1988: Back to the human world for a few years

Chapter 497 Turning Point
1:17 on August 18th.

It was already completely dark.

The extremely long spoils-dividing meeting in the drilling company's conference room is still going on, and the heads of various departments are still arguing over how to get more aid budget for their hometowns.

The lights in the general manager's office in Dahua Company's office area were still on, forming a sharp contrast with the large dark offices around it.

In the winter in the north, all units get off work at 5:30 p.m.

State-owned enterprises have never advocated overtime culture, and Yang Mo used to leave as soon as the overtime was over, so today's situation was indeed a bit abnormal.

………………

QQ~
"Who... come in!"

Yang Mo's somewhat unhappy voice came.

"Boss Yang, this is an urgent telegram sent by Director Song from the island country. It bypassed the China-Japan Economic Promotion Association and was sent privately... Would you like to take a look?"

Zhuo Junyue gently pushed open the door of the office, then carefully leaned in through the gap between the leather curtains, timidly pointed to a red-striped file bag in her arms, and explained in a low voice: "Secretary Huang has already finished get off work, and he probably hasn't returned home yet. The telecommunications office can't contact him for the time being, and there's no one else in the confidential office, so he can only ask me to deliver it."

It can be seen that the personal secretary has noticed her boss's abnormality today. She is a little afraid that Yang Mo will blame her for violating the rules, so she explained a lot of things in a rush.

Isn't this nonsense? Yang Mo has locked herself in the office for an entire afternoon. She doesn't see anyone and doesn't answer any calls. Not to mention the documents from various departments, even the letters transferred from the city can't be delivered. If she can't find anything unusual, she can just leave.

Song Wenxuan's urgent telegram?
Or bypass the telegram sent by the China-Japan Economic Promotion Council?
Yang Mo, who was staring at the TV screen and wondering what was going on, stood up, glanced at the red circle around the file bag, and sighed softly: "Come in!"

Upon hearing this, Zhuo Junyue breathed a sigh of relief as if she had escaped a disaster, hurried into the office, handed over the file bag, and then obediently stepped back a few steps.

She was not qualified to look at this kind of marked information. If the telecommunications room had not told her that Song Wenxuan was anxiously waiting for a reply, she should have just left.

Yang Mo glanced at his personal secretary who was shaking from the cold, and saw that she was tactfully standing three meters away from him. He nodded slightly, then stood up, took out a small cutting knife from the desk, and picked up the ink on the file bag.

Ok?
The international gold price began to fluctuate violently this morning, from a high of nearly $408 per ounce to a low of $390 per ounce. The Bear Country also began to sell large quantities of spot gold from 2 p.m. According to unofficial news, the amount of spot gold that the other party plans to sell this time may be close to one thousand tons?

After searching the historical memory in my mind, it seems that such a thing did happen. Moreover, the amount of gold spot sold by the Bear Country this time is not just close to 1400 tons, but is said to have reached tons.

Huh~
The sickle really fell from the sky. I guess those small market makers and investors who were bullish on the gold price at the beginning must be crying and fainting in the toilet now, right?

In addition, this dumping of currencies has fully demonstrated the weakness of the Bear Country. I believe that as the news spreads, this big guy will be completely unable to hold his ground, right?
Sighing at the sadness of the empire's twilight years, Yang Mo scanned the other contents of the telegram and the two sets of data, and silently folded it and stuffed it back.

He unscrewed the pen and signed on the file bag to indicate that he had received and read the contents of the telegram. Then he took out the key, opened the drawer of the desk and put the telegram in, waiting for someone from the confidential office to come and retrieve it for archiving tomorrow...Reality is not a spy drama, and information of this level is far from being burned after reading.

After doing all this, Yang Mo glanced at the secretary who was still shaking and sighed tiredly.

