The hotel where several people are located is relatively simple in decoration and the internal atmosphere is quite quiet.

The two men who came with Yao Sheng clearly knew everything about the automotive industry, one of them making an offer without thinking, and the other interjecting from time to time.

“…… Ford's uncertain point may be the Model A from 10 years ago. It also depends on the condition of the car, the paint, the interior and something. ”

They also took out a small abacus in front of them, crackled for a while, and finally gave a rough estimate of about 39,000 US dollars, or nearly 160,000 yuan.

This is calculated based on the depreciation price of the half-drive, and there may be more cars in good condition and less vice versa.

"Do you think that's appropriate?" Yaosheng looked at Zhou Changfeng across the table and asked, "Where should we go to receive the goods?" ”

In fact, they originally planned to divide it according to three or seven, and they only took a small head, but Yao Sheng thought that he could fight for it by feeling, so he mentioned four or six points.

Unexpectedly, Zhou really agreed, but a series of requirements were attached, which made them a little confused.

"You just send someone to Batavia, the cars are all in Tanjung Priok Port Pier 3, and the boat can be hired locally, this is the evidence." As he spoke, Zhou Changfeng slid a piece of letter paper stamped with the large seal of the 1st Marine Brigade Headquarters from the table.

"We naturally have a way in Bacheng, you don't have to worry about it, and then you just wait to receive the money and get the money."

"Don't avoid the important and trivial, if you can't do what I ask, there will be no need to continue to cooperate in the future."

Yao Sheng bowed his head slightly, stood up and saluted, and replied with great certainty: "Don't worry, it will be done." ”

Not to mention, the profit of reselling goods is really high enough, not to mention that this is almost a profitless transaction - second-hand car dealers still need to use the capital to buy, and these guys casually got a batch.

Daming's limited automobile production is basically concentrated in trucks, 110,000 trucks left the factory last year, but less than 7,000 cars left the factory in a year, and they were all preempted by buyers from all over the country The quota is in short supply.

For the purpose of protecting local auto companies, tariffs on imported cars are high, and Ford's low-end models are more expensive in the Daming market than Shanghai Junda's high-end models.

Therefore, even if it is a second-hand car smuggled in and refurbished, it is still a hot commodity on the black market.

Zhou Changfeng plans to use this income mainly for the creation and operation of companies in New Mexico and Tennessee, which are also not expected to be seriously operated to reap profits, and he simply intends to use them as possible bases for the future.

The Manhattan Project was home to these two major processing and manufacturing bases, and it is necessary to be cautious in dealing with the atomic bomb and not to take it lightly.

Although the Ming Dynasty is already preparing for the preliminary theoretical demonstration work, in order to ensure that nothing goes wrong, the long-term layout of the Manhattan Project is also necessary.

Two strongholds that are well prepared early in the morning will make it easier to carry out covert operations, which is much faster than preparing from scratch.

Although Zhou Changfeng didn't think about how to explain his risky move to play big chess at the moment, it didn't matter, anyway, it was better to hurry up and do it first.

When the time comes, he will come up with a reason, for example, he was fooled by profiteers and mistakenly thought that there were gold mines there, so he invested in those two barren states to set up a company.

At dawn on the first day of late April, the first fleet laden with booty left Batavia and set sail for a distant homeland.

In addition to the property that the generals took for themselves after the feast, there were also a large number of soldiers' mail packages, all of which were trophies sent back to their hometowns by the Ming soldiers who participated in the war.

At this time, a requisitioned Junkers Ju-52 airliner was flying overhead.

Through the round window of the plane, several officers who had returned home on the plane saw the convoy of eight freighters.

Seeing this, a naval colonel turned his head to Zhou Changfeng, who was walking beside him, and sighed: "I think that some literati and politicians in China always like to portray our people as elegant, polite and obedient, but this is simply fart, if that is the case, we are still playing in the mud in the Central Plains like thousands of years ago." ”

The latter was silent, and after a while he said meaningfully: "People have the pursuit of a better life, sometimes it is better to farm the land steadily, but sometimes it is different, knives, guns and sticks are more effective than hoes." ”

The plane passed through Singapore, Jiading, Guangzhou, and finally, when the crimson sunset stained half the sky, the plane finally landed at Gaoqiao Airport.

It took more than ten hours from sunrise to sunset, and the speed of the piston propeller airliner was still a little slower.

