It's none of my business. I'm just a lunch box seller.

"Boom!"

"Hiss...ha!"

Boss Cheng could tell through the phone that the chief of staff on the other end of the line was struck by the cold wind. He also asked him, "Why are you going outside in such a cold weather?"

"Not outside, I'm on the open-air balcony, there's no heating!"

"You, the Chief of the General Staff, are a bit like a tiger sitting on the balcony!"

"Hiss...uh..."

Well, the situation on the other side must be very cold right now, so Boss Cheng told the Chief of Staff to ask whatever he wanted.

"You just said that we can use spacecraft to tow asteroids back from the asteroid belt?"

"Ah, that's right!" Boss Cheng told the other party: "You think this is a fantasy because you haven't even left the Earth's sphere yet. Once you get rid of the constraints of gravity, you will find this operation normal."

"Can your battleship also tow?"

"My seven battleships can't tow an asteroid?"

"Then what do you think? A-choo! What do you think..."

"I say...why don't you go inside?"

"Ok."

"Boom!"

"If you're asking how to refine metals in space, my suggestion is to build a smelting plant at the Lagrange point. As long as you can successfully develop a heavy nuclear fusion engine, short-distance space travel will definitely not be a problem! After all, transporting materials in space is much easier than transporting them from the earth to a geostationary orbit."

"Okay, thank you for your valuable advice, Comrade Cheng. Could you please hand the phone back to Comrade Zhou?"

After Zhou Zhezhi answered the phone, he said "um" several times in a row, and then replied: "I understand, leader."

Then, after hanging up the phone, Zhou Zhezhi turned around and informed the UNSC pilots: "The boss has agreed to this private gift."

"What!"

"Great!"

"Get rich, get rich!"

“Finally I can buy a house in a big city!”

"Ahem!" Zhou Zhezhi suddenly coughed again and said, "However, the organization does not allow you to take all the gold at once. Each of you can keep 100 kilograms of gold, and the rest will be kept by the organization temporarily. In the future, it will be returned to you within the weight limit of 50 kilograms per year."

"What!"

The pilots were still cheering after hearing the result! Although this method of giving is far less exciting than taking home a ton of gold at once, it ensures that they don’t have to worry about being “poor” for the next 18 years!

Then Zhou Zhezhi added: "The organization will deposit the money in the bank for you, and it will earn interest!"

"Long live the UNSC!"

But at this moment, Zhou Zhezhi suddenly frowned and gave the pilots an advice: "If you plan to buy a house, I don't recommend you go to those popular big cities. If you want to buy a house, buy it in Hualin City as soon as possible. The closer to the hotel, the better!

By early 2026 at the latest, the government will suspend all real estate transactions in Hualin. You have all signed confidentiality agreements, and I think you understand the reasons better than anyone else. So, for your future tasks, settle your family here as soon as possible. In addition, you must also be prepared to change careers, because you know too much, and some jobs are indispensable to you. "

"Report to the Zhou Commander!" One of the pilots, whose family may not be short of money, reported: "If I can't continue to be a fighter pilot, I would rather give up 1 ton of gold!"

"Reporting to the weekly instructor, me too!"

"Me too, Coach Zhou!"

"Oh?" Zhou Zhezhi smiled and asked the young people, "In order to fly, would you rather give up gold?"

"Yes!" the vast majority of people said in unison.

"But what if... you are about to switch to flying dual-purpose fighter jets?"

In other words, the guys this time...

Have the best of both worlds!

0242 Whirlpool Seven vs One

“For the soon-to-be-dead 2024!”

“Also for the soon-to-be-dead 2012!”

"For the Rain Country, for our ideals!"

"And for all of us, the world will not be destroyed!"

"cheers!"

At this moment, Barton and Natasha forgot about their damn jobs and the black-salted eggs waiting to be "charged". Rogers also put his former lover back in his heart. Hanzo and his guards let go of the heavy pressure brought to them by the war. Zhou Zhezhi and others simply ignored the end of the world.

This was a special New Year's Eve dinner, where people from different worlds gathered together to celebrate their own different yet similar New Year's Eves. And everyone was extremely rich both materially and spiritually.

After all, everyone gathered inside the low wall made of gold bricks, eating and drinking to their heart's content while talking about their ideals in life.

Boss Cheng rubbed his big bald head and missed his handsome little hedgehog hair.

When he still had hair, he could still insist that he looked like John Lone. But after his hair was gone, coupled with his muscular physique, he looked like a bigger Dwayne Johnson...

(Explanation: Dwayne Johnson is 195cm tall and weighs 115kg. The boss is 5kg heavier than Johnson.)

"Hey!"