It's not even the Great Cold yet, and he's already acting so useless. If it continues for another two days, won't he dare not even leave the house?
Shaking his head speechlessly and looking at the dark night outside the window, Yang Mo thought for a while and finally decided not to let the secretary run to the telecommunications room in the cold night of minus 380 degrees Celsius. Instead, he picked up the phone on the desk and dialed a number: "Hello, telecommunications room, this is Yang Mo. I have received the telegram. Send a reply to Director Song. The content is: [Agreed, two days, London, ]... Over!"

One of Song Wenxuan's work focuses during this period is still the gold futures market. The COMEX in New York and the London gold spot market are closely related. When he received this eight-word reply, he naturally knew what to do.

Ok……

No matter what, the massive selling of gold by the Bear Country is ultimately a good thing for itself.

At the very least, it is a great thing for the light and heavy industrial product exchange plan and the latecomer model replacement plan;
It would be even better if we could free up some US dollars through the exchange rate hedging operation of the China-Japan Economic Promotion Association to facilitate turnover coordination.

Thinking of this, Yang Mo's gloomy mood finally improved a little. He looked at the secretary who had wrapped herself up like a 200-pound fat man and laughed, "Well, it's past six o'clock now, and it's past the time to get off work. I don't have any work to report here. Xiao Zhuo, you should go home quickly... Go back and soak your feet, add some ginger, and have a comfortable sleep."

Unexpectedly, Zhuo Junyue heard this and boldly asked, "Boss Yang, since you don't have anything to do here... can you approve my work first?"

After that, he stretched out five fingers from the sleeves of his down jacket: "Five minutes, just five minutes, Mr. Yang, it's very simple, you don't need to sign!"

Pulling the bloated cuffs with some effort, Zhuo Junyue looked at Yang Mo pitifully: "Boss Yang, you have a lot of things to do and you are tired all day. If possible, I don't want to disturb you... But I have no choice. They have been waiting for a reply. As soon as I get to work tomorrow, there will definitely be a lot of calls coming in... Instead of me coming to bother you every now and then tomorrow, why don't you bear with it for five minutes?"

Yang Mo laughed as he listened to the Tianjin-style rhyme scheme that this girl had picked up from somewhere.

He naturally knew what she meant by instructions, and sighed: "Okay, tell me, what itinerary do you want to confirm today?"

There are many meetings at the end of the year, and even more people want to invite Yang Mo, the God of Wealth, to attend. Therefore, Zhuo Junyue, the personal secretary, has become the target of countless telephone harassment.

"The day after tomorrow, which is Thursday morning at 10 o'clock, there will be a promotion meeting on the second round of restructuring of pharmaceutical companies in Dezhou. It is related to the future drug procurement of rural grassroots chain drugstore projects. The city would like to invite you to participate... What do you think?"

After all, as a journalism major, Zhuo Junyue has an excellent memory. She doesn't need to go back to get the registration book at all. She can just speak out the content that needs to be confirmed.

Yang Mo thought for a moment and said, "Please help me reject it... Just say that this project falls within the scope of Dahua's business. Regardless of whether it is appropriate for us to intervene in the second round of the restructuring, even if it is appropriate, Manager Lu should be invited to attend this meeting, not me... Let me emphasize again that Manager Lu is the first person in charge of the rural grassroots chain drugstores."

Ever since the commercial demonstration zone officially began operation, Yang Mo has been intentionally or unintentionally helping Tugou to contact administrative resources. Although the relationship between the DZ city team and Yang Mo has become a little subtle, this does not prevent Yang Mo from forcing Tugou to get acquainted with the various departments and institutions that have undergone large-scale expansion and personnel changes.

"Okay, Mr. Yang, I'll reply to them tomorrow."

Zhuo Junyue’s answer was straightforward.

As she spent more time with Yang Mo, she gradually realized a problem. Perhaps in the eyes of a small shrimp like her, the party who made the invitation was an unattainable god in heaven, but for Yang Mo, he was not someone who needed special attention... The other party was not even qualified to directly dial the phone in Yang Mo's office, which was a good example.

