Chapter 1331
The Pictorial Sells Well, Yi Zhonghai Feels Frustrated, Bang Geng Loves to Study, Li Ai
With the transport plane and Queen's private jet missions already scheduled for the new year, no other missions will be assigned.
This year, the Qianmen Locomotive Depot has a heavy workload, so there are no shift work days or holidays. They are working regular hours, and the benefits are still good.
The locomotive depot is currently producing in-demand products, from instant noodles to hand warmers and electric blankets, all of which are urgently needed in winter.
In order to coordinate materials and arrange workers for production, Xing Duanzhang lost several kilograms in half a month.
Li Aiguo was also glad that he had separated research and production back then, so he didn't have to be in charge of production; otherwise, he would be really too busy right now.
With only a month and a half left until the Chinese New Year, the researchers in the studio are still very enthusiastic.
Since the full payment for the Queen's private jet has arrived at Hextech, we can get started.
Actually, the Queen's private jet is not that difficult to manufacture.
To put it simply, it's a modified version of a small plane, slightly larger, with a cabin that can seat 6 people.
For safety reasons, a parachute system was also specially installed.
The fuel tanks have also been enlarged, and the current range is enough to fly from the UK to France in one go without stopping to refuel.
The real challenge lies in the design.
After several days of deliberation, Li Aiguo finally finalized the design details.
The exterior is painted in dark blue, while the waistline is outlined in light gray.
The sides of the fuselage are prominently painted with the St. George's Cross and the Duke of Edinburgh's coat of arms, giving it a royal air.
As for the interior decoration, Li Aiguo did not go for the ostentatious gold style he used to do this time.
Foreign nobles nowadays prefer understated luxury and find using gold too tacky, which conveniently saves Li Aiguo a lot of money.
The design incorporates dark walnut wood tones and dark blue leather, and the carpet and curtains are all in place.
There's also a small bar counter in the middle, the kind with refrigerated compartments.
The title of "Queen's Private Jet" was so impressive that even Section Chief Xing couldn't resist coming over to join in the fun.
"Tsk tsk, tsk tsk, if this thing were cheap, I'd like to get one too."
Upon hearing this, Chief Engineer Qi joked, "Xing Duan, even if this plane were given to you as a gift, you still wouldn't be able to afford to fly it."
That's true.
Even a small airplane is still an airplane. It costs twenty yuan to fly and circle in the air, which is half a month's salary.
After inquiring about the flight costs, Section Chief Xing couldn't help but sigh at how extravagant these foreign nobles were.
"Oh, right, Aiguo, I almost forgot to tell you something. A journal publisher just called my office, saying they're looking for you and want you to call them back when you have time."
Section Chief Xing watched for a while, then prepared to assign tasks, but remembered something just before leaving.
The call from the journal's publisher must have been made by He Yuanshan.
Just as the morning's work was almost finished, Li Aiguo took off his gloves and told Chief Engineer Qi and the others to take a break and prepare for lunch.
He then returned to his office and called the journal back.
The phone was answered after ringing twice, and He Yuanshan's excited voice came from the other end.
"Patriotism, great news! The editor-in-chief has personally reviewed your artwork and is very satisfied. He plans to publish it immediately, and the title will be 'Young Eagle Pictorial'!"
Upon receiving this definite news, Li Aiguo was very pleased and said with a smile, "Thank you so much, Editor He."
"You're too kind, it's all thanks to your excellent drawing." He Yuanshan seemed very busy on the other end of the line, with the background filled with the sounds of people and machines running. He hurriedly said a few words and then hung up the phone.
For the next few days, Li Aiguo spent his time tinkering with the Queen's private jet in the aircraft workshop.
The manufacturing difficulty of special-purpose aircraft is not on the same level as that of transport aircraft, and the progress is relatively good.
Of course, safety is still the most important thing.
This is the Queen's private jet, and Li Aiguo doesn't want the Prince to crash it suddenly due to quality issues while he's driving it around in the sky.
