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Well, the courier of the bald man has arrived.

"The back eight pits are yours, the first eight pits are ours, you just pull them out by yourself, say okay, don't eat black yo, if you have other ideas, my brothers in my hands will tremble, if they tremble, half of your Far East will be leveled."

While Gorshkov went down to sign for the delivery, the officer, who was clearly a bit of a talker, was still chattering.

Gorshkov was speechless and signed his name on a document, but to be honest, he really had the urge to eat black, this is currently the most advanced strategic nuclear submarine in the world, compared to it, the 658 type that the Soviet Union has just begun to build is like a muddy tractor, but this kind of thing can only be thought about, as the guy in front of him said, they trembled and almost half of the Far East was leveled.

"Do you want to inspect the goods?"

After watching him sign, the officer asked with a smile on his face.

"Inspection?"

"Yes, even if we shoot you a shot, whatever you designate a target, we promise to erase it for you."

The officer said.

Gorshkov immediately shook his head, a total of eight missiles, these are all real treasures, if you knock out one, there will be one less, and if you really want to test fire one here, the large radar of the US military in Korea will definitely be able to detect it, and they are not ready to let the outside world know that the Soviet Union has this kind of thing for the time being, and it must be completed after the nuclear submarine built for them is completed.

The officer was disappointed and took out a large box and said, "This is a complete set of technical information and operation and maintenance manuals." If you have any questions in the future, you can consult us. ”

Gorshkov looked at him with a complicated look in his eyes. I saluted somewhat gratefully.

Just as the Soviet sailors were under the guidance of the Ming sailors. When the eight solid-fuel submarine-launched missiles belonging to them were pulled out one by one from the launch tube of the nuclear submarine, in the distant Yingtian, Yang Yuanfeng was wearing his special python dragon robe, sitting in the stands of Yingtian Stadium. Keep waving to the surrounding audience.

This was the entrance ceremony of the first Asian Games.

Originally, the Asian Games should have been held three times at this time in history, but everything changed because of the birth of Yang Fuhrer, for example, the first was New Delhi, but at that time, New Delhi had just been burned by Ming bombers, Nehru couldn't take care of the refugees, and the reparations alone were almost vomiting blood, so how could he have the leisure to do this. The second edition is Manila, but the Asian mayhem has just ended, and whoever is in the mood to sit together and play with these things, the third is Tokyo. At this time, Tokyo can still hold sports games? Besides, the Japanese government doesn't have the money to open it?

Therefore, the first Asian Games was delayed again and again, until Yang Yuan's first speech. In the end, it was decided to hold it in Yingtian this year.

"Führer, the goods have arrived."

Hu Hao leaned over to Yang Yuan and whispered.

The latter nodded in satisfaction.

This is enough, his submarine-launched missile can be copied in a short period of time at the current level of the Soviet Union, and with the same technological strength of the Soviet Union, it is completely possible to build the first real strategic nuclear submarine in two years, so that by the time of the Cuban Missile Crisis, the cards in the hands of the bald man will be very powerful.

At least he doesn't have to be so aggressive, if he wants to play conventional, he has four aircraft carrier formations, and if he wants to play nuclear strikes, he has intercontinental missiles and strategic nuclear submarines, who is afraid of whom!

America, in the final analysis, if you don't burn the fire to the Americas, you can't hurt the foundation of the United States at all.

"Führer, what are you laughing at?"

Xia Meng, who was beside him, asked curiously.

This guy is now surrounded by beautiful women, except for his two wives, a small secretary, two dance artists from Assam, and two veiled female artists from Pakistan who are said to be Pakistani, and they don't know what they do, and no one can see what they look like anyway. There is also a veiled lady who is said to be a certain noble lady in Persia, and no one knows what she looks like, and she can't even see her figure, but she is quite tall, slightly taller than Yang Fuhrer. In addition, there is Her Royal Highness the Persian Princess, who is not veiled, and wears a short skirt designed by a fashion designer in Paris, and a bunch of female stars under DreamWorks, Ranke Agency, and Columbia Pictures, such as Hepburn, Monroe and even Sophia Loren were pulled under his banner.

There are also a lot of local beauties.

Over the years, Hong Kong's film industry has basically shifted to Daming, after all, Hong Kong is such a small market, and Daming cannot be compared, especially when it came out of Shanghai, and now it is under the wing of Yang Yuan, Lu Yuntao's electricity is still the boss, leaving the Great Wall, Shaw Brothers and the like are chasing behind, because of the special relationship with Yang Feng, Ranke and Columbia Pictures also have a certain share here, which can be said to be very prosperous.

"It's nothing, I'm just thinking, if I hadn't shown up that year, should this Asian Games be held in Tokyo?"