"Also on Thursday morning, the water affairs department wants to invite you to attend their project mobilization meeting. This meeting is held to ensure the construction of 64 small and medium-sized reservoirs planned for next year's agricultural production. In addition to the leaders of the water affairs department, there are also heads and representatives of more than companies... So what do you think?"

This was the third invitation sent by the water department in more than half a month, which showed the tight budget of the city. After the secretary of the other department hinted several times, no matter how stupid Zhuo Junyue was, he knew the other party's intention of inviting his boss.

"Oh? Representatives from more than 40 companies were invited?"

Yang Mo frowned slightly. Before 08, Texas's overall water resources were not scarce, so the water department could not be considered a core department. But Texas is an important agricultural area after all, and no matter how weak the water department is, its importance is unquestionable.

Such an important department is also concerned with the key issues of agricultural production. The Spring Festival is coming soon, but the budget for building dozens of reservoirs next year cannot be fully guaranteed. What on earth are Tian Guangyue and You Yakun doing?!

Pinch his brows, Yang Mo glanced at the TV screen whose volume had been turned down to an inaudible level. "Tell Minister Dong that I will not attend Thursday's meeting, but please rest assured that the first batch of heavy industrial products and equipment exchanged from the Bear Country will arrive in Texas on January 1th at the latest. After the funds are put into storage, the Urban Property Fund Company will issue a bond for these 25 small and medium-sized reservoir projects in the name of [Agricultural and Sideline Food Raw Materials Infrastructure Guarantee Project], raising 64 million... no, 600 million!"

In fact, he only wanted to help raise 600 million yuan. After all, he had a lot of projects waiting for money, and the water in the pools in Dezhou and Lanling was not very abundant. Besides, the city was not completely unable to come up with a penny in this area.

But when he thought of the famous flood that happened a few months later, he finally compromised.

Although the disaster-stricken areas next year will be in East China and the situation in Texas is much better, that is actually relative; although it is not worthy of being on the news, at least in the area of ​​agricultural production, it has still suffered some losses.

Of course, he had also seen the distribution map of the 64 planned small and medium-sized reservoirs. Although these were only small projects with low construction standards, according to the construction schedule, only the main framework of 7 reservoirs would be completed before July. But roughly speaking, as long as the budget was sufficient, the project progress should be advanced. And when it started to rain heavily, they could just make do with it. Presumably, the actual losses could be reduced, right?

Minister Dong is a smart man. He told him clearly that the money was raised from commercial infrastructure projects, not from urban infrastructure projects. He also took the initiative to increase the amount by several million. If he still wanted to support the work of the water department in the future, he should know what to do.

Hey ~
Who said I was not the head of the water affairs department? Who said I could not have foreseen the future and said something that would disturb the people?

There is only so much I can do.

When Zhuo Junyue heard that Yang Mo actually agreed to raise 1000 million yuan even though he refused to attend the meeting, she almost cried out in shock.

Hey Hey hey,
Boss, did you take the wrong medicine?
Where is Grandet?
Where is the stingy person you promised me?
This is not the first or second time that the city has approached you for support. Even Secretary Tian and Mayor You have come forward several times, but you still haven't given in!

result……

What the hell is this reverse operation today!!
But even though she complained, she knew the importance of water conservancy projects such as reservoirs in ensuring agricultural production. So while she felt sorry for the 1000 million, she couldn't help but look at Yang Mo with a little more admiration.

Sure enough, no matter how tight the company’s funds are, the boss still has great feelings after all.

"Also, on Friday afternoon, the Land Department would like to invite you to attend the New Town Development and Construction Opinion Exchange Meeting jointly held by them and the Housing and Construction Department. If nothing unexpected happens, Mayor You will also attend the meeting... So what do you think?"

Zhuo Junyue's tone was calm, but without much expectation.

