Well, Chief Yang's move is indeed very creative.

But Huang Qingchang knew as soon as he thought about it, this was definitely the best way to deal with it. With the secret assistance of the bald man, the 200 million US dollars would definitely be obtained.

His brother-in-law's money is not his money.

But Yang Feng could turn his brother-in-law's money into his. For the bald man who is busy protecting the country, even if he pays 40 million yuan, the huge sum of 80 million US dollars is enough for him to do a lot of things.

If it were the past when the Kong family was still his main ally, of course this kind of thing could not be done. If he needed the Kong family to pay, it would be fine. But now the main property of the Kong family has been transferred to the United States and has actually been out of his control. In other words, the ally relationship between the two sides no longer exists. One day, Kong Xiangxi would only be angry at the Pacific Ocean in China. He would not be like Yang Feng, fighting tigers to squeeze out some unexpected wealth. In that case, everyone with his subordinates is greedy. Who will still be with him?

It’s not that he doesn’t care about the Kong family’s money, but he just can’t do it.

But Yang Feng put the opportunity in front of him. Will the bald man miss it?

Thinking about this, Huang Qingchang immediately rushed to find his own relationship and conveyed Yang Feng's kindness to the bald man. Who is a big capitalist like him who has no friends in the Minhua government yet? If you want to convey Yang Feng's words to the bald man, it is nothing more than a secret letter. The only problem with this matter is how both sides reach mutual trust.

But this has nothing to do with him, he is just a middleman.

Looking at his back as he left, Yuan Yang smiled happily with the wine glass in one hand and the crab claw in the other. He and the bald man had to play happily for decades in the future. Give him some sweets first and make it easier to do anything in the future. If this cooperation is pleasant, you might as well find a few more unlucky people. Anyway, after the greeds under his command fell and scattered, they basically transferred their property to the United States. Instead of letting them take the hard-earned money out of these ordinary people to spend the rest of their lives, it would be better to squeeze it out for themselves!

The next day he waited for Chen Jiageng, who was the middleman for the bald man, but it was obvious that the bald man was entrusted with him. Not only did he not say good things to Kong Xiangxi, but he praised Yang Feng's move, and probably saw his hope for light. Of course, Chen Jiageng didn't know that after he took Yang Feng's offer to board the constellation airliner of the Ming Empire Airlines, a secret letter written by Yang Feng was handed over to the bald man. Then the next day, the ten York transport planes detained at Hengyang Airport took off with hungry people. More than two hours later, when they flew out of Minhua, the Lin Zun fleet, who was being escorted south on the sea, suddenly found that the giant warships around them were speeding up and left them away. At the same time, the telegram from Nanjing was also handed over to Lin Zun.

Continue to follow the original plan and head north towards Yokosuka.

"What's this called?"

Lin Zun said with a wry smile.

In the eyes of those who know the inside story, this is the bald man surrendering. It is nothing strange. These warships are the most urgently needed by him to rebuild the navy, and are also urgently needed by the northern battlefield. It is impossible for any accidents for Kong Xiangxi.

But Yang Feng knew that the bald man was answering him in this way.

But at the same time, he received a very unexpected news.

"What? Can their broken ship still come out?"

Yuan Yang looked at the visiting Van Mok with a terrifying look on his face.

Stalin sent another fleet, and it was a very powerful fleet. The leader was the Gangut, the battleship, and the overlord of the sea. However, it was a little older and it was still the legacy left by Nikola. However, it was still considered the treasure of the Soviet Navy. After all, Stalin only had two ships left, and the other was the Sevastopol of the Black Sea Fleet. Of course, the twelve 305mm main guns were still a fatal threat to the Ming Navy.

But the problem is...

"This broken ship seems to have a lasting capacity of only a few thousand nautical miles? I remember when I returned to the Sevastopol to the Black Sea Fleet, I had to run to the Gauls and have someone to repair it."

Yang Feng said in disbelief.

"So the Soviets are going here, not safer American routes."

Van Mok shrugged and said.

"But they were not here to fight you. You also know that they now have only four destroyers left in their Pacific Fleet. Obviously, it is very embarrassing to put such strength into this area. Even for the sake of face, Stalin must fill his empty military port. So this time, they did not go to the Strait of Malacca, but went east from the southern seas of Sumatra and Java to the Maluku Islands to detour Luzon. The Soviet government has requested us and the United States, hoping that we can provide them with port docking along the way."

Van Mok continued, looking very happy, and came to Stalin like a pitiful little wife to ask for their help. These imperial priests now basically have this kind of face.

"What else is there except the Gangut?"

The culprit who forced Stalin to this level also asked happily.

"There are also the Red Caucasus cruisers drawn from the Black Sea Fleet, six destroyers, and six merchant ships accompanying them. You also know that it is difficult for them to learn to really walk without a large number of nannies."

Van Mok made a very unkind metaphor.

"Trump, a pile of garbage, Stalin has nothing to do with it. Let's not worry about him, just come when you come."

As soon as he heard this configuration, Yang Feng automatically threw the fleet aside. It was obvious that Stalin had broken the can this time. Anyway, he had only a few rags, and no matter how much he gathered, he could not get any good things. He even sent out garbage like the Red Caucasus. This time Comrade Stalin spread his legs apart and let Juncai tie his legs.

"Governor General, do you want arms?"

Yang Feng continued.

"Martial artillery? What kind of arms?"

Van Mok was stunned for a moment.

"Just the ones my army uses now, automatic rifles, general machine guns, and heavy machine guns, are all ready to be eliminated. I will change to new equipment next. Anyway, those who have been eliminated are not needed. If you want, I will give you a batch. Also, I will ask General De Gaulle if they want it. This batch of arms is enough to arm the three divisions, and there are still tens of millions of bullets. If he wants it, you can just divide it equally. Free gifts are given, and there are no money."

Yang Feng said with a smile.

Van Mok's heart pounded unscrupulously.
Chapter completed!