Yang Feng said with a smile.

Of course, Xia Meng wouldn't know that if it weren't for the appearance of Yang Yuan, the Asian Games in Tokyo would have been held last year, and her mind couldn't understand so many things, so she just smiled a little blankly.

At this time, on the track below, a team of Chinese athletes in suits was walking by, and a little beauty in front of them was holding a sign that said Beijing.

"Go, talk to them, I'd like to meet the athletes from the north later."

Yang Feng raised his hand and called an attendant and said.

Comrade Li's participation in the Asian Games was purely a hard pull from him, after all, the relationship between the two sides is special, and Yang Feng also promised to temporarily put aside the issue of the relationship between the two sides, since this is the case, of course he will not refuse to participate, not only Xinhua participated, but also the bald guy was invited to participate, Yang Yuan threatened the bald guy if he didn't come to let the Ming businessmen in Taiwan withdraw their investment, so in the end, one of the two families participated in the Asian Games in the name of Beijing and Taibei.

The attendant returned shortly after leaving, and the other party agreed.

"Let's go!"

Yang Feng waved to the surrounding army of beauties, and dozens of warblers of different skin tones immediately stood up, clustering around him like a moving flower basket, and poured into the athletes' lounge with a wanton fragrance and blinding light.

At this time, dozens of Xinhua athletes who had already been notified had already lined up and waited, showing the demeanor of believers with full spirit.

"Hello comrades!"

Yang Fengyi stretched out his hand and said.

"Hello Chief!"

The athletes subconsciously said, and only after finishing speaking, they reacted, it was not a chief in front of them, it was the notorious Southeast Asian tyrant, the rotten feudal remnants, and the rulers of the Ming Empire, and their expressions immediately became unnatural, and Comrade Lin and the officials in charge of leading the team next to him also had some embarrassed expressions.

Yang Feng nodded with unrealized satisfaction.

There are more than 30 athletes in this group, it should be said that the number is not much, but considering the nature of this matter, even if only one person participates, it can be regarded as a breakthrough, most of these people are men, only a few female athletes, but they seem to be in good spirits, they are all chartered by Daming Imperial Airlines, but they are much stronger than Li Huitang and they relied on their performances to raise travel expenses.

"What's your name, what's the project?"

He approached an athlete who was in his twenties and at least vaguely impressed by his appearance.

"Rong Guotuan, playing table tennis!"

The latter said loudly with his head held high.

"Yes, with spirit, I like you like this, send you to the racket!"

Yang Feng said with satisfaction and stretched out his hand back, and a waiter hurriedly handed over a pair of Stica rackets, influenced by him, big balls in sports in the Ming Dynasty are more popular, such as the football league has long been launched, and even ranked number one in the world, and participated in the World Cup in Sweden last year, and reached the top 16, Li Huitang is now his national team head coach.

As for small balls, there are still very few games, especially table tennis, but badminton is relatively popular.

"What about you?"

Then he tapped one of the athlete's shoulders, whose muscles were so hard that they shook his hands.

"Chen Jingkai, weightlifter."

The latter replied.

"When I go back, remember to bring him a ton of canned beef, as well as the food and accommodation of these people here, everything is according to the standards of athletes on our side, and it is the Ming family, so don't make any exceptions."

Yang Feng turned back to the attendant and said.

"Your Excellency, we are ......"

As soon as he said this, the official who led the team quit and said righteously, but then he was stopped by Comrade Lin, Yang Feng glanced at him very casually and turned around and walked away with his beautiful army, and the official immediately behind him sounded a very dissatisfied accusation: "Lao Lin, what are you doing, don't make mistakes on principle, great ......"

"Go, let's go see that one again."

Yang Feng said to the attendant.

The bald man's Asian Games delegation is slightly larger, with a total of more than 40 people, and only Yang Chuanguang knows the name, originally he was the gold medal in the track and field decathlon of the Manila Asian Games in history.

"Yes, a good boy, give you a pair of running shoes!"

Yang Feng patted him on the shoulder and said.

The attendant in the back hurriedly handed a pair of running shoes.

His actions immediately dispelled the nervousness of these athletes, you must know that these athletes are young girls and young men, he himself belongs to the idol faction, followed by a bunch of first-line stars, including top superstars such as Hepburn and Monroe, after finding out that the head of state actually does not have a bit of national leader style, a few bold immediately asked for autographs, when Yang Feng happily agreed, the others also cheered and pounced on their favorite stars.

In this way, in a cheer, the first Asian Games officially began in Yingtian.

At this time, the Wa Kingdom was struggling in the quagmire of war, division and poverty.

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, and it must be better! (To be continued.) )