As expected, Yang Mo shook his head when he heard this: "Refuse it for me. It's not your place to meddle in other people's business. I'm sure President Liu and his men will also attend this kind of meeting... With President Liu here, that's enough."

Zhuo Junyue nodded: "What about the city's large-scale enterprise advanced experience exchange meeting on Saturday morning? Normally, I should have turned down this kind of meeting for you, but you have instructed me before that any call from the executive office should be specially noted. I heard that this meeting was hosted by Executive Ye himself, so...?"

Oh?
Old Ye was finally released and appeared in front of major companies?

Yang Mo's lips curled up a little: "Ask them to save a seat for me. It's been a while since I've seen Executive Ye preside over a meeting. I have to show my support after all!"

After asking for instructions on a few more tasks, Zhuo Junyue breathed a sigh of relief. She had a general idea of ​​how to respond to these invitations tomorrow morning.

"Oh, Mr. Yang, there is one last thing. The investment company sent a bunch of information this afternoon, saying they were helping Xialiu Sales Agency to forward it. You told them not to meet anyone this afternoon, so they kept the information. I roughly flipped through it, and they are all small-scale incubation projects at the grassroots level in rural areas. However, there are some strange things. Behind each project book, there are replies and requests from Mr. Yan and Mr. Sun;"

"Ordinarily, a project of this level should not be forwarded to you for review. Maybe they sent it to the wrong person... So, do you think I should forward these documents to the Fourth Sales Department?"

The secretary looked a little puzzled;

Logically speaking, given the current status of Yan Laoxi and Sun Jian, they would never analyze and comment on these small projects with a single investment scale of only hundreds of thousands or even tens of thousands;
In addition, the documents that the investment promotion company forwarded to Xialiu Sales Agency were sent directly to Yang Mo, which was an extremely unreasonable operation... A small project of this scale was not even qualified to be submitted to the heads and directors of Dahua's business departments, let alone Yang Mo, the general manager who always dealt with billion-level super projects.

Unexpectedly, Yang Mo laughed when he heard this: "No, go get those documents. I'll work overtime tonight to help them draft them."

As he said this, he shook his head helplessly: "This Yan Laoxi is still so cautious. Old Sun and his team have reviewed and evaluated at least 800 projects in the past year. If they think it's OK, then it's OK. But they have to review it in front of me before it's OK."

After a little grumble, Yang Mo thought for a moment and said, "Xiao Zhuo, you have been with me for a short time, so you may not be familiar with some situations. From now on, unless there are important guests in my office, you can just hand them over directly without asking for permission."

Eh? ?

Present it to you directly?
Also, I have to work overtime tonight. Do I need to personally approve and draft it?
Zhuo Junyue felt that she was becoming more and more unable to understand this boss. Don’t you hate overtime work the most?

Realizing Yang Mo's emphasis on these small projects, Zhuo Junyue suddenly became nervous: "Boss Yang, um, um, I didn't know before, it was really not intentional... I have been holding these documents for an entire afternoon, won't that delay anything?"

Yang Mo shook his head: "It's okay. It's nothing more than some village groups and people in need mustering up the courage to try something under the persuasion of Old Yan and others. In fact, whether it's Old Yan or Old Sun, they are fully capable of helping them evaluate and decide. Even people like Sun Sihai under their command can roughly tell whether this thing can be done with just a glance;"

"It's just that they are so concerned that they become confused. Yan Laoxi and Laosun are decisive when facing those big bosses who look like decent people. They will approve a project worth millions of dollars if they say so, and they won't approve it if they say so. But when facing these poor villagers who only have a hundred yuan, they are so timid that they are afraid of losing the last pair of trousers they have if they are not careful, so they have to send it to them for inspection." Eh, eh? ?
Zhuo Junyue was a little dumbfounded. She had no idea what these big guys were thinking.

This is...

Are you treating light things as heavy?
He responded obediently, then took two deep breaths, opened the leather curtain with a desperate attitude, and rushed out with all his courage.