In fact, when Zhou Changfeng was on the way, he still felt that he didn't miss home much, but when he got off the plane and stepped on the land of Yingtianfu, he felt that his heart was lifted, and he even walked faster.

The streets of the capital are always wet in mid-April, and the light rain may continue for several days.

Hop into the Navy limousine waiting outside the airport and head north for the city.

Compared with Java, which is unbearable to the humid heat, Jiangnan is more comfortable with a subtropical monsoon climate.

"Let's stop on the side of the road."

"Yes."

Standing in front of the familiar courtyard door, Zhou Changfeng couldn't wait to knock on the door.

The last time we parted was March 18th, and I haven't seen each other for the tenth month, so what will the family be like now?

Footsteps came from inside, and with a click, the door opened.

He and Lin Xi looked at each other for two seconds, and the latter happily said, "You fast forward, just about to get the dumplings, are you either?" Shall I add more? ”

Zhou Changfeng smiled lightly: "Okay, it's even better if you have rice wine." ”

"Yes, you wait."

Then, according to his state of mind, he walked slowly into the main house.

Coincidentally, as soon as he crossed the threshold, he saw Xia Xiaoshi walking into the main hall.

"Huh? Sir, why did you come back so soon? ”

Facing his wife full of surprises, Zhou Changfeng casually took off the regular clothes he was wearing and put it on the chair next to him, and then asked with a smile: "Isn't it good?" ”

He took two steps forward, put his arm around her waist and bowed down to kiss her, "I said earlier that there is no suspense in this battle, and it is going well." ”

"The newspapers and the radio have been talking about the great victory of the Southern Expedition for the past two days...... Xia Xiaoshi put her hand in front of her heart and said easily: "It's good, I hope it will be smooth sailing in the future." ”

"Where's my daughter?"

"As soon as I fell asleep, Mr. Ling whispered, if I started crying, it would be endless......"

Zhou Changfeng let out an "um" and tiptoed into the room to the east.

Jian Jian, who was sleeping soundly, lay on her back in the car, that is, the cradle, and looked very sweet.

Zhou Changfeng, who was extremely itchy, resisted the urge to reach out and tease it, and then walked out slowly.

At this time, Lin Xi also walked over from the east wing with a tray, and two bowls of rice wine dumplings were steaming.

"Sir, do you think I should have bought more bonds?"

"It doesn't matter, more than two thousand is not a lot, we are responding to the imperial court, and we don't really plan to make money from this."

Eating soft glutinous rice balls, drinking sweet rice wine, chatting with his wife who has not seen him for many days, and complaining about what he has seen and heard these days, this night is really leisurely.

Zhou Changfeng was a little worried about whether he would be able to adapt to the big change from the battlefield to his daily life, but it turned out that he thought too much.

Perhaps the intensity of the fighting in the Dutch East Indo-Du was much higher than that of law and order, but the uncertainty was low, and the only thing that was somewhat unexpected was that the Dutch-Indian army organized the desperate counteroffensive when the 1st Marine Brigade was about to reach Ciraza.

The next day, early in the morning.

The drizzle that had been falling for days had stopped, the clouds had dissipated, and the puddles along the streets were reflected in the warm sunshine.

Eating a light noodle soup with only a poached egg, and flipping through the internal newspaper issued by the imperial court, Zhou Changfeng suddenly found that the process of hearing, preliminary judgment, retrial, and final judgment of the Fuzhou case a few months ago had finally been completed.

In view of the severity of the situation, obstructing the handling of the case, and suspected of assault and murder, as many as 11 people were sentenced to capital punishment, 28 people were sentenced to exile, and dozens of others were punished to varying degrees.

In a sense, the punishment of exile in the Ming Dynasty today is equivalent to life imprisonment, and the place of exile is a remote and desolate place, the duration is 20 years, and personal freedom is restricted, or to risk escaping is ten deaths.

Although many people in the DPRK and China tried their best to mediate, the navy, which suffered a big loss in the Fuzhou case, could not swallow this breath and said that it would not make concessions.

In addition, the 12 Shell executives and Dutch and Indian army officers who had given instructions for sabotage in the Balikpapan and Old Port oil fields were also punished the day before yesterday.

Eight of them were executed, two were sentenced to 10 years in prison, and two were acquitted.

This matter has long since changed from a criminal to a political matter, and if it is really strictly investigated, none of these twelve people will be able to escape, and they will all die.

However, in order to demonstrate and publicize their own fairness and strictness, the senior officials of the DPRK and China ordered a few people with lighter acts to be released.

