Take Arada back to the past

Chapter 864, Feng Xue's Wedding
After finishing his call, Yang Xiaole grabbed his mobile phone and went straight out.

"Mom, I have something to do, so I won't be having dinner at home tonight. Don't worry about me."

Wang Qiuju was bragging to the people in the courtyard when she heard this. She turned around and laughed, "Okay, go ahead and do your thing!"

They then continued chatting.

"Xingxing, Yueyue, you two better behave yourselves here!"

He gave the two children some more instructions.

Only then did he step out of the room.

……

After Yang Xiaole came out, he thought about it for a while and decided to drive his own car.

He took some gifts out of his storage space and drove towards his destination.

……

Feng Guanhua has not yet retired, so his residence is naturally under strict security.

Fortunately, I called Feng Guanhua, and he informed me. After a brief check, he let me through.

Feng Guanhua no longer lives in his previous house, but in an apartment building.

After all, given Feng Guanhua's rank, the houses he was allocated were all over 200 square meters.

It is naturally a detached building.

The kind that even has a yard—the yard isn't included in the building area these days.

Yang Xiaole parked his car at the entrance, and a security guard came over.

The other person saluted and politely asked, "Are you Comrade Yang Xiaole?"

"Yes, that's me! Commander Feng is looking for me."

As Yang Xiaole spoke, he took some gifts out of the trunk.

"Excuse me, these items need to be checked."

The other party naturally stopped him.

However, a person came out of the room and said to him, "No need to check, let him in!"

It was Feng Xue.

Yang Xiaole looked at the other person and smiled: "Um... long time no see! You're still so beautiful."

Over the years, he has sent the other party a lot of well water, but they haven't kept in touch much.

Feng Xue had a stern face.

Upon hearing this, he raised an eyebrow and slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

However, he didn't laugh.

With a stern face, he said, "Still so talkative! Come in! Dad's waiting for you."

"Hey, good!"

Yang Xiaole followed behind, carrying the things.

The yard is very ordinary, with just a few simple flowers and plants planted inside.

The buildings aren't particularly complex.

"Xiao Le is here!"

As soon as I entered, I saw Mrs. Feng greeting me with a smile.

He wore a smile, but there was a hint of resentment in his eyes.

That brat! He's ruined his daughter's life; she's over forty and still doesn't have a boyfriend.

It's a worthless thing.

Feng Xue is really something, insisting on putting all her eggs in one basket!

Yang Xiaole looked at the other person and smiled, "Hello, Auntie! This is just a small token of my appreciation."

He placed the items to the side.

Looking at the things, Mrs. Feng said politely, "Why did you bring anything for the trip? Please sit down. Old Feng is on the phone and will be down in a bit. I'll go cook."

"Okay, go ahead and do your thing!"

Yang Xiaole politely declined and sat down on the sofa.

"Xiaoxue, pour Xiaole a cup of tea! I'm going to the kitchen."

Feng's mother called out to Feng Xue and walked towards the kitchen.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaole naturally sat down on the sofa.

Feng Xue stood there, her arms crossed over her chest, just looking at him.

This made Yang Xiaole feel somewhat embarrassed.

However, he has a thick skin.

"Don't look at me like that! Even though I'm very handsome!"

Upon hearing this, Feng Xue gave him a reproachful look: "Shameless! What do you want to drink?"

"Anything is fine, tea will do!"

"it is good!"

Upon hearing this, Feng Xue went over and took a white porcelain cup, rummaged through the cabinet, and took out a white porcelain tea canister.

I made him a cup.

She walked over and handed it to him.

"Thank you!"

Yang Xiaole took it and thanked him.

Feng Xue sat on the separate sofa next to him and just watched him.

Yang Xiaole was also somewhat embarrassed at this moment.

However, he still started talking.

"How have you been lately? Still with the Air Force Political Department Song and Dance Troupe?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Xue snapped out of her thoughts and smiled, "Yes, it's still there, and it's been doing well lately."

Yang Xiaole nodded slightly.

It's still on our own turf.

The other person is not young, and their rank is certainly not low now, but he has never asked about it.

What do you mainly do now? How's the cultural troupe doing?

Upon hearing this, Feng Xue gave him a resentful look before saying, "I'm mainly in charge of the song and dance troupe now."

He paused for a moment and said, "The performing arts troupe isn't doing very well now. Apart from artistic performances, there aren't many people watching it anymore. Young people these days prefer to listen to pop songs."

Yang Xiaole nodded slightly upon hearing this.

"Indeed, there's nothing we can do about it. Reform and opening up not only opened up the economy, but also the culture. The suppression of thought in the past has become the driving force for pursuing Western songs now."

For a long time, apart from traditional opera, mainland China has primarily used bel canto singing.

Moreover, the lyrics and singing style are mostly passionate and stirring.

