A doctor who travels through two eras

As soon as Ye Mingshuang got out of the car, he shouted towards the kitchen:

"Old Zhou, is the box I booked still available?"

A fat boss was cooking and waving his hands with a smile:

"Boss Ye, the private room is reserved for you. How about it? Can we serve the food now?"

"Serve the food, we are all hungry."

"Okay!"

It is called a private room, but in fact it is just a small room built temporarily with only a table and chair in it, but it is wiped clean.

Lin Sanqi and the others didn't take it seriously. Ye Mingshuang personally used tea to heat up the bowls and chopsticks for everyone:

"Director Lin, cousin, don't underestimate this Lao Zhou Restaurant. Their goose stew is a specialty in Qingyuan. You have to make a reservation in advance to eat it. In addition, Director Lin specifically ordered Qingyuan white-cut chicken, which is also the most normal thing in this restaurant.

See? Their chickens, ducks and geese are all raised by the reservoir. They don’t use any feed. They are slaughtered and cooked right after customers place an order. They are extremely fresh and delicious. You don’t have to be a local gourmet to know about this place.”

Lin Sanqi sucked his saliva:

"Brother Ye, what you said makes me even more greedy."

As they were talking, the waiter started serving the dishes one by one:
"Boss, this is our specialty Zhouxin porridge. The nine ingredients, including pork kidneys and pig hearts, are all the freshest. We kill a pig every day. The rice is smooth and the pig offal is tender."

Lin Sanqi filled a bowl, tasted it, and thought that the pork offal porridge tasted good, but it was far inferior to the pork offal porridge he made at home.

The Lin family’s pork offal porridge is made with Tibetan fragrant pigs. Because of Lin Sanqi’s golden finger, all the pork offal is the freshest and is kept steaming hot.

At this time, the waiter brought another clay pot, which exuded a strong meaty aroma as soon as it was served.

"My three bosses, this is our specialty, goose stew. We use black-bristled geese raised in Qingyuan, which have firm and delicious meat and low fat content.

Moreover, our restaurant uses the traditional "three-braising and three-stewing" technique, first using goose bones to make broth, then adding goose meat, offal and side dishes in batches to stew. The broth is rich and mellow, and I guarantee that the bosses will never forget it after eating it. "

Ye Mingshuang personally picked up the first piece of goose meat and gave it to Lin Jiafang.

Lin Sanqi tasted it and nodded repeatedly: "It's really delicious and very tasty. This portion of goose meat is not cheap, right?"

Ye Mingshuang held up four fingers and said, "480 yuan for one serving. Most people can't even afford this."

Lin Sanqi thought that the catering business was difficult. The key was to have your own special dishes. Also, the quality had to be up to standard. If you fooled the customers, it would be a one-time business at best.

The three of them didn't drink any wine. Lin Sanqi took out a cake of Iceland Pu'er tea and asked the waiter to make tea.

After they had almost finished eating, the three began to slow down and start chatting.

Ye Mingshuang asked curiously:
"Mr. Lin, you are purchasing 100 billion worth of construction machinery at one time and selling it to Africa. This is quite risky.

Let me tell you, Africans are not honest when doing business. Last time we exported 50 excavators to a country in Africa, but we still couldn't get the payment.

Later, we pushed him to the limit and he said there was a diamond mine in the area and asked if we had the guts to go mining. He even mortgaged the mine to us.

My goodness, although the diamond mine was theoretically in the hands of the government forces, the territory was actually completely controlled by the rebels. It was impossible for us to go mining there, and it ended up being a mess.

If you send 100 billion yuan of machinery there, I think it will be enough, not to mention whether the African market can take it, but just the return of the money from Africans.”

On the African continent, black people have never thought about developing the economy or planting agriculture. They are either fighting or on the way to war all day long.

Lin Sanqi thought that Ye Mingshuang was an honest man, no wonder he couldn't do as well as others in business.

"It's okay. I have a regular warlord partnership in Africa. We have had this relationship for many years. So far, I have never suffered any loss. I won't kill them. I just want to earn some hard-earned money."

Section Chief Song interrupted at this time:

"Brother, don't underestimate Director Lin. Lingnan Hall now has extensive business in Africa. Last time, even machine tools were exported for billions. Although this guy is not honest and has always refused to say which country the machines went to. But looking at his good mood, you can tell that he made a lot of money."

Lin Sanqi said disdainfully: "If you guys hadn't been watching me, I could have purchased cheaper machines and made more money. Believe it or not, those second-hand generators are at least one-third cheaper if we buy them ourselves."

Section Chief Song was not annoyed, but smiled:
"That's not necessarily true. You know the situation in China. Without connections and relationships, people would rather let it rot in the warehouse than sell it to you. So we deserve to earn the agency fee, haha."

