What the hell is a private enterprise?

Chapter 70 The case is solved, you have special abilities!

"Commander, Captain Murashin of the Yahagi reports to you!"

On the pier next to the Yahagi, Kimura Susumu, wearing an old Combined Fleet naval uniform, put his toes of his shoes together, his hands pressed against his trouser seams, and bowed slightly to Tang Wen.

Like the Halsey salute, although the system commander refers to the clone with the same name, the etiquette of the department to which he belongs is also retained.

Out of respect, Tang Wen raised his hand to return the greeting.

"Commander, I know him."

Tang Yi said in a low voice:

"The real Kimura Susumu was the commander of the 10th Fleet in history. He also participated in the final battle of the Yamato, in which the Yahagi was sunk."

Having read a lot of information about the last battle of the Yamato, Tang Yi was very familiar with the Yahagi and Kimura Susumu who also appeared.

Of course, the real Yahagi is already a pile of scrap metal on the seabed, and the real Kimura Susumu is already an old man who has been dead for many years.

The commanders of the warships are actually just pseudo-people in disguise who have been indoctrinated with knowledge.

Tang Wen didn't feel much about having multiple commanders. Even though Halsey, the level 10 commander, had an aircraft carrier, he couldn't command it. He just ate and drank at the Grand Bay Hotel all day, so it didn't matter if he had one more mouth to feed.

But the Yahagi...

"Yahagi (shen)? Losing your virginity? That's an unlucky name."

As soon as Tang Wen finished speaking, Tang Yi and Kimura Jin's expressions changed slightly.

The current Da Wan is different from the past when no one cared about it. The nearby road construction team and villagers often pass by, so a large ship cannot be hidden.

The iron shed built for the Hornet could no longer accommodate another light cruiser. If one wanted to hide it, the best way would undoubtedly be to recycle the steel.

But after all, this is a 7,000-ton light cruiser, and it is really heartbreaking to just recycle it into steel.

Although Kimura Susumu obeyed the order absolutely, but when he thought that his own ship would be reduced to scrap metal, he could only squat on the Hashidate in frustration, and his eyes were filled with resentment.

Now all the lights of the Yahagi have been turned off, but Tang Wen, standing on the pier, can still see the outline of the giant in the night, which gives him a headache.

It is definitely not possible to build a new steel shed in one night, at least not with the current capabilities of the shipyard.

But it is a pity to destroy such a large warship. It always feels like a waste of resources.

It’s a 170-meter-long cruiser, and the hull is still brand new. Even the navy is reluctant to put it aside after getting it.

"Commander, how about we leave now?"

Tang Yi proposed an idea:
"The Yahagi has a top speed of 35 knots, and with the SM flag hoisted it can reach a top speed of 37 knots. It can travel over 8 kilometers in eight hours, making it perfectly capable of hiding somewhere else."

"But there's nowhere to hide the ship, and we're not familiar with the conditions on the sea."

Tang Wen was somewhat tempted, but still a little worried.

This question left Tang Yi speechless for a moment. There was indeed no good place around Goose City.

There is the Xiangjiang River in the south, Shantou City in the north, and the strait in the east, and there is shipping everywhere.

What about going south?
That means we have to go through Dongsha again!
Although the Yahagi is also equipped with a 152mm cannon, the enemy it encounters this time is not on the same level.

The three of them were silent for a while. Tang Wen finally sighed, took a few steps forward and pressed down the hull of the Yahagi.

[Steel Found: 7550 tons, Recyclable (Recycling Rate 99%)]

A cold metallic feeling came from his hand. Tang Wenqiang suppressed his bleeding heart and made up his mind with gritted teeth.

……

"Xiao Tang?"

Chen Yonggui pushed open the door and looked confused when he saw Tang Wen.

It’s almost two o’clock now. What happened in the middle of the night?

Is someone causing trouble again?!

Chen Yonggui immediately put on his clothes and asked anxiously:

"What happened? Where?"

Tang Wen took a deep breath and tried his best to appear calm:

"Uncle, let me tell you one thing. Don't be afraid or excited."

Chen Yonggui: "I have been the village chief for 20 years and have seen all kinds of scenes. I am not afraid, nor do I get excited."

“Do you remember the plan to have a tourist village recreate Pearl Harbor?”

Chen Yonggui nodded, but he didn't understand what this had to do with waking him up in the middle of the night.

"I know. Didn't you get the plane? Lao Yang has already contacted people from the Northeast. They should be coming soon.

Did the plane crash? Which grandson broke it in the middle of the night?