The delicate and lighthearted style of Hong Kong songs, along with their themes of love and romance, directly impacts the values ​​of young people.

To put it bluntly, it's sexual repression.

After suppressing it for so many years, it was bound to explode.

This is human nature.

After listening, Feng Xue nodded gently.

"Yes! The performing arts troupe is also considering transformation, but it's not so easy due to the special nature of the organization."

Yang Xiaole nodded in agreement. Indeed, the cultural troupe actually belonged to the military.

Joining the cultural troupe was essentially a form of enlistment in the army.

Locally, things are actually not too bad, but the Air Force Political Department and the General Political Department will find it difficult to successfully transform in the short term.

Feng Xue nodded gently upon hearing this.

Then he looked at him and asked, "What kind of medicine do you send me every time? My dad said it's some kind of health supplement that you got from Hong Kong."

After all these years, she's not stupid anymore.

No matter how confident she is in her appearance, she cannot resist the erosion of time and will eventually grow old.

But over the years, her appearance has remained unchanged.

Even my own parents don't seem to be getting old.

Yang Xiaole shrugged and laughed, "It's just a health supplement, or in Western terms, anti-aging. Um... you can think of it that way."

He knew that the matter of the well water could not be kept secret.

So I simply admitted it.

Feng Xue nodded gently.

After thinking for a moment, I still asked, "I heard from my dad that someone of his rank can only get one bottle a year. Is yours more useful, or is the one issued by the higher-ups more useful?"

"What I'm giving you is a hundred times more concentrated than what your dad got. What do you say?"

These words made Feng Xue gasp in shock.

Even with his father's rank, he could only receive one bottle a year.

But what Yang Xiaole gave was a concentration a hundred times higher.

My family has been drinking this for so many years.

Pulling himself out of his thoughts, he suddenly remembered something and said, "Um... I heard that you married two more wives in Hong Kong?"

These words made Yang Xiaole feel embarrassed.

"Who told you that? Don't listen to their nonsense."

Very few people actually know about his marriage to Hua Yourong.

Even Feng Guanhua was unaware of this matter.

It's estimated that only Old Man Wang and a very small number of high-ranking people knew about his relationship with Hua You Rong and several other women.

"Nonsense? You really think I don't know that!"

Feng Xue rolled her eyes at him.

This made Yang Xiaole laugh awkwardly, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

"Xiao Le is here!"

Lost in thought, I heard hearty laughter coming from upstairs.

Yang Xiaole felt that his savior had arrived and quickly stood up upon seeing this.

"Uncle Feng!"

"Come on up! I need to talk to you about something!" "Okay!"

Upon seeing this, Yang Xiaole immediately agreed.

He smiled at Feng Xue beside him and said, "My uncle called me, so I'll go upstairs!"

After saying that, he quickly slipped away.

Feng Xue smiled as she watched Yang Xiaole's fleeing movements.

……

Upstairs, Yang Xiaole went into the study and closed the door.

"Please sit down! Don't be shy."

Feng Guanhua looked at him and pointed to the chair next to him.

Yang Xiaole naturally sat down.

"You just got back today?"

Feng Guanhua offered him a cigarette and asked him a question.

Yang Xiaole didn't stand on ceremony.

He accepted it with a smile.

"Yes, I just arrived today!"

It's not surprising that Feng Guanhua knew he was coming back; he had sent a message to Old Man Wang before he returned.

He said he had something important to say.

He thought the first person to contact him would be someone from Lao Wang's side, but he didn't expect it to be Feng Guanhua.

But it's not surprising.

Because he is, after all, a Hong Kong businessman, and Lao Wang's position is very special, if the two are too closely connected, it will cause unnecessary misunderstandings.

The relationship between Lao Feng and Lao Wang makes them perfect for acting as a go-between.

This is evident from the fact that Lao Wang has rarely taken the initiative to contact him over the years.

It's highly likely that Old Wang gave the order.

really.

After lighting a cigarette, Old Feng smiled and said, "Chief Wang said you had something important to discuss, so he asked me to come over."

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole pondered for a moment.

He still said, "This... I doubt you can make the decision!"

He would not doubt Feng Guanhua's stance.

I won't harm him.

But he really couldn't make that decision.

Feng Guanhua frowned upon hearing this: "Is it serious?"

"No, not really! It's just that it's not my area of ​​expertise. You're from the Air Force, and I'm talking about the Navy."

He then gave a brief explanation of the situation.

Cruiser No. 1144 is definitely not the right choice!
This is actually a reflection of our current predicament.

Why did various warships in mainland China only begin to appear like dumplings being dropped into a pot after the year 2000?

The core issue is actually in the economic sphere.

If the technology is sound, the cost of a fighter jet is not as high as you might imagine.

Of course, I'm mainly referring to fighter jets from that era.

The MiG-27 only costs around 20 to 30 million.

But ships are different. Putting aside the technology and the various high-end equipment on board, they are different.