Then, in less than two minutes, the young secretary, who seemed to be struggling on the line between life and death, rushed back with a thick stack of information in her arms.

Yang Mo looked at her pitiful appearance and couldn't help laughing again. Then he waved his hand and said, "Just put the documents on the table. Go back quickly. The longer you stay in this radiator room, the less resistant it will be to cold. The longer you stay, the more you will suffer when you go out."

Zhuo Junyue said with a bitter face: "I was wondering why I feel so uncomfortable every time I leave your room. When I went out just now, I was blown by the cold wind a few times, and I felt like I was about to be blown into an ice cube!"

Having said that, after putting the documents on the table, he took out two boxes from his bag and placed them on the radiator to warm them up. Then he put his hands on the radiator with his gloves on to keep warm. "Since I'm going to be stabbed like this, Mr. Yang, can you let me warm myself up in your office before I go back? Don't worry, I'm a quiet person. I'll stay by the radiator and won't disturb your work."

Zhuo Junyue's tone was not without resentment: "The heating in your office is much warmer than the heating in my office and home. The difference in treatment is too obvious. If the heating in my office was as strong, why would I need to wrap myself up like a dumpling in three layers of clothes?"

It was obvious that the secretary knew it was time to get off work, so she became less restrained.

As expected, Yang Mo became very easy to talk to during his off-work hours. He just shrugged his shoulders and said, "Whatever you want. Just don't take off your shoes and warm your feet on the radiator."

After saying that, he glanced at the two aluminum boxes, a little curious: "What are those? Did you bring me dinner?"

Zhuo Junyue touched her empty stomach and said dejectedly, "It's so cold, who would want to go to the chilly canteen to get dinner? Wouldn't it be better to go back to the dormitory and cook a bowl of hot noodles? This is the snack I prepared for you today. I wanted to send it to you at noon, but you locked yourself in the office today, so I didn't dare to send it."

As she spoke, Zhuo Junyue glanced at Yang Mo, who looked normal, and suddenly became excited: "Eh? Mr. Yang, since you haven't had dinner yet, why don't we take advantage of this opportunity to eat this snack and fill our stomachs first?"

It was a bad idea given to her by a fat guy that she should use her advantage of being clever and deft to prepare tea break for Yang Mo to please this eccentric boss.

Yang Mo is very busy now, and Zhuo Junyue is not Bai Mengmeng, who has a master-disciple relationship with him. Therefore, if he wants to get something real out of Yang Mo's mouth, he must make this guy feel guilty.

As soon as Yang Mo saw the girl's energy, he knew what she was planning.

In fact, he was not a person who liked to indulge in food, so the extremely sweet pastries made by this girl had no appeal to him at all. The reason why he occasionally taught Zhuo Junyue some tips while drinking tea at noon was just because of Zhang Wenshun's kindness.

But it was obvious that the girl was under a lot of pressure to take charge of the General Office in the future. In addition, she was a little hungry now, so she smiled and nodded: "Okay."

Zhuo Junyue was overjoyed when she heard this, and hurriedly dragged her bloated down jacket to the tea table to boil water and get tea: "Boss Yang, you have worked hard all day, you should drink some tea, eat some snacks, chat and relax. Only after you relax will you have enough energy to work, right?"

The corner of Yang Mo's mouth twitched, and he thought to himself, you learned this unsatisfactory Kung Fu from a certain fat guy. Have you ever seen anyone relax by taking classes?

Seeing the girl opening the two aluminum boxes attentively, Yang Mo stood up and walked over to take a look, then said with disappointment, "It's Longjing Pastry and Sister-in-law Cake again!"

This girl, like Tugou, prefers sweets, and she puts a lot of sugar in the Longjing pastry she makes. Although the box of grayish-white sister-in-law cakes is not considered a sweet food, this girl replaced all the lard that was supposed to be used for blending with sesame oil in order to avoid the taboo of the Hui people. Although the taste is not bad, it always feels a bit weird in Yang Mo's mouth.

