Return to Hong Kong Island for a Century

Chapter 137 Uncle Hao's Ambition (Fourth update, please vote and subscribe)

Uncle Hao rented a small fishing boat and arrived in the nearby waters, carrying a flashlight, waiting for the boat to appear.

On Hong Kong Island, Li Song selected 30 AKs, 100,000 rounds of ammunition, 30 pistols, 30,000 rounds of ammunition, 200 hand grenades, five rocket launchers and 50 high-explosive rockets from a second-hand platform. After thinking about it, he also bought 50 sets of 1979 tropical camouflage uniforms, in small sizes, because the sizes are larger for Europeans and Americans. He also bought three walkie-talkies.

A traditional Chinese instruction manual is also included.

The total value was $30,000, with shipping and airdrop packaging costs reaching $300,000.

Uncle Hao's location is in the Kalimantan time zone, which is one hour behind Hong Kong Island where Li Song is.

So Li Song thought it was nine o'clock, but it was actually only eight o'clock here.

Uncle Hao and the others waited at the receiving point, arriving early in case the other party caused any trouble.

Not long after Uncle Hao and his group arrived, one of the underlings happened to be looking up at the sky.

"Uncle Hao, Uncle Hao!" The younger brother quickly patted Uncle Hao on the shoulder.

"What are you doing!" Uncle Hao was now like a tiger fallen into the plains, bullied by dogs. He was feeling frustrated and kept smoking. If he were in Hong Kong, he would be in a bar with women on both sides right now. He thought about how he had struggled for half his life and had nothing left.

"Boss... from the sky." It wasn't quite dark yet.

Uncle Hao looked up at the sky and saw a dark shadow falling down.

"Quick, quick, row faster!" Uncle Hao shouted as he saw the dark figure about to land on his head.

Then everyone quickly started paddling, and the shadow grew larger and larger.

Look closely, everyone. It's a dark shape with three large parachutes on it.

"Boss, what's this?" Uncle Hao's underling asked.

"It should be an airdrop!"

"It's like something out of a movie. Could this be for us?" Uncle Hao was a little confused. Wasn't Li Song from the mainland? Would the mainland airdrop supplies here?
The airdrop landed on the sea and just floated there. Uncle Hao and the others didn't dare to go forward to look even after more than ten minutes.

"Boss..." The underlings were also dumbfounded. It wasn't what they expected. Shouldn't the other party have brought a ship over, and then they would go up to choose weapons and then bargain?
Why is it this thing?

"Go!" Uncle Hao said through gritted teeth.

When they got closer, they discovered that the parachute for the airdrop was light green.

"Put this away too." Uncle Hao tore it open and found that the parachute was of good quality.

When you arrive at the airdrop area, there is a clear prompt to pull here.

Uncle Hao and the others pulled on the red rope.

The parachute detached from the airdrop and sank to the bottom of the sea, while the airdrop floated on the surface of the sea.

Uncle Hao and the others used a small boat to tow the airdrop.

It took a tremendous amount of effort to drag this to the beach.

Then I quickly opened the packaging.

"Uncle Hao..." The AKs were wrapped in plastic film, and the bullets were in boxes of metal.

Uncle Hao's underlings had only ever seen handguns, never this kind of thing.

"Uncle Hao..." They were all dumbfounded when the rocket launcher box was taken out.

"Keep moving." Uncle Hao wasn't scared at all when he saw these things; on the contrary, he was very excited. Those bastards who bullied me, you just wait.

This is a lifesaver! I'm like a dragon stranded in shallow waters. This stuff is great, great!
I want to take back everything I own, including Ami's standard tropical military uniform and walkie-talkie.

Then Uncle Hao noticed a copy of Ami's Special Forces Training Manual and carefully put it away as if it were a treasure. "Boss, this, this is from this month!" one of the underlings exclaimed, holding a flashlight and staring at the nameplate, utterly astonished.

"Okay, okay, okay! Let's pack our gear, change our clothes and mask ourselves, rob them, and then we'll head to other places." Uncle Hao had also looked carefully and was very excited. What did this prove? It proved that he had found the right people. Uncle Hao had also inquired around here and found that there were quite a few opposition groups. He should be able to join them with these things, right?

Uncle Hao had figured it out. On someone else's turf, unless you're in charge, you're just like a dog. Even if your boss is powerful, he's still groveling before those blond-haired, blue-eyed Ah Long.

It's no longer important who's behind Li Song; what matters is that someone who would send him weapons like this is no ordinary person.

Don't underestimate this small amount of stuff. If a transport plane were to deliver it to us, the fuel cost wouldn't even be enough to cover it.

Uncle Hao, of course, didn't know that in 2080, these things were delivered by rechargeable drones, which is why the shipping cost was so cheap. And this was in someone else's territorial waters; otherwise, it would have been even cheaper.

On the third day, the local newspaper reported a gang-related armed conflict in which a large local gang suffered heavy casualties. The attackers were still unidentified, as they were masked, used automatic weapons, and stole two boats.

June 10, 1980, the 6th day of the fourth month in the lunar calendar, Tuesday.

Li Song set off for Guangzhou as usual. As for Uncle Hao, he would treat the first investment as an investment. If Uncle Hao's ideas differed from his own, he would no longer provide support.

"It's a pity I don't know how Master's uncle is doing. There must have been quite a few people who went there back then," Li Song muttered to himself.

This time, Brother He and Brother He went to Guangzhou together. Their Cantonese is already quite good, and they can have normal conversations without any problems. They also quickly adapted to various things in Hong Kong.

When they arrived at the Yangcheng BMW Motorcycle Factory, Ma Shengli was already waiting for them.

"Mr. Li, we have received the drawings and are currently verifying them."

"For some technologies that fill domestic gaps, we will keep records and then authorize them to relevant organizations."

"Detailed authorization information will be provided to Mr. Li later."

"As for the production equipment needed, we will assess it as soon as possible," Ma Shengli said, mentioning several things.

"Yes, thank you for your trouble, Mr. Ma." Li Song nodded.

"Several other companies are also interested in licensing their motorcycle technology."

"These guys still don't quite trust BMW's motorcycle technology, so after the finished product was produced here, we sent two samples to each of their factories. They were very satisfied after testing it," Ma Shengli added.

“That’s perfect. I also have blueprints for cast iron engines. Cast iron engines are less fuel-efficient, but they are cheaper. They are also better suited for extreme and harsh environments and high loads, and their service life is relatively longer,” Li Song continued.

"That's perfect, perfect." Ma Shengli nodded quickly, as long as it was cheap.

There is also a cast iron engine, which is more durable than an aluminum alloy engine. In the event of an accident, the cast iron engine may be fine, but the aluminum alloy engine may be damaged here and cracked there.

Of course, in flat areas with good roads, using an aluminum alloy engine is perfectly fine.

However, in many mountainous areas the roads are not very good, and there are many protruding rocks, so cast iron engines are much better.

Li Song then took a plane to Kyoto, and the plane even waited for you to drop him off for half an hour.

This is actually the norm for airplanes nowadays, because last time Li Song took a flight, he had to wait for twenty minutes.

Because nowadays, people who fly are all classified as high-ranking, and maybe someone else is delayed by something.

The noise level of these passenger planes is still relatively high.

Of course, it's much better than a propeller plane.

Domestic civilian flights, especially those with propeller planes, are extremely noisy.

"I need to trick Sister Lin into going a little further south!" Li Song felt that he was wasting time every time he flew to Kyoto, so he kept thinking about it.

(End of this chapter)