I believe that your country has developed vigorously since its unification and the people have become the masters of their own country."
Ruan Wenzhe grinned slightly upon hearing this, but his heart was filled with bitterness.
When that time comes, the relationship between the two sides will be very different from what it is now.
Last time, a conflict arose over the island issue, and the other side cut off the aid altogether.
That's not all; more importantly, they directly sent a fleet to smash those guys in the south to smithereens.
You know, those things will all be their spoils of war once they are unified.
That's great, it's become scrap.
They've lost twice as much, but they don't dare say it outright, much less provoke a conflict.
Thinking of their historical status, Nguyen Van Trieu felt even more worried.
If their northern alliance leader doesn't support them, they'll truly be at their mercy.
My thoughts quickly faded; now is not the time to dwell on these things.
After all, Nan'an hasn't been eliminated yet, so we can't afford any mishaps.
"Mr. Ran is right. As long as the country is unified and the people are the masters of their own destiny, we can develop with peace of mind."
Ruan Wenzhe smiled and nodded, then looked at Zheng Shuangyan, "So, I have another very important matter to discuss with Director Zheng."
Old Zheng put down his teacup and smiled. "Mr. Ruan is referring to the artillery reconnaissance radar, isn't he?"
Ruan Wenzhe immediately nodded, "Yes, it's about the Longbow radar."
At this point, Ruan Wenzhe's expression turned serious. "Director Zheng, since we have the help of the Longbow radar, we have gradually gained the upper hand in our artillery battles with the enemy."
"However, there are too few of these weapons and equipment to cover the entire battlefield."
"Especially since the enemy's artillery numbers far exceed ours, the only way to counter them is with the help of this Longbow radar."
"I came here specifically to discuss this matter."
After listening to Ruan Wenzhe's explanation, Old Zheng nodded and said, "Mr. Ruan, I've come here for this very reason."
After speaking with a serious expression, he said, "Sir, you may not know that the production of this kind of artillery reconnaissance radar is extremely difficult. Otherwise, it wouldn't be just us and the United States that can produce it now."
Ruan Wenzhe agreed, saying, "I understand that, which is why we are so eager for your assistance."
Zheng Shuangyan just shook her head and sighed, "Mr. Ruan, if I remember correctly, we already sold you two last time, right?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ruan Wenzhe looked somewhat uncomfortable.
But Zheng Shuangyan continued, "But what was the result?"
"You just handed one over to the Alliance, that's not very ethical."
"Our General Manager Yang was furious when he heard about this, because it could lead to the leakage of our technology. You should understand the reasons why."
Cold sweat broke out on Ruan Wenzhe's forehead. He took out a handkerchief and wiped it away, feeling a mixture of love and hate for the alliance.
When we bought the radar last time, we clearly agreed that we would take one back to study.
Once the research is complete, Bei'an can have as many as it wants.
But now?
It's been almost two years.
I didn't see a single hair.
Oh, it's not like there's nothing at all.
During our last phone call, the other party said they had already grasped the basics and could manufacture it once the technology was in place.
However, it will take time.
Damn time, that's what they need most right now.
If those guys from Southampton were to become familiar with all the supplies and equipment left behind by the United States, the difficulty would increase dramatically.
The alliance is unreliable, so we had no choice but to ask for help this time.
After wiping away his cold sweat, Ruan Wenzhe said, "Director Zheng, as you know, we are backed by your side and the alliance. Even the supplies we purchased were advanced by the alliance."
"If they ask, would we dare refuse?"
He put on a pitiful look, but Old Zheng wasn't buying it.
“Mr. Ruan, there’s no point in telling me this.”
"My superiors have already said that, considering our long-standing friendship, they can sell me one unit."
"But there's only one left."
Ruan Wenzhe was anxious upon hearing this, as he had come with a mission: to bring back at least three platforms.
But right now, the other party is only willing to sell one unit. What can he do?
"Director Zheng, one machine is far too few; it simply cannot cover the entire battlefield."
"At that time, it will be the blood of countless revolutionary fighters."
"Director Zheng, this one really won't do."
Ruan Wenzhe almost burst into tears; this was just too ruthless.
Their gaze fell on Ran's father, hoping he would put in a good word for them, but Ran's father just held his teacup and did nothing.
They didn't even bother to look at the two of them.
Although he felt somewhat guilty about the tungsten rod incident, how could he possibly let his father speak up for the other party and refute his own son-in-law?
Neither reason nor kinship supports his actions.
Seeing that Ran's father remained silent, Ruan Wenzhe could only look at Zheng Shuangyan again.
"Dean Zheng, rest assured, I guarantee that the radar we acquired this time will definitely be used on the battlefield and will never be given to anyone else."
Zheng Shuangyan shook her head directly, "Mr. Ruan, you may have misunderstood."
As she spoke, she sat up straight. "This decision was made by our superiors. Do you think a mere director like me could make that decision?"
Ruan Wenzhe was speechless for a moment after hearing this.
That's when I realized I had indeed targeted the wrong person.
"However, I can remind you of something."
"The fact that we were able to give you one this time was thanks to the strong advocacy of our superiors."
"You know, what happened last time broke a lot of people's hearts."
"If you want to go to Beijing, then you should be prepared to lose everything."
Looking at Zheng Shuangyan's malicious smile, Ruan Wenzhe suddenly shivered, then took a deep breath and slowly sorted out his thoughts.
Clearly, the other party was reminding him that this was the limit of what he could offer.
Know when to stop, otherwise you'll be like a snake trying to swallow an elephant—insatiable and greedy.
Perhaps, partnering with the alliance last time was a mistake.