The hull alone requires a large amount of steel.

This is a real investment.

The cost of building a typical cargo ship is now $300 per ton.

2 tons is $600 million.

The cost of a warship is 10 to 20 times that of a cargo ship.

The cost of building a 20,000-ton destroyer is over 100 million US dollars, and that's the current cost.

A 2-ton destroyer can buy three MiG-27s.
It should be noted that the MiG-27 was already considered a relatively advanced fighter jet for that era.

The steel used in warships is also a problem.

This is a special type of steel, and its cost is very high, whether it is produced domestically or imported.

Of course, there are also strategic plans and concepts.

Having had enough of the frustration of having their air power suppressed in the past, they have always been resentful about the development of their air power.

Furthermore, it is felt that air power is the foundation of protective power.

As for warships, they were naturally put on hold due to lack of funds, because many people believe that as long as they don't provoke others in the sea, everything will be fine!
Just enough defense is sufficient.

Of course, if you have money and a strong industrial base, who wouldn't want to build more?
Therefore, the decision to vigorously develop air power is based on a comprehensive consideration of various factors.

This is why he intends to have the mainland purchase it for research, rather than for mass production.

The conditions don't allow it!

However, the various electronic equipment technologies on the cruiser 1144 are of great value for reference.

As expected, Lao Feng wasn't too excited.

But he wasn't completely ignorant.

After a moment's thought, he said, "Cruiser 1144? That's certainly a good thing! But the cost is just too high. With our current industrial capacity, we can't produce that much ship steel..."

Their thoughts were not too different from Yang Xiaole's.

Yang Xiaole nodded slightly upon hearing this: "I know, but we can learn from it. The electronic devices on it are still very important."

If the mainland doesn't want it, then he'll accept it.

If all else fails, we won't bring it back; we'll just leave it with Er Mao.

Anyway, Er Mao will be his in the future.

Once Ivanka takes control of the two countries, the first thing she'll target will be the media, and she'll shut down any media outlets that don't comply.

Feng Guanhua nodded slightly upon hearing this: "Okay! I understand, I will pass it on to him."

Yang Xiaole nodded slightly.

The two chatted for a while, and then people downstairs started calling for dinner.

Yang Xiaole naturally came down as well.

"Xiao Le, these are all home-style dishes, please don't be shy!"

Aunt Feng looked at him and said something polite.

Yang Xiaole chuckled and said, "Home-cooked food is great! It's clean and hygienic. You don't know, but nowadays many restaurants don't even wash eggplants and peppers. If they see mud, they just wipe it with a rag and that's it."

This is also true.

Restaurants value efficiency, so all dishes are fried in oil.

It will explode if there is water.

Everyone feels that as long as it's not too dirty, frying it in oil will make it less dirty.

"Wow, really?!"

Mrs. Feng was surprised for a moment, then said, "Then we should eat out less often in the future!"

Feng Xue said speechlessly, "How many meals do you eat out in a year? It's all delivered from the canteen."

Yang Xiaole smiled as well.

For someone of Feng Guanhua's rank, his food was delivered by a dedicated logistics support department.

There are also small canteens that cook meals.

"I was just saying! You eat out all the time too!"

Yang Xiaole said with a smile, "Not all of them. Some restaurants are quite clean."

We shouldn't condemn them all at once.

Many restaurants are indeed fairly clean.

Of course, this refers to current standards; if we're talking about future generations, none of them would meet the standard.

"Alright, a little dirt won't hurt. We survived when conditions were much worse!"

Feng Guanhua said with a smile.

Then he said to Yang Xiaole, "Let's eat, and have a drink together!"

"Hey, good!"

Yang Xiaole naturally agreed.

The group sat down and began to eat.

Feng Guanhua naturally drinks Moutai, and it's the special-supply Moutai from before, with a very long aging period.

Yang Xiaole didn't care about any of that.

The group ate their meal and chatted briefly.

Mainly, it was Feng's mother who was asking Yang Xiaole what he had been doing lately.

Yang Xiaole naturally made up a story, saying that he was doing some small business.

"You were doing just fine in the army! Why did you go and become a self-employed individual?"

Mrs. Feng found it strange.

Yang Xiaole also knew that Feng's mother looked down on self-employed individuals. Not to mention her, even the factory workers looked down on self-employed individuals.

Even now, this remains true.

Of course, it's different for the extremely wealthy.

Because they are too rich.

Even if I have a secure job, I can earn in a year what you can't earn in a lifetime. What else is there to say?

"Alright, don't ask any more questions about Xiao Le's affairs."

Feng Guanhua knew some things about him, not just his wife.

Holding a wine glass, he said to Yang Xiaole, "Come on, let's have a drink! You absolutely have to come to Feng Xue's wedding at the end of the year!"

These words stunned Yang Xiaole.

He turned his gaze to Feng Xue beside him.

(End of this chapter)