That would be a huge problem.
Time just passed by day by day.
On Tuesday, as soon as Li Aiguo returned to his office, he heard shouts coming from outside.
"Brother Aiguo, there's a package for you."
Yan Jiecheng came in excitedly with a package, handed it to Li Aiguo, and asked curiously, "Aiguo, what's this?"
"It should be a journal."
Li Aiguo saw the words "Comic Strip Magazine" on the package, opened it, and sure enough, there were several copies of "Young Eagle Pictorial" inside.
This cover design unusually uses red printing, making it vibrant in color.
Inside, there are also beautiful red-page illustrations, which feel quite exquisite.
"Brother Aiguo, what do you think of this kid's stuff? Hey, did you draw this?" Yan Jiecheng had recently seen the kids in the compound borrowing sketchbooks from Xiao Hongsheng.
“That’s the one.” After saying that, Li Aiguo put the “Young Eagle Pictorial” in the cabinet and sat down to continue working.
Yan Jiecheng stood there, scratching his head, looking incredulous: "Brother Aiguo, you can publish a book just by drawing a few pictures?"
This is really weird!
But then again, these picture books are all for children, will they sell well?
Li Aiguo didn't care about sales figures.
After getting off work, Li Aiguo sent several sample copies of the book to Qin Lao, who was far away at the 8th Flight Academy in the Gobi Desert.
That's really expensive; the postage alone cost one dollar and ten cents.
Just as Li Aiguo was writing the mailing slip, the Xinhua Bookstore in front of Xizhimen also welcomed its first wave of customers that morning.
When adults come to a bookstore, they usually head straight for various reference books, buy them, and leave.
But the children were different. As soon as they entered, they all rushed into the comic book section, looking around the shelves to see what new items had arrived.
"Hey, there's a big airplane here!" A sharp-eyed little boy spotted a new book with a red cover at a glance.
The vibrant color was so eye-catching that he couldn't resist reaching out his little hand and picking it up.
A companion leaned over for a glance, then curled his lip in disdain: "What's so interesting about this? It's just a big airplane. We'd rather watch 'Chicken Feather Letter,' that's much more exciting!"
"What do you know! Look at this fighter jet, how beautiful and imposing it is! This is our country's J-5! And look under the wings, there are missiles on it!"
Upon hearing this, his companions all gathered around.
For these teenagers, fighter jets plus missiles are an absolutely irresistible temptation!
Which boy doesn't dream of being a hero?
Who wouldn't want to pilot a gleaming fighter jet, soaring through the blue sky and white clouds, and launch a missile at an enemy plane with a "whoosh," smashing it to pieces?
This picture book, in particular, is exquisitely illustrated.
Inside, the illustrations and text vividly depict the wonders of fighter jets and missiles.
Although the book does not involve specific parameters, it uses the most accessible and easy-to-understand illustrations to allow these children to appreciate the mechanical beauty of the aviation industry for the first time.
Even in the afternoon, when the Xinhua Bookstore staff were getting ready to leave work, the group of children were still squatting there.
"Kids, it's time to close up shop. Come back tomorrow!" The saleswoman walked over, looking at the group of engrossed children, and couldn't help but smile and urge them on.
The little boy holding the magazine looked up, his eyes full of reluctance: "Auntie, we have to go to school tomorrow, so we don't have time to come. Can we borrow this book?"
"That won't do. This is a newly published journal, and we don't lend it out. Why don't you wait a while, until the bookstore gets more stock, and then you can come and look at it?"
Several children stared at the "Young Eagle Pictorial" magazine, reluctant to leave.
The group huddled together and whispered among themselves for a while, then finally gritted their teeth and decided: let's just buy a copy!
I went to ask about the price, and wow, it wasn't cheap at all; each book cost 25 cents.
That's how it was back then; a single issue of a large pictorial magazine cost 50 cents, while the "PLA Pictorial" cost 80 cents.