Anyway, just let others believe that Da Ming is fair, and it doesn't matter if it's true or not.

"The old foxes are still cunning."

Zhou Changfeng put away the newspaper and put it on the edge of the table, and took a big sip of noodle soup.

After returning to China, his responsibilities immediately changed, and he was only the chief officer of the 1st Marine Brigade at the front, but now he has to gather Chinese and foreign military advisers every day.

The Forbidden City is as quiet and solemn as ever, but perhaps because the joyful atmosphere of repeated victories has also affected the palace, it is also a little more relaxed here.

In the second room of the east of the Zhaoren Palace, Zhu Lingjing, who had nothing to do, was very comfortable and half lying on the chair, looking at the latest issue of Chinese and foreign academic journals.

"See Your Majesty."

"Well, come in."

Zhou Changfeng glanced around, and found that there seemed to be nothing to say to introduce the topic, so he said casually: "Your Majesty's complexion looks better than before." ”

"Born from the heart." Zhu Lingjing sat up straight and threw the journal on the imperial case, "The Nanyang War is over, the overall situation has been decided, and there is a big burden missing." ”

In the past, there was a shortage of fuel, but now there is no need to worry about that.

Tin, copper, nickel, oil, a steady stream of resources will allow the Ming state machine to operate at full power without worries.

"But the situation is still very complicated, and it's easy to go it alone, but it feels too conservative and you may miss some good opportunities."

"For example?"

"Militarily speaking, an attack on the South Asian subcontinent is actually not cost-effective." Zhou Changfeng stretched out his hand and pointed to the map hanging behind him, "I agree with the attitude of the military department, after driving the British out of Burma, they will stop the offensive and concentrate on dealing with Australia." ”

"The British are already considering giving in, and the embassy has secretly sent people to negotiate and find out." Zhu Lingjing said.

Because Washington did not give a clear answer, the British could only be prepared to deal with it alone for the time being.

Europe first and then Asia, but India and India are indispensable, and Australia is also very important, so the old men in London have to consider pulling down the initiative to negotiate peace.

Australia has a population of just over 7 million and New Zealand has a population of just over 1.6 million, which together is less than 9 million, and can raise a million troops according to the level of mobilization of the industrial countries.

The actual situation is even worse, the industrial capacity of Australia and New Zealand is limited, and they cannot muster so much weapons and equipment in a short period of time, and there is a shortage of qualified officers, let alone 900,000, even 300,000 is enough.

"The willingness of the British to give in shows that they really can't do anything now." Zhou Changfeng raised his eyes and stared at her, and said seriously: "Australia's core is basically concentrated on the east coast, and the deployment of two tank troops and mobile troops can solve them, which requires about 500,000 tons of standard shipping; The subsequent purge and occupation should require 10 divisions and 1.6 million tons. ”

"It's not a question of whether you can win, it's a question of whether you can go to war." Zhu Lingjing, who looked calm, met his gaze and said lightly: "We can roughly determine the intention of the United States, they will definitely want to win Australia, and our country's attack is an excellent opportunity for them." ”

After saying that, she added, "My father also does not agree with the United States in today's situation. ”

Zhou Changfeng pondered for a few seconds and said, "The US fleet is distributed in two oceans, and it will take several months to strategically deploy and organize a transoceanic attack. If properly organized, we have plenty of time to tackle Australia's core cities and get on our feet. ”

"Well, but that's a bit wishful thinking." Zhu Lingjing raised her hand and shook it, "We will discuss it in detail at the pre-imperial meeting in a few days, the matter is very important, and there is no reason to act recklessly." ”

One month is enough time for the world to change dramatically, and the situation in Eastern Europe is more complicated and confusing than that of Western Europe, which has been temporarily stagnant.

The red-white war did not break out, but was replaced by a red-blue war that people talked about, and the relatively weak white-black forces were huddling together to keep warm.

From Estonia to Russian Poland, from Ukraine to Georgia, from vast fertile farmland to rolling hills, chaos has erupted in the ancient Russian Empire.

Some of the cities, with St. Petersburg at its core, were still under the control of White and Black, but there were few troops who made their allegiance clear.

Well, the first to enter St. Petersburg is the Rakshasa Tsar.

"Okay, I won't 'bother' you for the past two days," Zhu Lingjing picked up the cup and took a sip, and said a little jokingly: "General Zhou, please go back, ready to be promoted and awarded." ”

(End of chapter)