Just as Anderson and Brown were sitting in the luxury box of the Shangri-La Hotel, proudly pushing their glasses and changing their lamps, in an unknown hotel standard room a few kilometers away from here, Liu Haotian was standing by the window, a pair of thick eyebrows twisted into a pimple, forming a deep "Chuan" character at the center of the eyebrows, arms wrapped around his chest, one hand holding the cigarette he had just lit, and took a deep puff.

Wisps of green smoke slowly erupted from his mouth and nostrils, and in the delicate ashtray on the small coffee table on his left, it was already densely filled with cigarette butts, and Cao Xiaodong, who was standing behind him, stood there straight, his sharp eyes flashed a little hesitation and confusion, I don't know whether to say it or not, but just when Cao Xiaodong was at a loss, Liu Haotian still smoked the cigarette in his hand quickly, and then snuffed out the burned cigarette butt again in the already full ashtray, and then asked in a deep voice:

"The Iranian side didn't say why?"

"No!" Cao Xiaodong shook his head: "They only said that they received instructions from China, and they didn't say anything else!"

"Hmph! Domestic instructions?" Listening to Cao Xiaodong's words, Liu Haotian couldn't help but snort coldly, then turned around, and a pair of red eyes shot two decisive glances in an instant, and then asked coldly:

"In addition to the United States, which countries has Iran recently been in contact with arms dealers?"

"In addition to the United States, Iran has recently been in contact with arms dealers and representatives of military enterprises in Britain, France, Italy, the Soviet Union and other countries, but we don't know the specific situation!" Cao Xiaodong replied truthfully and respectfully, after finishing speaking, Liu Haotian nodded, and just wanted to continue to ask this question, when the door of the room was suddenly knocked gently, Liu Haotian saw this, and glanced at Cao Xiaodong, Cao Xiaodong hurriedly turned around and walked quickly to the door, after confirming that the person who came was his own person. Fang Cai opened the door, then took a telegram, and then returned to the house and handed it to Liu Haotian who was standing by the window.

Liu Haotian took the telegram. Hurriedly glanced at it, and only wrote an ancient poem by Wang Wei in the Tang Dynasty: "Alone in a foreign land as a stranger." If ordinary people see this telegram, they will not feel anything unusual, it is just a well-known ancient poem.

However, this ancient poem is of great significance in Liu Haotian's eyes, especially the addition of "Lao Suo", which made him deeply surprised. Immediately after that, his brows, which had already been twisted into knots, tightened even more, and he secretly wondered in his heart: "The old chief is in a hurry to rush back at this time, is it true that he must be forced to stop arms sales to Iran under US pressure? If this is the case, it is not at all in line with the character of the old chief, is it a high-level leader?"

"Chief, chief" Just when Liu Haotian looked at the telegram and fell into deep thought, Cao Xiaodong's soft call came from his ears, which made Liu Haotian immediately wake up, and then ignored Cao Xiaodong's worried gaze, and said in a firm tone:

"Inform all personnel, immediately pack up and prepare to return home!"

"Ready to return to China?" heard Liu Haotian's words. Cao Xiaodong couldn't believe his ears, and then looked at Liu Haotian in front of him incredulously, and asked puzzledly:

"Chief, we haven't finished talking about Iran yet, why don't we?"

"I don't know where the matter has come to?" Liu Haotian had a calm face, and his tone of voice was even more stern and unquestionable, Cao Xiaodong knew that there was no room for maneuver, so he stood up to Liu Haotian and responded loudly: "Yes!" and turned around and went out to inform and arrange, while Liu Haotian faced the window again. lit a cigarette, took a sullen puff, and muttered softly with a wisp of green smoke slowly rising:

"Old chief, do you have a better way?"

"Do you have a better way? Brother Jiadong!" Thousands of kilometers north of Singapore, the telephone receiver of the No. 1 Guest House of the General Staff in Beijing came out faintly, but Lu Jiadong, who answered the phone, couldn't help frowning slightly after listening to his wife Chen Ziyue's question, and then thought for a moment and then said:

"If you can't do it, you can persuade Yu Weiwei to take the initiative, anyway, she is similar to a female man, and it is not impossible to take the initiative to attack!"

"Brother Jiadong. Your description is so vivid!" After listening to this strange and novel word, although Chen Ziyue was surprised, she did not seem too surprised, after all, Chen Ziyue has long been accustomed to these, if Lu Jiadong can't say one or two new words one day, she feels very strange, so Chen Ziyue just praised it a little, and then continued to get back to business:

"But have you ever thought that Yu Weiwei is a man no matter what, but after all, she is still a daughter's family, and it is not easy for Hu Qinghua to be interesting to me as a good friend, and you also let her take the initiative to tell that elm pimple, Brother Jiadong, you also know what kind of character Hu Qinghua is, if he refuses without appreciation, how will Yu Weiwei see people in the future?"