Common periodicals like "Lianhuanhuabao" have a uniform price of 25 cents.
This might not seem like much to adults, but for these children who usually only have coins in their pockets, it's a huge sum of money.
The children took out the money they had saved to buy snacks, pooling together a few cents here and there until they had enough, and handed it to the shopkeeper.
The sales clerk was stunned when she took the handful of change.
You know, these kids are old acquaintances, they usually just look but never buy, what's going on today?
The sales clerk tidied up the bookshelf, and couldn't help but frown.
"That's not right. There were thirty issues of 'Young Eagle Pictorial' in total. How come there isn't even one left?"
The sales clerk was startled and quickly returned to the counter to check the records.
If this book is lost, even though I won't have to pay for it, I'll still get criticized.
Besides, thirty books is a large number.
This investigation revealed something quite alarming; the sales clerk gasped in shock.
"They're all sold out!"
The sales clerk was momentarily stunned, knowing that the child didn't have much money and was reluctant to buy books.
Besides, it's a picture book.
"Could this book be... going to be a bestseller?"
The same scene was playing out almost simultaneously in several other Xinhua bookstores in Beijing on the same day.
Early the next morning.
He Yuanshan had just arrived at the editorial office and hadn't even had a chance to sit down and have a cup of tea when he received a call from Xinhua Bookstore.
"Hello, is this the magazine office? This is Xizhimen Supply and Marketing Cooperative. Your 'Young Eagle Pictorial' is sold out. Please send another batch."
"Sold out so quickly?" He Yuanshan replied casually, not really taking it to heart at the moment.
"Okay, I'll go arrange it right away."
But just as he hung up the phone and was about to contact the warehouse, the phone rang again.
Over the next half hour, he received several calls from Xinhua bookstores in Beijing urging him to restock his books.
It was only at this moment that He Yunshan suddenly realized that things seemed to be getting a little "serious".
"Hello, is this the magazine publisher? This is the Xinhua Bookstore in Beixinqiao. We need two hundred copies of 'Young Eagle Pictorial,' the sooner the better!"
"This is the princess's section, I need five hundred copies."
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After hanging up the phone, He Yunshan stood there, stunned.
Just then, the editor-in-chief strolled out of the office carrying a large tea mug and happened to see He Yunshan's shocked expression, which made him a little curious.
"Xiao He, what are you daydreaming about so early in the morning? What happened?"
"Editor-in-chief, 'Young Eagle Pictorial' is sold out," He Yunshan said, twisting his stiff neck.
"The first batch sent out was a full five thousand copies, and it's already sold out? Hmm, we need to send out some more quickly." The editor-in-chief didn't seem to care, just thinking that it sold out fast enough.
However, He Yunshan's next sentence almost made the editor-in-chief spit out the tea he had just drunk.
"Editor-in-chief, it's not five thousand copies... it's the twenty thousand copies of our first issue that have all been sold out!"
And there simply aren't enough copies to go around; the bookstores downstairs are ringing off the hook with calls urging us to restock. We need at least another 10,000 copies!
The editor-in-chief's eyes widened: "You... what did you say?! You mean, a children's science picture book sold 30,000 copies in just two days?!"
"This is just the amount from the last two days; the news probably hasn't spread completely yet. If it goes on for a while and the kids spread the word, the sales will likely be even higher!" He Yunshan nodded heavily, his tone full of disbelief.
The editor-in-chief was stunned for two seconds, and then an overwhelming surge of excitement welled up in his heart.
My goodness, this is another super hit product that I've accidentally created!
Of course, the term "hot item" wasn't popular back then.
But the editor-in-chief, who had worked at the journal for so many years, knew the truth.
Creating such a phenomenal bestseller is of immense benefit to both the reputation and performance of the entire magazine and to him, the editor-in-chief!