Lin Sanqi's eyes suddenly turned, wanting to test it out:

"Hey, Brother Song, are you willing to sell domestic aircraft?"

Section Chief Song was nearly choked to death by the hot porridge. He coughed a few times and took a sip of Pu'er tea before he recovered.

Lin Sanqi also said with disdain:

"Hey, hey, hey, this is top-grade Iceland Pu'er tea. This pot of tea alone is worth tens of thousands of yuan, and you just drank it in one gulp? You're like an old cow drinking water."

Section Chief Song became serious and asked:
“There are so many domestic aircraft, what kind of aircraft do you want to buy?
That shouldn't be the case. When you rich people buy private jets, don't you all choose Bombardier Global 7500, Gulfstream G650ER, Dassault Falcon 8X? Or if you are richer, you can just buy a Boeing 747 or Airbus A380 and modify it.

What kind of aircraft in China can catch the eye of Chairman Lin? I heard that COMAC C919 is almost finished, but it has not been launched yet. Besides, if it were a new aircraft, would you dare to ride it?"

Lin Sanqi picked up a piece of boiled chicken and laughed:
"Brother Song, have you forgotten what I do? I'm a professional junk collector. I just want to ask if you want to sell old airplanes in our country?"

Section Chief Song put down his chopsticks and became serious:

"Clarify it, which ones do you mean?"

Lin Sanqi stretched out his fingers and counted:
"There are so many, for example, the J-20, codenamed Weilong, is pretty good. Hehe. As for the transport plane, the Y-20, codenamed Kunpeng is also good. In addition, the WZ-20 helicopter is also OK. As for the passenger plane, you can't make it, I will go abroad and think of a solution myself."

Section Chief Song rolled his eyes at Lin Sanqi, picked up his chopsticks again and started eating:
"You, stop dreaming. I know that you, a capitalist dog, have no bad intentions. If someone else told me these things, I would have every reason to arrest you and let you have a taste of the little dark room."

Ye Mingshuang was also a kid from a large compound, so he naturally understood the special features of the aircraft that Lin Sanqi mentioned.

Precisely because these planes are so advanced and not for sale, people know that Lin Sanqi is joking and does not really want to buy them.

Lin Sanqi did not move his chopsticks, but said seriously:
"Brother Song, I'm serious. Don't you think I'm serious? Don't you know how much money I have?"

Section Chief Song blinked, somewhat confused:
"Lin Sanqi, don't you know what the current domestic situation is? Even if you buy a private jet, it's still a hassle to apply for a flight route. What's more, you want to buy a military version of the plane. What do you want to do? Don't make trouble for yourself.

If you are really a military fan, I can get you a few empty fighter planes and put them in your yard for people to take pictures and enjoy. Is that okay?"

Lin Sanqi instantly thought of the discarded airplanes in the park when he was a child. He could climb up and take a photo for 2 yuan.

"Oh, no, what use would I have for an empty plane like this? If we can't get advanced planes, then we can always buy fighter jets that have been eliminated in our country, right?
Any J-7 or J-8 fighters will do; transport planes are also OK, Y-7 and Y-8, which should be outdated, right? Sell me some.

If that doesn't work, go look for the Xian MA600, an old model with a turboprop engine that makes a buzzing sound when it flies. As long as it's an aircraft that has been eliminated by the country, I'm interested in it."

When they heard that Lin Sanqi wanted this antique plane, Ye Mingshuang and Song Taichu were a little stunned.

Section Chief Song didn't have any alarm bells ringing because the aircraft models mentioned by Lin Sanqi had all been withdrawn from active service. They were either sealed up, destroyed, or parked in an "aircraft graveyard" like Lushan Airport.

As our national strength grows, our army has more advanced weapons and aircraft.

The old models that Lin Sanqi mentioned will not pose any security threat to our country at all. Do they really think that our Hongqi-9 air defense missile system is just a decoration?

But as long as it involves military use, it is not a trivial matter in the country.

Section Chief Song asked in surprise:
"Why would you, a capitalist, want these old planes? Are you asking this on behalf of those small African countries?"

Lin Sanqi nodded repeatedly:
"Yes, yes, yes. These old planes we have eliminated are definitely high-tech and powerful weapons in Africa. If we export them to Africa, you can make a fortune by recycling them, and I can also make some hard-earned money."

"Africa?"

A picture instantly emerged in Section Chief Song’s mind: our old J-7 fighter jets were facing the enemy’s Rafale fighter jets and were completely defeated.

"Is there really any stupid country that is interested in our old aircraft? No, what would they do with it? Even if we are willing to sell it, they will just use it as a target plane, which is totally embarrassing."

Lin Sanqi thought, it’s still unclear who will defeat whom in the Rafale fighter jet. (End of this chapter)