Zhou Zhe, who rarely drank, patted Boss Cheng on the shoulder, pointed at the UNSC guys who were making a fuss, and told... no, informed Boss Cheng: "These guys will probably be stationed at your place semi-permanently in the future."

"And there will be more, won't there?"

"Yeah!" Zhou Zhezhi took another big sip of beer and said with a smile, "You have more than 30 planes in total, and they only have 12 people. How can it be possible?"

"You're just going to take advantage of someone else's plane, right?"

"What else? Aren't you afraid that those fighter planes will rust in the hangar?"

"Just keep it to yourself, oh!"

Boss Cheng knows that ever since the VF-40000 that can kill you in 171 miles arrived, the UNSC Air Force bosses have been eyeing it with envy.

After all, as soon as the plane arrived, Zhou Zhezhi returned to the Supreme General Staff Headquarters with a copy of the complete set of technical manuals for VF-171. Then, this fighter technical manual, which contained 100% of the manufacturing technology, was constantly circulated, read, and studied among various aircraft manufacturing institutes and military regions.

Then, the air force commanders of every UNSC military region were jealous, but after studying the technology of VF-171, the scientific research departments of all aircraft manufacturing institutes gave a fairly unified answer - forget it as soon as possible, it can't be built!

In fact, every air force commander knows that the VF-171 is an overly advanced transformable fighter, and has no research value in a world where there are no aliens to fight and humans can hardly survive. But you can't help but think that every old man has a dream of driving a humanoid mecha!

Therefore, these people can only show their envy openly, but hide the desire to research and imitate deep in their hearts.

But then again, the reason why the researchers at various aircraft manufacturing institutes gave up the idea of ​​imitation after taking a look at the data was that the power components of these VF-171s had been modified by the technical department of the competitive world.

However, this "magic modification" is very limited. The technical department only improved the unreasonable aspects of the engine design and used more advanced manufacturing technology to "reproduce" the original FF-171X thermonuclear explosion turbine engine of the VF-2010. The comprehensive performance of a single engine is only 12% higher than the original version, which has not achieved a qualitative leap.

But if the UNSC knew that the engine's overall performance could be improved by 12% just by adjusting a few unreasonable designs and improving the production process, they would go crazy.

Now, there is an opportunity for UNSC pilots to "play" with transforming fighters. And the potential for this opportunity to become a reality is huge!

suddenly!

"Hey, hey, hey!" Rogers pointed at the New Year's Eve party being played on the 155-inch large projection TV and asked Denise: "Is the guy jumping on the stage right now the one who had his balls shot with a gun last year?"

Denise took a closer look and exclaimed, "Oh, come on! It's really the illiterate guy from last year! Isn't he afraid that he'll get his balls blasted again this year?"

Yuli, who is more familiar with gossip news, said: "After he was exposed last year, there have been rumors that he has become a singer with solitary testicles. If he is exposed again this year..."

"Then the singer with solitary testicle will become Dongfang Bubai!" Zhang Peng joked while sipping juice.

However, his shouting of "Dongfang Bubai" attracted the attention of Dongfang Bubai himself, his third disciple and his last disciple.

"No, I'm talking about Dongfang Bubai!" Zhang Peng, not realizing he had said the wrong thing, explained, "The Dongfang Bubai from The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, the one who practiced the Sunflower Manual!"

"The Sunflower Manual?" Dongfang Bubai's eyes suddenly lit up, and he asked, "What kind of extraordinary skill is the Sunflower Manual?"

"Aoi...wuwuwuwu!"

Boss Cheng covered Zhang Peng's mouth and pushed him aside. Then Boss Cheng said to Master Dongfang:

"You are 50 years old. At your age, let's not talk about whether it works or not. I don't care about whether the roots can be cured or not. But at least we have to keep the roots!"

"Keep your roots?" A group of UNSC guys rushed over and took the initiative to say, "We all know how to sing this song! Year after year, ah, a lifetime is just for this day, let the blood reconnect. Wipe away the blood and tears in your heart, and keep our roots."

As a result, a group of young men suddenly started singing, and the Dongfang Master was confused. Then, Boss Cheng explained to the Dongfang Master who Dongfang Bubai was in "Dongfang Bubai" and the sacrifices he made in order to practice the peerless magic "Sunflower Manual"!

After learning the truth, Master Dongfang not only felt a chill between his legs, but also began to ache in his waist! He even began to consider changing his name.

after all……

Eastern masters want to "keep our roots".

Then he followed the group of young men to learn singing.

However, at this moment, a ball of fire suddenly appeared on the live broadcast stage. In an instant, two loud noises, "Ding! Bang!", were broadcasted by the live broadcast signal. The solitary singer who was just jumping on the stage, immediately fell to the ground when the fire appeared.

