Gyanendra is just a government official, he knows what the plane looks like, and he knows a little about its performance, but how to produce it and what technology to use is a mess, and it is even more unclear about the planning and layout behind Zhuang Jianye and Tengfei Aviation Manufacturing Corporation.

So after listening to Zhuang Jianye's words, he didn't say anything, but in his heart, he put the newly learned Chinese slang on Zhuang Jianye's head.

That is to say, Nepal is a small country with weak strength, and there are not enough funds in the world, and there are too few models in the world that can meet the needs of Lukla Airport, otherwise how can it be possible to find China and your Tengfei Aviation Manufacturing Corporation?

Do you think that your China is the United States or the Soviet Union, or does the Tengfei Aviation Manufacturing Corporation think that it can compete with Boeing, McDonnell Douglas, Airbus, Tupolev and Ilyushin?

I actually want to skip these giants to formulate my own standards, and I have seen those who are not able to do anything, but I have never seen such a self-determination.

Gyanendra, who was despised in his heart, did not show the slightest expression on his face, and still talked and laughed with Zhuang Jianye, but who was Zhuang Jianye, and Gyanendra couldn't see through that little bit of caution.

However, Zhuang Jianye did not go up to the pole to explain to Gyanendra, they Tengfei Aviation Manufacturing Corporation opened its doors to do business, welcoming guests and sending love.

Come and buy it sincerely, then it will be good to drink and eat and be entertained, and if you don't have that mind, there is no need to put a hot face on people's cold butts.

So Zhuang Jianye was OK all the time, and he didn't have the slightest intention of begging someone to buy, which made Gyanendra very disappointed, he had lowered his body and gave Zhuang Jianye a few steps, but the person in charge of the young aviation factory was like being blind, and he didn't see it.

I almost didn't vomit blood to Gyanendra, it's so obvious, I haven't seen it yet, do you have to let yourself go into battle shirtless and bargain directly? What has become of his dignified high-ranking Nepalese official, the humble merchant in Lukla Town?

After seeing the factory history exhibition hall of Tengfei Aviation Manufacturing Corporation full of photos of various celebrities, leadership inscriptions and award pennants, Gyanendra nodded pretendedly: "I didn't expect your factory to have so many honors, I admire it very much, but unfortunately the time is limited, I can't understand them one by one, because I will be entrusted by the ambassadors of France and other countries tomorrow to go to the southern border of Tibet, ready to pick up the foreign reporters stranded in Rugel Town, and when it is finished, I will return to Nepal." ”

As he spoke, Gyanendra looked around at the honors that were all around him, and continued with some regret: "Of course, after we go back, we will study the plateau eagle of your factory, and I hope you can understand this, after all, I am only an official in Nepal, and many things need to be decided at a higher level." ”

The implication of Gyanendra's words is already obvious, that is, if you don't reduce the price, I will leave, and then it will be delayed, depending on whether you sell it or not.

Zhuang Jianye naturally can't get used to it, and he still wants to bargain for two or three million dollars, so what does Tengfei Aviation Manufacturing Corporation think of?

So Zhuang Jianye didn't understand, and enthusiastically reached out to shake Gyanendra, and said very pertinently: "Then I wish you all the best." ”

Before the words fell, he pointed to the whole area in a dashing manner: "Come, Mr. Gyanendra, let's take a photo together." ”

Gyanendra was a little confused when she heard this, but before she could understand what was going on, the photo of him stiffly shaking hands with Zhuang Jianye was frozen on the film by the professional photographer of Tengfei Factory.

At this moment, Gyanendra finally understood how those celebrity photos on the wall came from, but it was too late to stop them, the photos of others were all taken, and he didn't say that he had to hang them on the wall, what could he say, he could only twitch a face and say: "I hope we have a chance to meet again." ”

He led his entourage away without looking back.

Zhuang Jianye said goodbye politely, and even owed the etiquette to the door, so he sat on the rest chair of the exhibition hall, and then remembered something, and asked Xiao Zheng, the assistant next to him: "Just now Gyanendra said that he would go to the border to pick up the trapped reporters?"

"Yes!" Xiao Zheng nodded.

"Those foreign reporters aren't afraid they've been sleepy for a month, right?"

"No, about three weeks. ”

Zhuang Jianye nodded slightly, and said with some sympathy: "It seems that those reporters are also very human, and they have been able to persist until now? En~~ I admire it!"

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Marcelo and Merklene, who were admired by Zhuang Jianye thousands of kilometers away, did not have the slightest spirit of admiration, but were very weird, their beards were plucked clean, the fluff on their faces was also meticulously handled, and their eyebrows were heavily coated with black dye.

If it weren't for the identification documents of the two of them, the French and German embassy staff in China who came with Gyanendra would not have believed that the people in front of them were Marcelo and Merklene.

There is no way, the gap between the photos in their hands and the two in front of them is too big, and I really don't know what they have experienced in the past three weeks in Rugel Town.

Marcelo and Merklene, what else can they go through, it is really the blood and tears that silence the men and the women cry.

It stands to reason that the two should have been picked up more than a week ago, but at this time the news spread that Mendingale had been tortured to death by the rioting people in the town of Ruger, and it was expected that the British government of Mendingale would blow it up immediately.

and New Delhi instantly fell into a frenzy.

New Delhi was so angry that no one should go back, so Marcelo and Merklein were dragged for another week, and that's it, the change of New Delhi officials led to a change in the attitude of the local garrison and the victims towards these two unlucky guys.

Seeing that this continues, the two of them will follow in the footsteps of Mendingale and go to see their beloved God grandfather.

For the sake of their families, for the sake of survival, for the glory of the uncrowned king, Marcelo and Meklein gritted their teeth, their hearts crossed, and closed their eyes from the commander of the local garrison who had bad intentions towards them.

For a whole week, Marcelo and Moklyn lived an unashamed life with the garrison commander, and even if they were well-known news agency reporters, they could not describe the thrilling and unforgettable scenes.

can only be buried deep in the heart.

Therefore, when the staff of the French and German embassies in China asked about what happened to the two, Marcelo and Moklein Chrysanthemum were inexplicably a little uncomfortable, but the two still gritted their teeth and said with a smile that they were fine.

However, the embassy staff did not seem to be very satisfied with the answers given by the two men, and they kept asking all kinds of questions all the way, until several people boarded the Y-6 transport plane prepared for them by the Chinese Air Force and successfully lifted off.

Marcelo and Merklein didn't want to answer at all, but if they didn't say it, they were afraid that the embassy staff would think too much, but it would be self-defeating, seeing that the French embassy staff in China was still asking questions, Marcelo, who had a lot of eyes, rolled his eyes, looked up at the environment of the cockpit, and preemptively asked the staff who were ready to ask questions: "Alas~~ Did you find it, this plane is very quiet." ”

As soon as these words came out, Marcelo, who was supposed to change the topic, was suddenly stunned, and immediately looked at everyone with wide eyes: "Really, the cockpit is really quiet, quieter than a private jet made in Europe!"