"This Comrade Li Aiguo is really something else. His previous Kung Fu Panda was a bestseller all over the world, and now he's made a Young Eagle Pictorial, which is also selling very well. This is the hardest popular science picture book to sell."
The editor-in-chief waved his hand and shouted excitedly, "Reprint! Notify the printing plant immediately and reprint!"
"Yes!" He Yunshan instantly understood what the editor-in-chief meant.
Popular science books are also an important part of education.
From this perspective, the popularity of "Young Eagle Pictorial" has a much deeper significance than that of ordinary comic books.
Just as adults have their own social circles, children naturally have their own social circles as well.
From rolling iron hoops to spinning tops, and then to flying kites.
Among children, whoever possesses the rarest toy will always be surrounded by the other children and become the king of the kids.
And now, this kind of thing is called "Young Eagle Pictorial".
When the first issue of "Young Eagle Pictorial" was brought to the children's friends.
The exquisite fighter jets and cool missiles instantly captivated everyone's hearts.
Owning their own copy of "Young Eagle Pictorial" has become the biggest dream for every child in the compound.
The same applies to courtyard houses.
Ever since Xu Damao bought the first book for Lotus.
Da Mao, Er Mao, and Xiu'er also bought a copy together.
Then Yan Jiefang and Yan Jiedi used the scrap they collected with Uncle San to sell for money to buy a book.
Liu Guangfu and Liu Guangtian secretly sold the second uncle's wine bottles.
Seeing his peers in the yard all holding copies of "Young Eagle Pictorial," Banggeng stood in the yard, his eyes red with envy.
He really wants to buy a copy so he can show it off at school!
But he neither picked up scraps nor dared to steal his second uncle's wine bottles.
Banggeng also knew that Qin Huairu would never give him money; his second uncle would only give him a belt.
However, Bang Geng was a smart man, and he quickly thought of someone: Yi Zhonghai.
"Grandpa, are you off work? You must be tired. Let me help you."
Banggeng eagerly went up and took Yi Zhonghai's arm, her little mouth as sweet as honey.
"Grandpa, you look really energetic today!"
Yi Zhonghai was so flattered by his words that his face broke into a wide smile: "Oh, Banggeng is so sensible today, he knows how to care for an old man."
Seeing that the time was ripe, Banggeng stopped hiding his true intentions and revealed his ultimate goal: "Uncle, could you lend me two and a half cents?"
Upon hearing the words "borrow money," Yi Zhonghai's smile froze instantly, and he frowned warily: "Bang Geng, what do you need the money for? Want to buy some more sex toys?"
"No way! Don't worry, I'm definitely not doing this for fun!" Bang Geng thumped his chest loudly and announced.
"I want to buy books! I want to study!"
When Yi Zhonghai heard that Bang Geng had bought books, he was a little stunned. When did Bang Geng become so fond of studying?
But this is a good thing, it's better than stealing chickens and dogs, right?
"What book do you want to buy? No need to borrow it, come on, I'll take you there, and I'll pay for it for you!" Yi Zhonghai was cunning and shrewd, so he naturally wouldn't let his guard down.
"Alright! It's a book called 'Young Eagle Pictorial.' Come on, sir, I'll take you to Xinhua Bookstore!" This time, Bang Geng really didn't fool Yi Zhonghai, and pulled him to Xinhua Bookstore.
Yi Zhonghai was initially quite happy.
But when they arrived at Xinhua Bookstore, and Bang Geng picked up the bright red picture book from the shelf and handed it to him, Yi Zhonghai took a closer look and his face instantly turned dark.
"This looks a bit like what Li Hongsheng took out a few days ago; both have airplanes."
“That’s right, it was painted by Li Aiguo,” Banggeng replied.
Yi Zhonghai: "..."
In the end, at Banggeng's insistence, Yi Zhonghai reluctantly took out 25 cents from his pocket.
The moment Yi Zhonghai handed the money to the sales clerk, he felt as if his heart was bleeding. It hurt so much!
The results of it?