Seeing Yang Mo's somewhat disgusted look, Zhuo Junyue couldn't help but feel aggrieved: "Boss Yang, I have reduced half of the sugar in today's Longjing Pastry, okay? I also added some peanut oil to the sister-in-law cake... Don't you Qilu people like peanut oil the most? Maybe it's just right today."

Yang Mo's eyes darkened when he heard this.

It is true that most people in Qilu are more accustomed to eating peanut oil, but the problem is...

Have you ever seen anyone using peanut oil to make desserts?
Peanut oil is mixed with the ground sesame seeds in the sister-in-law cake. What a smell. Are you sure it's not poison?

Picking up a piece of the gray sister-in-law cake and putting it in front of his nose to smell it, Yang Mo really didn't have the courage to take a bite. His eyelids twitched, and he put it back calmly: "Or, I'd better call the cafeteria and ask them to send some food over."

Upon hearing this, Zhuo Junyue was immediately anxious: "No, Mr. Yang, try it first. I spent an entire night making this, it shouldn't be bad!"

Yang Mo chuckled twice: "It shouldn't be bad? Are you sure you've tasted it yourself? Or... try it yourself first?"

Zhuo Junyue blinked her eyes, then picked up a piece of sister-in-law cake in disbelief: "Boss Yang, I used to make snacks frequently. Although I made a little innovation this time, I know it without tasting it..."

Before she could finish her words, she stopped abruptly, then covered her mouth tightly, looking at the sister-in-law cake in her hand with a missing corner in disbelief.

The little girl swallowed the biscuit with difficulty and almost cried: "Why does the mixture of peanut oil and sesame oil taste so weird?"

Yang Mo smiled not without malice. Peanut oil mixed with the oil that has seeped out of sesame seeds, and eaten cold, how could it not taste greasy and strange?

Zhuo Junyue looked at the box of sister-in-law cakes on the tea table with a sad face, and then looked at Yang Mo pitifully, and suddenly didn't know what to say.

You said you would continue to persuade Yang Mo to eat the cakes you made, but you couldn't even get over this hurdle yourself, let alone Yang Mo;
But you asked Yang Mo to call the canteen to deliver food, and that precious half hour of study time was gone.

Yang Mo shook his head, picked up the phone on the table and called the cafeteria. When he was about to go back to his desk to deal with one or two documents, the little girl plucked up the courage to speak.

"Well, Mr. Yang, it will take at least half an hour for the chef in the cafeteria to prepare the ingredients, light the fire, and deliver the food.

"How about...I sing you a couple of songs to cheer you up?"

Zhuo Junyue looked at Yang Mo cautiously.

"Oh?"

Yang Mo looked at the girl with amusement: "You mean, after you have relieved your fatigue, you can use the remaining 20 minutes to ask questions?"

One song takes a maximum of five minutes, and two songs take only ten minutes. Even though the time available for asking questions is not as long as before, the twenty minutes saved until the meal is delivered is enough to ask one or two questions.

This girl is good at math.

Zhuo Junyue smiled a little embarrassedly: "Well, Mr. Yang, although I don't know Pingtan, I heard that our Wu dialect songs are quite refreshing. You look tired after a day..."

Seeing the girl's tenacity, Yang Mo couldn't help but laugh: "Well, I heard that Wu Nong's soft language is unique, it's not bad to broaden your horizons."

In his previous life during the Internet era, what dialect songs had Yang Mo not heard?
It's just that this girl was sent here by that fat guy Zhang Wenshun to be trained. It would be fine if I didn't have time for her on weekdays, but now that it has come to this, I can't just not teach her anything, right?
When Zhuo Junyue heard Yang Mo agree, she was overjoyed.

