Chapter 462: Election Year! (First Update!)

At this moment, the Thirteen Guardians all turned their eyes to the people in Liancheng. In their wide eyes, a few words were clearly written.

[Are you trash? ]

Staring at them with murderous eyes, the mayor of Liancheng, Wang Xiaopeng, quickly distanced himself from the others, waving his hands desperately, trying to explain:

"It's none of my business. The shipyard is only here. We have no power to govern it. Really, liars are dogs."

"We have no power to govern this shipyard. The name of the ship built naturally has nothing to do with us. Don't stare at me like that."

"Really, I swear to God, if I tell a lie, I, Wang Xiaopeng, will be struck by lightning when I leave the house."

His oaths had a little effect, but they only stopped the other 12 people in the Thirteen Guardians from staring at him.

The next second, the mayor of Sucheng, who had won the 13th sister position for two consecutive years in 2001 and 2002, stood up, pointed his finger at Wang Xiaopeng and said loudly:

"Swear, if you say one word that is a lie, then the 13th sister in 2003 will be your Liancheng, and it will be your Liancheng from now on."

Hearing such a vicious oath, the others present nodded and turned their eyes to Wang Xiaopeng again.

Being stared at by a group of people, Wang Xiaopeng shook his head desperately.

What an international joke, even if he told a lie here, at most he would be despised by the dozens of people present.

But if he brought the name of the 13th sister back to Liancheng and saved Sucheng from danger, then he, Wang Xiaopeng, would be hung up and beaten by the elders and villagers of Liancheng tomorrow.

It was the kind of whip dipped in salt water and iodine.

While whipping, he healed his wounds.

After thinking about it, he looked at Lin Yu for help, and sent a rescue message with his eyes.

Lin Yu received the message, shook his head gently, and said to Jiang Daqiao:

"Mayor Jiang, you really misunderstood Mayor Wang. They don't have the right to decide the name. We have, but only half."

"We can only determine the name of the ship, not the hull number, and we can't name it randomly, so you don't have to force Mayor Wang to swear."

"This is the condition for our negotiation with Guangdong Province, and there is only this condition, nothing more."

"I have said this. If Mayor Jiang believes it, then believe it. If not, then forget it."

"I just don't know if everyone present is willing to continue investing?"

After these few words, the conference room became quiet again. Although the Thirteen Taibao were not very satisfied with each other, they always wanted to annex each other and pry off the position of Jinling City.

But they are not fools.

Listening to Lin Yu's words, a group of people began to think about the pros and cons.

At the same time, he was also thinking about how to add his own name to other ships.

But after thinking about it, he found that it was a little difficult.

It was impossible to name it after the province of Jiangsu, but he wanted to use his own name.

His wallet was not too full.

After a long time, Guo Chun from Xucheng knocked on the table with his hand, drawing attention to himself, and then asked Lin Yu:

"Mr. Lin, I dare to ask, can we have a ship, and what is the profit of this project?"

Ship! Profit!!

The people present came here for a profit.

Now hearing Guo Chun's bold question, the rest of the people pricked up their ears, and at the same time looked between Guo Chun and Lin Yu.

In their hearts, they began to calculate the gains and losses.

At this time, Lin Yu also slowly raised his head, from left to right, so that the people on the opposite side could see it one by one.

After looking at the last person, his eyes fell on Guo Chun again:

"The naming of Guangdong Province is a benefit for those who try it out first, and I don't have the ability to build 14 ships at the same time, so it won't work."

"As for the benefits, I have already made relevant plans. At most three years, we can earn back the cost and make a profit!"

"As for how to implement it specifically, I have no way to tell you!"

"But I am Lin Yu, and I never break my promise. I do what I say."

The voice was very soft and gentle, but also very domineering.

The words fell very calmly into the ears of Jiang Daqiao and others. After a brief silence, Jiang Daqiao was the first to raise his hand and applaud:

"A good man's promise is worth a thousand gold. Let's put the boat aside for now."

"Mr. Lin said that there will be returns in three years. I, Jiang Daqiao, am not like them, who are timid. I, Jiang Daqiao, believe in you."

"I believe you can lead us to a new world. We will pay the 1.167 billion yuan!"