It's only been a few days! This lousy picture book they created has already been published!
And judging by its momentum, it's even become a bestseller!
Isn't that a slap in the face? It's been a resounding slap in the face!
What frustrated him most was...
Li Aiguo made a fortune from his writing and became very famous. Not only was he embarrassed, but now he also has to pay out of his own pocket to buy Li Aiguo's books!
What kind of mess is this! My heart aches even more.
"Grandpa, you're so kind to me, even kinder than my own grandfather!"
Bang Geng raised his head and looked at Yi Zhonghai.
Seeing Bang Geng's expression, Yi Zhonghai sighed and thought, "Fine, let's just consider this a way to make up for the mistakes we made back then."
Li Aiguo only learned of the huge success of "Young Eagle Pictorial" when He Yuanshan arrived at the Qianmen Locomotive Depot.
"So, you sold 50,000 copies?" Li Aiguo poured He Yuanshan a glass of water and added some sugar.
"It's not just 50,000 copies. That's all the printing plant can produce right now. We've already received orders for 100,000 copies," He Yuanshan said excitedly.
"And this is only the sales volume in the vicinity of the capital! We haven't even shipped the catalogs to other places yet!"
If we wait until it's rolled out nationwide, the total sales... I estimate it will definitely be in the millions!
"Teacher Li, do you know what this means? 'Young Eagle Pictorial' will become the best-selling popular science book of all time!"
Well, without realizing it, history has been made again.
Li Aiguo stroked his chin, feeling that he had unknowingly put on a huge show of bravado.
But I must say, it actually tastes pretty good.
Seeing that Li Aiguo was busy with work, He Yuanshan didn't chat for long and said directly, "Teacher Li, our journal has held a meeting and we would like to formally invite you to continue drawing the second issue!"
"How about we turn this single-volume picture book into a regularly published popular science magazine? What do you think?"
Li Aiguo had long had this idea: to attract more children to like aviation, which was the purpose of creating the "Young Eagle Pictorial".
"Then it's settled." He Yuanshan felt like he had struck gold. With the "Young Eagle Pictorial" magazine, his promotion to deputy editor-in-chief was just around the corner.
After seeing He Yuanshan off, Li Aiguo spent the morning in the aircraft workshop.
The construction of the Queen's private jet is progressing rapidly, and it is now more than half completed, with seats being installed.
Zong Xianfeng even came up with a brilliant idea: to move the heated seats from cars to his private jet.
This thing can't compare to those of later generations.
To put it simply, it's basically a ring of heating wires laid under a layer of heat insulation pad.
“Brother Aiguo, other departments are giving out welfare items for the New Year, shouldn’t we give out some too?” Zong Xianfeng connected the wire and tried it out.
Li Aiguo touched it and found it was indeed quite hot. He nodded and said, "If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have completely forgotten about it."
Li Aiguo turned and went into Section Chief Xing's office. Before he could speak, Section Chief Xing laughed and said, "You little rascal, did you come here to ask me for welfare items? Don't worry, I've already prepared them for you great contributors!"
This year has been a bumper year for the Qianmen Locomotive Depot, and the welfare benefits have also been quite plentiful.
Each of the researchers in the studio received fifty kilograms of camel meat, which they obtained from Xiao Yi's family.
In addition, there were large chunks of beef and mutton, and bags of refined white flour.
Besides the studio, there's also one at the Red Star Computer Research Institute.
Andrei Trading Company also specially delivered a large quantity of vodka to those Russian professors.
To celebrate a bountiful year, the institute also organized a grand gala party.
Several plump female experts from Mao Zedong, adapting to local customs, even rehearsed a Yangko dance.
The scene at the rehearsal... well, how should I put it?
The song is nice, but the dance moves are a bit cringe-worthy.
Li Aiguo glanced at the scene from below the stage and felt goosebumps all over his body. He quickly made an excuse and turned to leave.