Since Lu Jiadong received an emergency order to go to Beijing in Yangcheng, although Chen Ziyue was a little reluctant, as a family member of the military industry, she still understands her husband very well, but the original plan to spend the summer vacation with Lu Jiadong came to naught, which still made Chen Ziyue a little disappointed.

But at this moment, her friends Yu Weiwei and Fang Wenxia proposed to go back to Sanlin City with Chen Ziyue, and while spending the summer vacation with Chen Ziyue, they also enjoyed the picturesque scenery of Sanlin, which Chen Ziyue naturally accepted happily, so Chen Ziyue took the two to return to Sanlin with the Luo couple.

Originally, Chen Ziyue, Yu Weiwei, and Fang Wenxia had a complete set of detailed vacation plans, but as the saying goes, people are not as good as heaven, and the plan can't catch up with the changes.

However, Yu Weiwei is okay to say, but Hu Qinghua, who is the assistant director and technical section chief of Wanshan Factory, is like a stuffy gourd, but he is not open, so Chen Ziyue is very depressed, so that the correspondence and telephone communication with Lu Jiadong are mainly to discuss this matter, and Lu Jiadong's mind is not the same as Chen Ziyue, not to mention that he has seen Yu Weiwei, no matter how good he looks or conduct, Hu Qinghua will definitely not suffer, so he is also actively helping and offering advice.

But no matter what, I still know about Hu Qinghua and Lu Jiadong, whether it is in the previous Red Star Factory or the current Wanshan Factory, Hu Qinghua is notoriously arrogant, not to mention that his eyes are higher than the top, but ordinary things may not be able to enter his eyes, because of this, Hu Qinghua's temper is very stubborn, like is like, dislike even if the knife is on the neck, it is still not like, because of this, when listening to Chen Ziyue's words, Lu Jiadong really didn't know what to say.

And Chen Ziyue, who was on the other side of the earpiece, waited for a long time, and didn't hear Lu Jiadong say half a word, so he sighed faintly: "Alas! If only Brother Jiadong could come back!"

"Yes, I think it's going to be soon!"

"Really?"

"It should be about the same, after all, the matter here has come to an end, so I should be able to go back soon!" Lu Jiadong was right, at that time, he was recruited to Beijing mainly to participate in arms sales to Iran, but when he arrived in Beijing, he learned that there were some variables on the Iranian side, so Liu Haotian, director of the Third Bureau of the General Staff Bureau, personally went to Singapore to conduct more in-depth contacts with the Iranian side, so that Lu Jiadong, who was originally ordered to go to Beijing, was idle.

But at this moment, Tan Bin, director of the armament department of the General Staff Department, found him and asked him to bring out the summary report on the development of the new artillery and the new artillery reconnaissance and school firing radar, and now the report has almost been completed, as for the arms sales to Iran, according to the experience of Lu Jiadong's later generations, there should not be any major problems, after all, the real historical context is like this, so naturally there is no need to worry.

It is precisely because of this that Lu Jiadong came to this conclusion, and Chen Ziyue on the other end of the phone was naturally very happy when he heard Lu Jiadong's words, but when the two continued to complain to each other on the phone, a cadre in the duty room wearing a military uniform walked quickly to Lu Jiadong's side and reminded softly:

"Comrade, your time is almost up!"

Hearing this, Lu Jiadong hurriedly raised his arm, only to find that the prescribed five-minute call time had arrived, although he was helpless, but the conditions at this time were like this after all, fortunately, Lu Jiadong was in the army at this time, and with the special approval of Tan Bin of the General Staff Armament Department, he could also make a five-minute free long-distance call, otherwise, not to mention whether the long-distance call is expensive or not, it is still unknown whether it can be called, because of this, although Lu Jiadong was helpless, he still said a brief goodbye to Chen Ziyue in accordance with the rules, and hung up the phone。

At this time, it was already more than eight o'clock in the evening, Lu Jiadong had already returned to his room in the guest house, sat at the small desk, looked at the dark night outside the door, thought about Hu Qinghua and Yu Weiwei, smiled slightly, and then sighed softly to himself:

"I really don't know if Hu Qinghua can seize this opportunity!"

But just as this sentence was blurted out, Lu Jiadong suddenly thought of something in his mind, and then the corners of his mouth couldn't help but open slightly, and he muttered:

I don't know how many times the words "seize the opportunity, seize the opportunity, seize the opportunity" were repeated, and suddenly the bright eyes couldn't help but freeze, and then he picked up the pen on the table, leaned over, and wrote rustling on the letter paper in front of him (to be continued). )