The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

"This station reports that at 5:00 p.m. yesterday, our country successfully launched a submarine-launched carrier rocket in the East China Sea."

"The rocket was precisely launched from the underwater launch platform, broke through the water surface, ignited and ascended into the air. Its flight trajectory was stable, and it finally arrived accurately in the designated Pacific Ocean area."

"The successful launch of this rocket marks a major breakthrough in my country's submarine-launched rocket technology, significantly enhancing national defense capabilities and strategic deterrence. It also adds a glorious chapter to the development of my country's rocket program. What is truly remarkable is that we achieved this entirely through our own exploration, without any precedents or models to follow."

"The research team has been dedicated to overcoming technical challenges in submarine-launched missiles for many years. After countless experiments and improvements, they have finally achieved this successful launch. This achievement also demonstrates my country's ability to achieve high-precision and high-reliability launches in complex marine environments."

"This also marks the beginning of our country's... *sizzle*!"

The radio broadcasted a reporter's standard Mandarin, his voice strong and clear.

Just listening to this content is very inspiring. Even those with limited education can understand that our country can launch rockets underwater, which must be very impressive.

Li Feng closed the newspaper in his hand. The photos on today's front page were clearly specially selected.

You can clearly see the intense flames emitted by the rocket engine at the tail of the missile as it leaps out of the water after being launched underwater.

The other photo shows the location of the impact, with several ships surrounding it, and the moment the salvage ship pulls the rocket debris out of the water.

Whether it's rockets or missiles, this open and aboveboard news coverage is much more generous than the previous cover-up.

"The technology has finally broken through!"

Li Feng closed the newspaper in his hand, turned off the radio, and stood up from his chair, already having reached this conclusion in his mind.

The range of this ballistic missile, which is 2,500 kilometers, is enough to reach Guam from the East China Sea. If the strategic nuclear submarine carrying the missile can break through the blockade and reach the Atlantic Ocean for patrol, it could even cover important cities of the two superpowers.

The chances are very small. It's difficult for a nuclear submarine to travel that far on a solo cruise, especially without resupply.

Unlike the Great Leap Forward, where countless maps and seabed information have been drawn for the oceans, unfamiliar waters remain extremely dangerous for nuclear submarines seeking to sail the open ocean.

It can only be said that we have initially acquired the means to retaliate. As long as we have two or three ships that can take turns on combat duty and have the ability to overturn the table, our deterrent power will gradually be established.

"Dingling bell~!"

"The tricycle we sold is being auctioned off at the driving school this afternoon. Want to come and take a look?"

On the other end of the phone, Principal Jiang was very busy, and Li Feng could hear the noisy commotion in his office clearly.

"Principal Jiang, rest assured about the cars made in our factory. They're all military factories, and we're practically brother units. We manufacture airplanes, so there's no need to doubt the quality. We use high-quality engines, so they can carry a lot and have a lot of loads. You can fit ten people in the car without any problem!"

"As long as your driving school is willing to purchase, our factory has discussed it and agreed to a 50% price. We will definitely not take advantage of you!"

"Director Li, is there really such a good thing?" Jiang Xianda covered the microphone, but Li Feng could still hear his voice.

"I don't ask for anything else, just that the students learn to drive and become familiar with our cars. Your driving school has the biggest reputation in the country. The Dongfeng factory's tricycles are famous nationwide because of your driving school."

The voice on the other end of the phone sounded like someone trying to sell cars to the driving school, praising Principal Jiang highly. It's unclear whether they were deliberately letting Li Feng hear it.

"Those Dongfeng tricycles all have soft-top canopies, which are easily scratched. They leak in the summer and let in the wind in the winter. Our factory's vans, at least, have four wheels, are proper vehicles, and can carry loads. They cost 25,000 yuan each. Where else can you find one like that?"

"Beijing is, after all, the capital of our country. It's so embarrassing to use three-wheeled vehicles as taxis. Now that we're opening up and reforming, more and more foreigners are coming here. We need to improve our international image, don't we?"

Based on the voice on the other end of the phone, Li Feng roughly guessed the car factory's plan: to replace all the taxis in Beijing and directly open up the market.

"Principal Jiang, which factory is the other party from? Is the airplane manufacturer starting to make cars?"

"Secretary Li, I've never heard of the Changhe Automobile Factory in Jiangxi Province. They only started making cars last year, and the appearance is a bit strange, it looks like a steamed bun. I can't make up my mind about purchasing these cars, haha!"

From Jiang Xianda's hearty laughter, Li Feng was now certain.

Principal Jiang deliberately wanted him to hear this. The car manufacturer came to his door to promote their products, and the purchasing power was in the factory. The price was 25,000 yuan per car. For him, it was a real bargain, and he would be a bastard not to take advantage of it.

The current procurement price of a military jeep is over 30,000 yuan, and a sedan is even more expensive, with a Shanghai license plate costing 90,000 yuan. This was very attractive to Principal Jiang, and it was probably because of this price that he found an excuse to call the factory director under the pretext of an auction.

“If it’s an auction, I won’t go. You can handle it yourself. I’ve heard about that car. Have someone from Changhe Factory come to me. The factory needs some cars too, so we can buy them together.”