Today is the last batch of large off-road vehicles to be shipped to the port city before the Lunar New Year, and he still has to keep an eye on it.
In the following days, Li Aiguo focused all his efforts on urging the manufacture of the Queen's private jet.
At this point, there are only ten days left until the Chinese New Year.
In the port city, dealers breathed a sigh of relief as they watched the large off-road vehicles being delivered in a steady stream.
This year, pre-orders for the large off-road vehicle have reached one million units.
To fulfill these orders, the mainland side made a great effort, completing 800,000 vehicles.
As for those that cannot be delivered, we can only ask the customers to wait.
Good cars are worth the wait.
The distributors were anxious, but they didn't have any good solutions, since the production capacity was limited.
What surprised the distributors was that Yang Jizong, the representative of Hextech, was not there; instead, it was Bai Guanjia who was there.
Where is Yang Jizong?
He was sitting in the office of the Qianmen Locomotive Depot, chatting with Li Aiguo.
"Patriotism, our joint venture plans overseas have recently made great progress."
Funding and personnel are almost ready.
However… the exact location for the factory has yet to be decided.
As Yang Jizong spoke, he took out a map of the John Bull family and spread it out on his desk.
On the map, several circles were drawn with a red pen.
There are several circles on it.
This is the location chosen by John Bull's people and Adele; it's situated in an industrial area with convenient transportation.
"I see."
Li Aiguo moved his finger across the map, settling on a point: "Right here."
Following the direction Li Aiguo pointed, Yang Jizong saw the location clearly and couldn't help but frown.
This area is located in the Beckton area on the lower Thames River. It used to be a coal wharf, but it is now abandoned.
"Isn't this place too dirty?"
"Haha, Lao Yang, that's exactly what I want! Not just this little dock you mentioned, I mean... buy this entire area for me!"
Li Aiguo smiled.
Yang Jizong's eyes widened: "Are you planning to seize land from John Bull's family?"
That's right, that's exactly what Li Aiguo thought.
In this era, due to the decline of shipping after World War II, large areas of the original gas plant, old coal wharf, and swampy wasteland in Beckton were abandoned and left idle.
Most importantly, this place was part of the so-called Freehold area under the John Bull family's land system.
In other words, once you buy it, you will have permanent and absolute ownership of this land!
As someone who traveled from the future, Li Aiguo was all too aware of the future value of this land.
With the subsequent recovery of global shipping and the expansion of London.
This piece of land on the banks of the Thames would be absolutely worth its weight in gold in later generations!
Now that there's such a great opportunity to snag a bargain at rock-bottom prices, Li Aiguo certainly won't miss it!
Yang Jizong nodded: "We need a port to transport equipment and goods to John Bull's house. This is an excellent deep-water port. This is the place."
Yang Jizong is very efficient.
A few days later, far away in London.
Yang Jizong, dressed in a sharp suit, was accompanied by two top-notch chartered lawyers.
They appeared in a somewhat dilapidated old manor near the Beckton area.
The land's original owner, Earl Graham, sat to one side, looking helpless.
This land by the Thames has been their family's ancestral property for hundreds of years.
The chartered lawyer opened the documents and began to explain directly:
"Your Excellency, let us confirm again. This land in Beckton has a total area of 864 acres."
Its nature is that of completely permanent private property, with no lease term restrictions and no land rent required.
The land also includes a 1.2-mile stretch of Thames River shoreline.
The local government has approved the industrial land use designation for this area.
This means that my employer will no longer need to go through the cumbersome approval process to build factories or private docks here in the future.
Why would you sell such a prime piece of land?
The Earl of Graham gave a wry smile and explained why he was forced to sell the land:
"Gentlemen, do you think I would willingly sell my ancestral property?"
The damn inheritance tax that the Labour Party has set is just too high!
The highest tier involves a whopping 83% tax!
If I don't sell this land and leave it to my descendants, just paying this astronomical amount of taxes will drain all of our family's cash and assets. We simply can't afford it!