Without caring about being shy, she cleared her throat and began to sing softly:
"Cang Ji arrived at Le Lou and filled his warehouse~"

"The eldest girl is embroidering mandarin ducks~"

"A heartless stick~"

"The mandarin ducks are so busy that they are separated at night~"

I have to say that it is indeed a great enjoyment to hear a girl from the south of the Yangtze River singing a ditty for you in the authentic and soft Wu dialect. That kind of soft and sticky feeling is something you will never get in a place like Qi and Lu where there are only rough women who can only sing Shandong Bangzi at the top of their lungs.

only……

After the song, Yang Mo looked at the girl with amusement: "I didn't realize, Xiao Zhuo, that you sing well; but...a song like "Four Seasons Song" is a little too short, isn't it?"

"Is your next song going to be "Qinhuai Scenery"?"

Zhuo Junyue was pointed out the problem by Yang Mo, and immediately stuck out her tongue in guilt: "I'm just afraid that you won't like other songs, Mr. Yang. It seems that among the songs we have, only the Four Seasons Song is somewhat well-known in your Qilu area."

After saying that, he quickly made up for it, "Boss Yang, don't worry, just tell me what song you want to hear next. I can basically sing all the songs over there!"

Yang Mo rolled his eyes and thought, can you sing anything?

I also want to listen to "Eight Beauties of Qinhuai", do you know how to sing it?

But when he was about to tease the girl, his eyes that were scanning the TV screen suddenly shrank slightly, and his original thoughts were extinguished at once. He smiled nonchalantly and said, "Then let's sing a song called "Song Girl at the End of the World". This song is also very well-known. I have always been curious about what it would sound like if it was sung in your dialect."

Hearing that Yang Mo didn't embarrass her, Zhuo Junyue was overjoyed: "I can do it! I know this song!"

After saying this, he couldn't wait to sing:
"Ti Ya Ya~ Hai Jue~"

"Looking for the sound of paper~"

She was so absorbed in singing that she didn't notice that Yang Mo's eyes had already passed over her neck and landed on the TV screen.

"Little sister sings hook ~ Lang plays the piano ~"

"According to the news sent by the reporter on the front line, at 1991:1 on January 17, 01, local time in Iraq, a large number of aircraft from multiple countries and services had assembled outside the effective range of Iraqi and Jordanian early warning radars, including a large formation of 30 aerial refueling aircraft, hundreds of fighters, and a large number of reconnaissance and surveillance aircraft; at the same time, American Navy warships launched a large number of Tomahawk cruise missiles at targets in Iraq; the Desert Storm plan officially began."

"Oh my god, we are both so upset~"

"At 1:39, 30 F-117A stealth fighters entered Iraqi airspace. One F-1A dropped the first bomb, attacking a reinforced air defense interception operations center in southern Iraq, and then dropped the second bomb, attacking the regional air defense branch operations center in western Iraq. Two F-117A stealth fighters dropped four LGBs in Baghdad, accurately hitting the Iraqi Air Force headquarters. Baghdad was immediately engulfed in explosions and gunfire."

"Oh my, my, my dear~ You two are of one mind~"

"At 1:52, the most advanced Apache 101 equipped by the 64st Airborne Division of the American Army launched area fire missiles into southern Iraq, destroying two radar stations in southern Iraq;"

"My hometown~Bowang; my tears~"

"According to official news released by America, on the night of the start of Operation Desert Storm alone, 700 fighter jets entered Iraq and launched attacks, paralyzing Iraq's air defense system and severely damaging the command and control lines between Saddam and his forces in Kuwait and southern Iraq. The coalition forces only lost one F/A-1..."

Looking at the smoke and devastation on TV, as well as the wreckage that looked vaguely familiar to military enthusiasts.

Yang Mo sighed silently.

Presumably, this sudden setback, which is like a dimensionality reduction, will bring an irreconcilable shock to many people, right?

It probably won’t take a month, but from today, the wind direction will change dramatically and rapidly, just like history.
Huh~
24 years?

What a long time!
(End of this chapter)