Li Feng couldn't remember when the Tianjin Dafa van was first produced, but he did remember the Changhe van. After the millennium, there were many of them on the streets of Feicheng. Back then, even the Wuling van had to be ranked behind it when it came to minivans.

"Okay, I'll have them go over right away. The car's already here, perfect timing to take a look!" Upon hearing that his own factory was willing to make a purchase, Principal Jiang's laughter became even more confident. He tried out the strangely shaped "steamed bun car" and found it to be quite easy to drive, with a large interior space. Most importantly, it used a small, affordable engine.

Unlike Dongfeng's tricycles, which produce their own engines, the driving school principal had had enough. The school's warehouse was piled high with discarded parts. Over the years, the driving school had experienced every kind of problem with its tricycles.

After asking the people from Changhe Automobile Factory to leave the office, Principal Jiang picked up the tricycles that were to be auctioned off that day from the table. The earliest of them were almost twenty years old, and the latest ones were more than ten years old.

After being patched and repaired, it's time to replace them with new ones. However, this batch of three-wheeled motorcycles is not as numerous. Dongfeng Three-Wheeled Vehicle Factory has been relying on its past achievements and has not made any technological progress. It would rather increase the number of cars than add more three-wheeled vehicles.

He would have stopped teaching this course if it weren't for the fact that people were still learning it.

A large crowd had gathered downstairs at the driving school's office building. Some had come to see what was going on after reading the advertisement in the newspaper, while others had come specifically to look at the cars.

Let alone cars costing tens of thousands of yuan, even new tricycles costing a few thousand yuan are unaffordable for ordinary people. But tricycles that driving schools have replaced are still worth a try. They can be registered with a company or used by individual business owners to transport goods.

The key point is that it's cheap, and owning a motorcycle is the dream of so many men!

"Those who have registered, please check it out yourselves. Those who haven't registered, please step back. Let me make this clear beforehand: once you've paid for the auction, the car is non-refundable. You'll have to rely on your own judgment. The driving school has already done all the necessary repairs, but given the car's age, there are bound to be some issues. If you can accept that, buy it; if not, don't bid!"

"Now I'll call roll. Those whose names are called, please move forward!"

"Hong Yonghuai".

"Yes, yes, I'm here! I've got my eye on number three! I want car number three!"

A middle-aged man darted out from the crowd, raised his hand, and ran out excitedly. He stood next to the three-wheeled motorcycle with the number three on it, looking extremely surprised. He grabbed the door and pretended it was his own.

"Let me tell you, this isn't a sale. When it comes to car number three, if you want it, you have to bid. The highest bidder wins, and nobody has any objections!"

"Miao Ruizhe~!"

"Liu Qiang~!"

"Liu Lei~!"

"..."

"Those whose names are called, you all have driver's licenses, right? Don't go back and pay the money only to find you can't drive it yourself. Okay, let's get ready for the auction. We'll start with car number one. Car number one, minimum bid three hundred dollars!"

Auctions are a novelty for everyone, but as you watch, you'll all know how to buy the tricycle you like.

Liu Qiang and his nephew Liu Lei looked tense, clutching their satchels tightly with both hands, their eyes fixed on cars number thirteen and fifteen.

Liu Qiang had always wanted to drive the tricycles at the driving school, and he had already learned to drive them a long time ago.

Having been looking forward to it for over a decade, seeing the electrifying atmosphere at the scene made me wipe the sweat from my brow, worried that someone else might snatch it away.

The factory manager's nephew cannot engage in insider dealings, such as selling the decommissioned tricycles to them at a low price; that would be against regulations.

However, they were still able to get some inside information from the driving school. The two cars that the uncle and nephew had their eyes on had their engines replaced three years ago, and they were new ones from the motorcycle factory, not pieces pieced together from old cars. Although the cars were a bit worn out and not as good-looking as other cars, they could find a welder to weld the frame, and it wouldn't be a big problem.

"Six hundred and seventy, no one raised the price. Car number thirteen is yours, Liu Qiang. Go to the finance department to pay and get the certificate, then come back for the keys!"

"Hey, I have money! I want to buy one more car, and I'll pay for both at once!"

After watching others buy cars, Liu Qiang finally won the bid for his own car, number thirteen. He grinned widely and opened Liu Lei's satchel for Jiang Xianda to see. Inside the small satchel was all the hard-earned money he had saved up over the years.

The process continued until both cars were photographed. One person paid the fine, while the other stayed behind to watch over the cars and prevent their license plates from being changed.

When Liu Qiang received the motorcycle keys, his hands were trembling, but his old face was beaming with joy.

Although the vehicle is registered under Hongxing Construction Company, it is actually owned by the individual. By paying a small fee each year, the individual can own this three-wheeled motorcycle. Back in my hometown in Anhui Province, probably no one would believe it.

From now on, the uncle and nephew will have a car in the capital. This is a motor vehicle, unlike a mule cart, and they will be able to drive it back to their hometown.

In rural areas, that truly signifies making a name for oneself. (End of Chapter)