The next second, the live broadcast screen turned into an interstitial advertisement. But the director seemed to have only cut the screen, not the sound. So the audience in front of the TV could still hear the cheers and shouts from the New Year's Eve party.

That’s right, at the live broadcast site where the “explosion” just happened, the audience was not afraid at all, and even seemed extremely excited because Zhang Yu, who was jumping on the stage, suddenly fell down.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Denise poked the boss with a finger and asked, "Tell me, the one who was just blown down, could it be that the singer with a solitary testicle has really become Dongfang Bubai?"

"What do you mean by undefeated? It was just one or two kicks just now." Boss Cheng smiled and continued, "The one who set off the firecrackers was just bullying the young people because they had never seen such big firecrackers. I guess the one who set off the firecrackers this time was just trying to disgust people on purpose. But if you ask me, the security work of their New Year's Eve party is really bad!

Last year, people brought in illegal guns, but this year, there are no guns, but what they brought in is firecrackers. You have to understand, if someone is brave enough to put all-nitrogen anion salt and broken glass into the warhead of a firecracker, you will see the effect of it exploding on the stage! "

At this time, Zhou Zhezhi also took out his cell phone and pretended to make a call: "Hello, Boss! Cheng Tianyan said he wants to use super explosives to blow up the concert."

Unexpectedly, Boss Cheng actually replied: "I really have a grenade filled with all-nitrogen anion salt. This grenade is very powerful. Do you want to take a look?"

Before Boss Cheng could take out the grenade, Yuli suddenly took out her mobile phone and let everyone watch the live broadcast footage shot by a certain anchor with a telephoto camera.

Seeing this, Boss Cheng asked 550A to project the live broadcast onto the big screen. Then, everyone saw the man who had just thrown himself on the stage, and his crotch seemed to be bleeding again.

"Is he really going to be the Invincible East?"

Boss Cheng snorted coldly and said, "Who knows if he was blown up or frightened!"

"Can people urinate blood because of fear?" Zhou Zhezhi said thoughtfully, "I've only heard of people urinating blood because of poverty, but I've never heard of people urinating blood because of fear."

“What if she’s just having her period and the flow is heavy?” Boss Cheng shrugged.

"But he is a man!" Zhou Zhezhi emphasized.

"Why do you think men can't have periods? No, that's not right! What gives you the courage to make a rash conclusion and say someone else is a man? You are discriminating. Why does he have to be a man? Is it not okay if he is Dongfang Bubai?"

The Eastern Master on the other side yelled, "Don't mention my name again! No!"

Boss Cheng looked back at Master Dongfang and shook his head helplessly. But he turned around and complained:

"Hey, Dongfang Bubai! How come he happened to give himself such an unlucky name?"

"Ah? His real name is Dongfang Bubai!" Zhou Zhezhi was surprised and said, "I only heard you call him Master Dongfang or Master Dongfang before, but..."

"No one knows his real name, and he never told us, right, Little Orange?"

But who would have thought that Xiao Xiangcheng said, "Master has told me, but he won't let me tell anyone else."

"Then can we discuss it..."

"Don't even think about it!" Xiao Xiangcheng pushed away Boss Kaicheng's big hand and said, "I'm not like your old lover, who has a big mouth and doesn't even know how to control it. He keeps talking about everything all day long."

"No!" Boss Cheng pointed at his nose and asked Xiao Xiangcheng, "My lover? Is your aunt also a gossipy and loudmouth?"

"Oh, that's annoying!"

Denise "Bia" slapped Boss Cheng on the back. Who would have thought that Berserker Armor was eager to protect its master and helped Boss Cheng block the slap. And Denise, who was really hit on the iron plate, was so painful that she just shook her hand away.

Xiao Xiangcheng pointed at Captain Rogers who was eating stir-fried silkworm pupae and asked the boss: "Isn't your old lover sitting there eating rice?"

Rogers put down his chopsticks, swallowed the silkworm pupae and elbow flowers in his mouth, and then pointed at himself and asked the boss and others not far away: "Are you calling me?"

"Look, Auntie! He admitted it himself."

Then, without Boss Cheng having to take any action himself, Denise grabbed Xiao Xiangcheng's ear and took him to the side.

"You're so brave, aren't you? I haven't even settled the score with you for taking Nagato and the other kids to challenge someone to a fight a few days ago. But you've become even more outrageous, learning to talk nonsense and even daring to make fun of your uncle!"

"But they are really sticky all the time!"

Denise was about to say something in rebuttal, but then she thought about it and realized that these two people were really sticky all day long. So she immediately changed her words and scolded: "Even if they are really sticky, you shouldn't..."