"No, no, no... Look, if we're recreating Pearl Harbor, planes alone won't be enough, right?"

The early morning wind blew in from the sea, and it was so cold that Chen Yonggui, who had just crawled out of bed, shrank his body and his mind became a little stiff.

He recalled some details of the development of the tourist village at that time and continued nodding:

"Yes, you said you were going to get some iron and wood to build some fake warship attractions to fool the laymen and ask the villagers to act as actors."

"Oh, that's right." Tang Wen had a teachable expression on his face.

"I happened to know a friend who had previously worked on a water village tourism project. When he heard about my plan, he helped me put it together...

A one-to-one replica of a concrete object covered in iron sheets looks like it's actually useless, just a fancy model of a cement lump."

"..."

Chen Yonggui scratched his head, his brain almost burning with this string of long and difficult sentences.

"So, you're pouring cement into a ship that looks like a warship, then covering it with iron sheets, and then using it as a model for tourists to play with, right?"

"Yeah yeah."

"So you came here..."

"You must understand that this is a cement park. The villagers saw it and explained it clearly. Don't misunderstand."

Chen Yonggui was silent for a few seconds, then turned around, picked up his coat and put it on.

"Come on, I'll go see your cement boat."

……

Chen Yonggui held a flashlight and looked at the high bridge with a confused look on his face.

The flashlight was pointed in the direction of the bow, but the light couldn't even fully illuminate the length of the front half.

How big is a 7,000-ton ship? Anyway, he had seen warships before, but none of them were this imposing.

Chen Yonggui climbed up the gangway, but was stopped by Tang Wen:

"It's just been renovated and there's formaldehyde in it, which is unhealthy."

"If nothing happens, I'll just go up and take a look. I won't go in. I'm not afraid."

Holding the metal railing, Chen Yonggui trotted onto the deck. Ten meters in front of him were two 152mm twin-mounted turrets that were larger than trucks.

“Is this also made of iron?”

Tang Wen: "It's just a simulation, it's all fake, you can't move it."

Chen Yonggui looked back and saw the stairs leading to the bridge, various miscellaneous equipment, and the faintly reflective antenna on the top of the bridge.

"There's a machine gun up there."

"It's fake. It's made of cement and can't be moved."

"Are those lifeboats hanging on the sides?"

"It's fake. It's made of cement and can't be moved."

"The breech block is exposed."

"It's fake, it's made of cement and can't be moved"

He took a deep breath and looked at Tang Wen with burning eyes.

An old man and a young boy looked at each other passionately, but in the dark nothing could be seen.

In the darkness, Chen Yonggui's voice sounded faintly:
"Is your special ability to turn beans into soldiers?"

"Fake, cement..."

Tang Wen stopped talking midway and looked at the village chief in surprise and suspicion.

"Xiao Tang, ever since your father died, I feel like Dawan Village has changed. It's become weird."

Chen Yonggui raised his finger and pointed at Tang Yi behind Tang Wen:

"Some mysterious people have come to the village. I've asked around but haven't found them. Furthermore, they have strange accents and are like wooden figures, only working and never wandering around. I've asked around in the Northeast and there's no such place called 'Anton'."

Tang Wen was sweating, not knowing that the village chief had been secretly investigating the matter for a long time.

"And those old cars from decades ago, how can you get them now? There are so many of them. You can even get planes from World War II, and they landed silently.

Shipyards appeared overnight, ports appeared in the blink of an eye, and even people appeared."

"I finally thought a lot and found only one possibility. The truth is——"

Chen Yonggui's expression was serious, but his eyes sparkled:

"You really have special abilities!"

Tang Wen: “Ah?”

Chen Yonggui seemed to have confirmed something and said affirmatively:
"That's what I said. How could it be fake if Mr. Qian said it existed?
Your father and I went to the 88 Beijing Special Ability Folk Exchange Conference, and we saw water turning into oil and people resurrecting from the dead.

And you can actually create so many things!"

"Now that Mr. Qian is old and no longer involved in affairs, some people say that qigong is fake, special abilities are fake, and they are all scams."

"I just don't believe it. Mr. Qian ordered the research and said on TV that the research on special abilities was fake. Wasn't the call for people with special abilities in the city also fake?
It turns out that those who expose fakes are all scammers, and the real people with special abilities are hiding their true abilities."

"Xiao Tang, even though your father and I have practiced supernatural powers for several years and failed to achieve it, I never thought you would succeed!
Since I've been practicing Qigong for ten years, can you show me some of your skills?"

(End of this chapter)