Our local aristocratic friends are now in dire straits, barely able to save themselves, and none of them can afford such a large piece of land.
I was forced to sell it.
One party had a reason to buy, and the other had a reason to sell; the two parties quickly reached an agreement.
This vast 864-acre plot of land cost a total of over ten thousand pounds.
Including the 2% stamp duty payable on the transfer, the total is less than £20,000.
There are no other hidden fees.
These days, the Bull family's tax policies can be described as quite "bizarre".
John Bull family members who purchase land or inherit land from previous generations are required to pay a heavy tax of up to 85%.
Foreigners, or companies registered abroad, who purchase land from the John Bull family, are exempt from this heavy tax, and even the property tax can be waived!
Li Aiguo couldn't help but admire the John Bull family's relentless efforts in eliminating their own aristocracy.
It is true that land is privately owned.
However, they have to pay high taxes every year, and if they can't afford it, sorry, they'll just confiscate it.
If you want to sell, you'll have to pay high taxes.
This is a real hot potato.
Without further hesitation, the count picked up a pen and signed his name on the transfer contract.
The family land, which had been passed down for hundreds of years, was thus sold.
After the lawyer checked all the property documents, he handed them to Yang Jizong.
"Sir, the transaction is complete. This land by the river is now entirely yours."
The chartered lawyer handled this deal very well. This Asian guy is a bit foolish; who would buy such a run-down place?
Although it was cheap, it had long since fallen into disrepair.
What puzzled the lawyer was that the Asian man did not sign his name, but instead used a seal with the words "Li Aiguo" engraved on it.
Who is Li Aiguo?
The chartered lawyer didn't think much of it; as long as there was money to be made, why bother with so much else?
"So, we own a piece of land with the John Bull family?"
In the capital, Li Aiguo, and young Miss Chen, upon hearing the news, widened their eyes in excitement.
Foreign land is still land.
However, Ms. Chen quickly asked again, "How big is 864 acres?"
"About five thousand mu," Li Aiguo said while holding Xiaomingwei.
"More than 5,000 mu? Brother Aiguo, you're a big landowner now!"
At first, Ms. Chen was a little scared, but she quickly calmed down.
However, she thought again that Brother Aiguo was always reliable in handling matters.
This land purchase must be for a larger plan, and it must have been approved by the higher authorities!
With support from above, what is there to be afraid of?
Thinking of this, Ms. Chen's worries immediately vanished.
"Oh dear, if you become a big landowner, then... then wouldn't I be a landlady? Oh my... hehehe..."
Miss Chen chuckled twice, stood up, and was about to start cooking.
At this moment, He Yushui knocked on the door and came in. After greeting Chen Xueru, she took the book and went to Li Aiguo.
"Brother Aiguo, school's out for the next few days, could you... could you please help me catch up on my studies?"
"Was he sent back by Chen again?"
"He thinks I'm stupid, but I really can't understand what he's saying."
Looking at He Yushui's expression, Li Aiguo could understand how a future bigwig would feel when facing his student.
"Dead brain cells!"
However, we should still help them. He Yushui will be taking the college entrance examination next year, and this should be the last chance.
Li Aiguo spent the next few days in a busy schedule.
With five days to go before the Lunar New Year, the Queen's private jet is ready for repair in the maintenance workshop.
Li Aiguo served as the pilot. After flying several times and confirming that there were no problems, he was sent to the port city, where Yang Jizong arranged for him to be delivered to John Bull's house.
The transport aircraft will take at least another month or so to manufacture, and we haven't been rushing to finish it these past few days.
Li Aiguo has had a rare few days of leisure and is preparing to get ready to welcome the New Year.
It wasn't time to leave work yet, and I was sitting in my office drinking tea and reading the newspaper when the phone on my desk suddenly rang.
"Patriotism, something's happened. It's related to Project 639." Old Cat's voice came through the phone.
(End of this chapter)