The words were very heroic, and Jiang Daqiao's actions were also very heroic. He stood up and patted his chest hard, as if to announce to other cities that Jinling has a bright future.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he was hit by the other 13 Taibao.

"Jiang Daqiao, you are looking for death, right? We collected the money together, it's cash."

"You, Jiang Daqiao, can represent us again, right?"

"I think it's better for us to choose a new provincial capital. I propose that Liancheng be the provincial capital."

"Xucheng is the most suitable. Our location has been a strategic point since ancient times. If we unite together, we can restore the glory of Huaihai."

Amidst the noise of these people, Hao Jianguo carried a briefcase, walked around the long conference table, and came to Lin Yu.

He calmly took out a few documents from his briefcase and placed them on the table.

After spreading out the documents one by one and setting them up, he explained: "Although Su Province 13 Taibao has money, it is still a bit troublesome to come up with so much cash."

"So our 13 cities came together and collected 1.167 billion yuan."

"This document is the corresponding funding statement."

"This document is a transfer document. When the time comes, you can take this document and the transfer consent form to the head office of the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China in Jiangsu Province, and you can withdraw the money and mention it to your bank account. Account.”

"Next, it's up to you."

Along with Hao Jianguo's explanation, Lin Yu also opened these documents. Judging from the signatures and seals on the documents, they were at least more than 48 hours old.

In other words, the mayors of the 13 cities in front of them had actually reached an agreement 48 hours ago.

So why are they still here?

He moved his eyes away from the documents, moved his eyes to Hao Jianguo's face, and asked, "Then you are here?"

Facing the inquiry, Hao Jianguo raised two fingers and explained:

"Two reasons."

"The first reason is that we want to find out why you were able to convince Secretary Zhong. You must know that he is very smart."

"We are afraid of you and have reached some conditions in the middle that may be unfavorable to us. It's that simple."

"The second reason is that no one from any one of our 13 cities can represent the other 12 cities."

"If you don't understand, you can recall what Mayor Jiang Daqiao said just now."

"If we hadn't come, he might have said that all of this was due to his efforts. It was his eloquent tongue that persuaded one person after another from south to north, from beginning to end, to get these funds."

"Item 1 is not important, it is item 2 that is important."

Hao Jianguo did not suppress his voice, and when the two of them were talking, the others were very cooperative and did not speak.

Therefore, these sounds were accurately transmitted to Jiang Daqiao's ears.

When Lin Yu turned his gaze, Jiang Daqiao puffed up his chest without fear, but after looking at Lin Yu for a moment, he turned his gaze elsewhere with a guilty conscience.

But his mouth still refused to admit it: "Am I, Jiang Daqiao, that kind of person? Ask your conscience, am I that kind of person?"

Seeing that there was going to be another quarrel, Lin Yu quickly raised his hand to interrupt.

After suppressing all the sounds, he said to the people present:

"Everyone, since everyone is here, I will be bold and show my kindness as a landlord."

"Let's go around the factory twice first and show you the current production status of our factory."

"Then, we will go out for dinner in the evening and eat famous dishes from Guangdong Province."

"Set off!"

Grabbing the documents on the table, he waved his hand and led the crowd out of the conference room, heading towards the factory where production had resumed.

As soon as I arrived at the factory gate, my phone in my pocket suddenly vibrated.

He took out his phone and there was a text message on it.

Comes from Mei Feng.

【OK! 】

Seeing this word, Lin Yu instantly understood what it meant.

That's how good things come in pairs!

Putting away his mobile phone, the smile on his face became even wider, and he raised his hand to point to the entrance of the factory:

"Leaders, let's change clothes here first, and then go in..."

…………

Arlington.

A Mercedes-Benz bulletproof car slowly stopped in front of Dana's mansion.

The main driver parked the car, and the co-pilot's bodyguard immediately got out of the car, opened the back seat door, and bowed respectfully, waiting for the people in the back seat to get out of the car.

Under the slightly yellow light of the street lamp, Wade stepped out of the car, glanced at the mansion in front of him, gave a few instructions to the bodyguards beside him, and then walked quickly towards the entrance of the mansion.

As soon as he reached the door, the door was opened from the inside, and Greb appeared in front of the door. Seeing that it was his distant relative uncle, Greb, who seemed a little tired, quickly got out of the way and invited him in.