The regret was fleeting, but Ruan Wenzhe quickly composed himself and then smiled, "You're right."
"Sigh, it was indeed our fault last time."
"Director Zheng, we hope you will put in a good word for us when you return to Beijing. We will definitely follow your lead in the future."
After adjusting his attitude, Nguyen Van Triet immediately displayed a warm smile and enthusiastically stated his position, albeit a rather flexible one.
But saying it and not saying it are two different things.
Seeing that the other party was so cooperative, Zheng Shuangyan breathed a sigh of relief.
If the other party really intends to go to Beijing, then the final variables could become very large.
The key issue is that I didn't complete Yang Xiaotao's task, which won't do.
It seems the mission was accomplished.
"Director Zheng, when will we be able to receive the radar?"
Ruan Wenzhe asked cautiously, and Zheng Shuangyan leaned back in her chair and said calmly, "As soon as the money arrives, we'll deliver it immediately."
Upon hearing this, Ruan Wenzhe gave another wry smile.
If nothing unexpected happens, it should be ten million US dollars.
Seriously, they're so greedy.
However, he also knew that after so many transactions, if he didn't pay, the other party could really keep dragging it out.
"Okay, we'll call as soon as possible."
Ruan Wenzhe said seriously, thinking that he would go back and immediately complain to the alliance leader, and only the other party could help him pay the bill.
Looking at Zheng Shuangyan's smiling face, Ruan Wenzhe asked himself again, 'Are these guys really revolutionary comrades?'
Half an hour later, the monk got up and finally finished the drawing.
The three of them got up and came over.
Zheng Shuangyan carefully examined the monk and realized that he was indeed quite skilled.
The yellow and red dyes actually drew a Bodhisattva on the black stick.
Moreover, this so-called Acala Bodhisattva looks somewhat imposing without being angry.
"Director Ran, it's finished."
"I'll leave the rest to you."
Ruan Wenzhe looked at the tungsten rod and then spoke to Ran's father.
Meanwhile, a staff member nearby took out a camera and took a picture of the stick.
This was also Nguyen Van Triet's request; he wanted to take it back and give an explanation.
"No problem, please wait a moment."
Ran Fuchong nodded to Ruan Wenzhe, and then instructed the staff to begin installing the tungsten rods.
The group arrived at the observation room on the second floor. Ruan Wenzhe and the other two stood in front of the glass, watching the installation work below intently.
Although he didn't understand it, Ruan Wenzhe was completely engrossed in watching it, as if he wouldn't miss a single detail.
Beside him, the middle-aged man who helped with the construction squinted, trying to remember everything he saw.
At the same time, he gripped his trouser legs with both hands to suppress his inner excitement.
The installation was completed half an hour later.
"Mr. Ruan, we need to move this to the launch pad, please move over!"
Ran's father smiled again, and the three of them turned their attention back to watch the satellite being loaded onto the truck and leaving the workshop.
"Okay, Director Ran, thank you for your help."
"Of course."
Immediately afterwards, Ran's father left with the three of them, while Zheng Shuangyan had already disappeared from sight.
Ruan Wenzhe didn't care. The other party had already completed their mission, and whether they were in front of him or not was unimportant to them.
Meanwhile, on the truck, Zheng Shuangyan was standing in front of the satellite, and after inspecting it, she finally spotted a red handle.
Before setting off, he underwent specialized training at the Ninth Division.
Step forward, grasp the red handle, and pull it down forcefully.
Then, a clicking sound came from inside the satellite.
He then turned around and entered the driver's cab from the carriage.
Inside the satellite, the robotic arm that was originally holding the tungsten rod is completely locked. To launch it, someone would have to go up into space and manually release it.
But given Bei'an's capabilities, it's simply impossible for them to do so.
The vehicle entered the launch site as usual.
Then we awaited launch.
Night is about to fall.
The legs of Nguyen Van Trieu and the other two were getting numb from sitting on the viewing platform.
But his gaze was fixed on the launch pad in the distance, unblinking.
Finally, in a beam of white light, the rocket launched, followed by a small white dot that grew farther and farther away until it disappeared from sight.
Time passed slowly, and the three of them looked anxious, glancing at the radio beside them from time to time.
In the middle of the night.
After a day of high spirits, Nguyen Van Trieu was starting to feel the strain.
But the next second, a hissing sound came from the radio.
I woke up instantly.
This is a channel they specially prepared; once the satellite is launched, it will broadcast the conversations they have prepared.
"This is the great People's Army of Annam"
When the familiar voice came over the loudspeaker, the three of them jumped up from their seats.
"Success."
"Long live."
"Amitabha!!!"
The three of them were shouting, acting like madmen.
In the distance, Ran's father and Old Zheng leaned against the railing, watching this scene.
"Have we gone too far?"
As Ran's father listened to the other person's cries, he felt a sense of guilt.
The other side is also fighting for their own revolution.
Old Zheng took out a cigarette, lit it, and said with a realistic laugh, "What's this about going too far or not going too far?"
"It's better to rely on yourself than on others."
"They even painted a Bodhisattva image on it, do they really think the Bodhisattva will work?"
"If it were truly effective, why didn't it protect us all those years ago?"
He turned to look at the launch center behind him and said calmly, "So, if you want others to respect you, you have to stand up for yourself."
Ran's father also turned around, snatched the cigarette from Lao Zheng's hand, and stomped it out.
Then, with a surprised look on Old Zheng's face, he said, "Smoke less, and you'll live longer."
"Only by living longer can you see further and see better."
Old Zheng opened his mouth, then shook his head helplessly, "Fine, you're right."
Then came silence, followed by a soft laugh.
In the distance, the laughter continued unabated.
(End of this chapter)