"Uncle Wade, what do you want?"

"A glass of... brandy, less ice, and a slice of lemon."

After stating his needs, Wade walked to the sofa in the living room and sat down. He put down the documents in his hands. He raised his eyes again and kept looking around the living room, as if he was looking for someone.

After accepting his request, Greb walked to the kitchen, took out a sterilized wine glass, cut two lemon slices, and threw two small ice cubes into the wine glass. He took the wine glass to the wine cabinet, found a bottle of brandy and opened it.

Fill the glass, and then send the wine glass to Wade.

Taking the wine glass with his left hand, Wade pushed the document in front of Greb with his right hand and explained:

"This document contains the results of my investigation with professionals, as well as an official investigation report that will be released soon."

"Take a look and I'll explain it to you after you finish it."

"By the way, where's Parison? Why didn't you see that kid?"

"He is in the Satellite Manufacturing Center in California." Greb responded casually and picked up the document. As soon as he picked it up, he discovered that there were two documents.

Recalling what Wade said just now, he decisively separated the two documents, lined them up side by side, and looked at them together.

On the left are the official documents that will be released soon, while on the right are Wade’s investigative documents.

He read very quickly, and in just a few minutes, he saw the conclusion of the two documents.

[Official document: After the preliminary investigation of the space agency, it can be determined that the cause of this accident is the aging of the pipeline of the Atlas rocket and the weight of the satellite.

After comparing the wreckage, it is confirmed that there is a deviation in the weight of the satellite launched this time. It is precisely because of this that the posture of the rocket changed after assembly due to the weight of the satellite.

And this change affected the aging pipeline.

When a large amount of liquid hydrogen passed through, liquid hydrogen leaked from the aging pipeline, resulting in an explosion.

This is a shame in the history of spaceflight, a typical omission, and a must-remember in the history of American spaceflight. Absolutely, absolutely, no such incident is allowed to happen again. ]

At the end of this report, there is the signature of the President of America.

The words are written in a long-term and casual manner. At a glance, it can be clearly seen that the owner of this signature is a person in power who has been in a high position for a long time.

[Investigation report: With the unremitting efforts of our personnel, we have found all the wreckage and confirmed that the explosion this time occurred in the middle of the rocket.

That is, the area of ​​the isolation plate between the liquid oxygen tank and the liquid hydrogen tank.

At the same time, we also found traces of pipeline damage on the corresponding pipeline. The pipeline did leak, but it was not due to aging, but human damage.

For specific traces of damage, you can see the photo numbered b124.

Conclusion: This is a premeditated, organized, and deliberately planned explosion.

The reason and purpose of the other party's explosion are unknown. After preliminary estimation, this explosion caused about $400 million in economic losses and countless, incalculable losses of confidence. 】

Behind the conclusion are relevant photos and some evidence.

Greb did not see the name he wanted to see.

*** you!

After cursing in his heart, he slowly became angry, but when he saw the person opposite him, he suppressed his anger and asked his uncle opposite him:

"Uncle Wade, what does the space agency mean by this?"

Listening to his nephew's question, Wade passed the wine glass between the two of them, and at the same time, he looked through the wine glass at Greb opposite him, and said expressionlessly:

"It's very simple, the space agency is not a monolithic entity. In addition to our people, there are other people."

"This time, those other people made great efforts and even persuaded the president to sweep everything away."

"Then, the rocket explosion is over."

"This is what this document wants to express."

At this moment, Greb could no longer suppress his anger.

He just wants to make money, he just wants to make money, just wants to make money!

But why do these people want to make trouble for him?

Besides, haven't these things been agreed before?

He and his father give up their interests, share the profits with everyone, and then everyone will protect them together and get the money in the end.

But why did all these people who took the money become dumb when it came to the critical moment?

Is this matter over?

Why?

Why should it be over?

As his anger grew, Greb's face gradually became distorted. He gritted his teeth and said to Wade, word by word:

"Uncle Wade, can you tell me, what basis do they have to say that this matter must be over?"

As soon as he asked, he saw Wade shrug his shoulders and said:

"Because this year is an election year, Mr. President needs to suppress this matter as soon as possible."

"This is a scandal for him."

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